III

It's been 10 years, as what I can remember, when I engaged myself in prostitution. My mom and dad already left me three years earlier and I was already sold by my stepmother on an old man, Mr. Kwang. He was already in his silver years but his body never gave a sign of his real age. He still has broad body of a 40 year old man who excises every day. He was a rich widower in our place. He already had 6 kids, 4 male and 2 females who all left him because of his ill-treatment towards them. He was all alone that is why he needs someone to be with especially with his horny times. Plus, he owns the largest bar in town and prostitution is their best offer.

'Please don't' I pleaded as he pinned me on bed. I tried to push him away but he was far too strong for me. I screamed for help but he just laughed.

'No one will help you. No one can dare help you' He chuckled and continued to kiss my neck. Yes, no one can help me, I realized. He's living in a mansion so big sound can't even escape out.  The other girls in the other rooms can't even step up and fight or help me for they'll face greater consequences if they do.

'Pl-please stop' I cried and punched him away but it only made him angry. He sent me a hard blow to my stomach and I cringed in the pain. I rolled off the bed and into the floor as he unbuckled his pants. I was weeping hard hoping for help to come. When I saw the door slightly open, I managed to crawl a few meters even through there was great pain on my stomach. But he yanked me by the hair and threw me back to the bed.

'Where do you think you're going?' He asked but he never intended me to answer that question. Instead he reaped of my dress and rummaged my body. He kissed every part of my nakedness but I never felt pleasure. Fear, nervousness, brokenness and pity were all the emotions that prevailed me. But he wants me to moan for him. I can't bear any of his doings and so I received punches as punishment every time I counteract.  I lost hope and closed my eyes to let him do whatever things he pleases to do. All I can do was to cry since nothing would make a difference even if I would scream my lungs out or fight against his grip. He was dominant, that's the fact.

I tried to distract myself and wander my thoughts. That I was somewhere with my parents and we would play in the park or I was in school talking to my friends or somewhere on the beach looking at the sunset or play snow in wintertime. I almost succeeded when I suddenly felt that I was ripped into two. He already managed to get inside of me and I wept in great pain. I grabbed the sheets and screamed to express the agony I'm into. But he didn't care. He pounded himself into my fast and deep. I can feel blood dripping down my thights as he moans in pleasure.  Until I got used to the pain, I never stopped crying.

I tried to hide it from the public, especially from school because I badly wanted to finish study, to be a doctor someday.

'What's happening to mom?' I asked dad as we pushed her to the emergency room because of her bleeding. But he didn't answer; instead, I saw a tear running down his cheeks.

'She has APL and her liver is surrendering. I'm sorry but she's already in the worst stage of leukemia' her doctor said painting in his face sadness and despair. 'Mr. Lee' he called 'you need to say goodbye to her'.

Mom died in front of me as we say our goodbyes. I felt helpless as my mom tried to peek through her eyelids one last time before she says farewell, before the line grew flat. All I was able to do was to cry in sync with the sound of death. Death. 

The school kicked me out the moment they heard about the news of me being a slut. Without giving me a chance to explain myself, they blocked me out of school. What I want was help, not discrimination. I don't want to be pushed in the same cliff twice. I wanted for someone to pull me up and help me, and fight for me.

I tried to defend myself that I was just forced to what happened but they judged me before they can even hear the whole story. The world was pitiless to me. No one befriended me anymore; no one even dared to talk to me, if I was okay. There I felt I was all alone and I have no choice but to surrender myself to Mr. Kwang and all the other clients.  But even they were monsters. They wants me anytime, anywhere if they pleas. I can't do anything but to cry as they use my body for pleasure. I kept silent and obedient to him so that I won't end up like the other girls in the mansion- battered, starved, and left as trash.

 'Come Hee Yeon' Mr. Kwang called to the living room. He was seating with another man, maybe in his 40's that looked so amused.

'This is Mr. Choi, Mr. Choi, this is Hee Yeon. My favorite girl' He said as he pulls me to a seat beside him.

'Ah, so she's the girl you are offering me?' and Mr. Kwang nodded with a smile in his face. So, again, I am sold to another man.

Mr. Choi is no different than Mr. Kwang,- lustful and strong. He was also rich and lonely in life, all alone. And I guess I'm all he got. I have nothing more to do but to comply. I got used to be a doll, played on the way they want and it doesn't matter to me no more.

But there was a time when I tried to kill myself. What else was I to live for? Nothing was left to me. My dignity, pride, dreams, virginity, reputation there's nothing left. I tried 4 attempts exactly. 4 attempts of suicide. Overdose, wrist slashing, starvation, and the last one was to crash myself on a running car.

Since Mr. Choi was not in his mansion, I ran away. I placed some of my clothes on one of my pillow sheets since I don't own anything. Even in great hurry, I still managed to make some distraction to mislead him. I let the front door open to make him believe that I was going to the market area. I hurriedly grabbed my stuffs and ran out the back door securing it to be locked once I left. But I perfectly know he can find me no matter what.

