Chapter 12: Worse Nightmare (18+)

I took a deep breath and waited for that moment to come … but … nothing happened.

There was only the loud ringing of the phone coming from Loko's phone. The ringing made my knees instantly limp during intense moments like this. While swearing aloud, Loko took his cell phone from his trouser pocket and raised his hand at Zo, giving an unspoken command with a hand gesture. Not long after, the cold and terrifying object slowly slipped from my head.

I looked at Loko, who walked out while uttering various kinds of swearing while picking up a call from who it was. After that, Zo turned around and stood in front of me. He put the gun back between his pants and his belt. The man looked at me before passing through the bedroom door and disappearing behind it. He locked me again.

I unconsciously exhaled the breath I had been holding in for a while.

That call really saved me. For a moment, I can relax and control my panting breathing. There wasn't much movement I could do with my hands cuffed and my feet tied. I winced as I felt my knees and elbows hurt a little. Maybe this is the result of jumping the fence earlier.

My face hurts and hurts everywhere due to Loko's brutal treatment. My lips are still bleeding a little. It feels salty dripping in the mouth. I closed my eyes tightly and took in all the pain that made me almost unconscious again.

How long do I have to go through this damn thing?

I thought about some of the events that had happened recently. This kidnapping must have come from someone's orders. There must be a mastermind behind all this madness. Does the mastermind of this incident have a grudge against my family? My Dad?

Dad…

Why did Loko say that Dad is not my real father? He must be just talking nonsense, right? Seriously! Loko must have intended to bully me.

I hung my head in pain. My stomach also interfered with unbearable nausea. I have to get it out. I couldn't hold back the turmoil in my stomach anymore.

And… I vomited it up.

I took out all the rest of the stomach contents that were stuck until all that was left was dry vomit that sounded pathetic. I feel a little relieved, but, God, this is so disgusting. Some of the dirt hit the shirt and pants while the rest was scattered on the floor. This is very uncomfortable. I really need to go to the bathroom to clean it.

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Time passed until it was already late afternoon when seen from the slightly caught sunlight in this room. I'm still sticking with shit and handcuffs and ties. My body felt sticky and sore everywhere. There was no sign of them coming back again.

Until my head almost drooped from sleepiness, Zo opened the bedroom door and came in with a small box. He looked relaxed by wearing a plain black t-shirt and gray knee-length jeans torn in several parts.

I hastily lowered my head when he looked at me and furrowed his brows. I hate this person, Loko, and everyone here who has made me suffer, who has put me in a hellish situation.

Zo came to