It was a dead cold night and I have not eaten for the whole day. Since I have no one to go to and ask for help, I planned to have my fourth attempt of suicide, I tried to crash myself dead against a moving track.  Determination was all I felt that night. Ironically, I felt slight happiness and freedom in the thought of dying. I got excited to the thought of complete rest.  And so I prepared to end my life. But he saved me.

'What the hell are you doing?' He screamed on my face with wide eyes full of anger as he shakes my body back and forth. We were standing on the sideways and the 10-wheeler truck that was supposed to crash me dead already passed.

'Why the fuck did you saved me? It was almost there!' I also screamed my throat out because of the disappointment. I pushed him and gave him a couple of punches in the chest.

'Why do you want my agonies to last longer?' I was unconsciously crying as I continued to punch him harder. 'Why did you fucking save me?' I sobbed and continued punching. Suddenly I just felt him hug me tight and I grew tired of punching.  I don't know him and he don't know me. We were complete strangers but he made me feel that I belong. That I'm not alone in this hell world I'm into.

That was the start of everything. I already felt comfortable when I talk to him. It was not forced or anything, it just came naturally. He was just a normal guy from my block when I was in high school. He's neither rich nor popular. He was just plain ordinary. Boring in a sense. He's not that good at school as what I noticed if compared to me. But he was a hardworking man.

We talked the night off and he sent me home. I returned to the mansion that night, luckily Mr. Choi was net yet home. We then started hanging out secretly. I sneak out when Mr. Choi is out or asleep and we would meet at the park. Yes, he knows about Mr. Choi and my relationship towards him. No lies. He even knows my history.  But he did not mind, he accepted me for who I am. I never felt any disgust and judgment towards me; instead he calmed me down and comforted me when I feel down. He was there to catch me when I fell, especially when I emotionally fell. We both fell, I believe.

He is a type of guy who doesn't rush things, particularly about sex and I love him for that. He waited for the right time and I helplessly surrendered.  He was my first kiss, my first love and even though he's not my first sex, it was considered to be him since I gave him my body willingly.

'Are you ready?' he asked like I was still a virgin. I nodded as a response. He slowly entered me and I closed my eyes because of the pleasure. While he was pumping inside me, he looked at my face and whispered beautiful words that I never heard before.  And crashed his lips to mine and we fought for dominance but I let him win. I fully let him win over me.

After our first night, we continued our behind-the-back doings. And since I know Mr. Choi very well, he hates sharing her girls, I need to hide our relationship to him. I thought everything is going well but I was wrong.

One day, an unexpected thing happened. Mr. Choi found out about him. I tried to lie to protect him but he never listened to me, as expected. He locked me on our room and physically molested me. He also physically battered me until I'm all blue and violet. When I thought he's anger had already passed, he grabbed a gun from one of his drawers. My eyes widen and even though my body was tired and painful, I still managed to run and follow him. He planned to kill him for he stole me from him, that's his point. I pleaded him not to because I love him very much but it just made everything worst. Without any further ado, he ran through the street in the middle of the night with a gun on hand. I gave every bit of effort just to stop him but he was just too strong.

'Please stop, please don't hurt him. He's all I got' I begged but he was to deaf of anger.

'You can't love anyone! I own you!' He screamed as he grabbed me on the shoulder and squeezed me tight.

'No one can dare love a slut like you' he added and slapped me in the face using the gun. I was slammed hard against the light post.  The pain in my head was excruciating. But before everything then turned black, a gunshot was heard.

'H-Hee Yeon?' I heard a familiar voice that bought me back to present. I unconsciously felt tears running down my cheeks because of the sudden flashbacks and hurriedly wiped them off.

'Hee Yeon!' It became louder. I turned my head to trail the origin of the voice and there he stands a few steps away. Without giving him any assurance that I am the person he believes I am which I am. He suddenly wrapped his arms around my petite body. It was still the same. It was still him. Eight years had passed but he still makes me feel this way.

'Kris' I said and hugged him back.

When I woke up, every movement was painful. I looked around and realized that I was in the hospital. And then it came to me. What happened last night and Mr. Choi. Kris. Where is he? I scanned the room and landed my sight on a man sleeping on the couch with his mouth open. He's safe. He's alive and my whole world was relieved. I slowly made my way to him and sat on the floor facing him. I slowly touched his face but he was too sensitive and jolted up.

'I-I'm sorry for waking you up' I apologized. He then looked at me wide-eyed and hugged me.

'I thought I would lose you' he said and hugged me tighter. It then made me smile, like always.

He was the first for a long while to make me feel loved. And now, It seems like it was just yesterday when he hugged me the way he is hugging me like now.



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Yes, Kris is starting to have some scenes. The question is who is Kris in Hee Yeon's life? Would he help her or would he drag her down? The answer's quite complicated. There are only two options but every option has an explanation so choose wisely. Let me hear your thoughts and comment on the box below. I would really love to read them one by one.

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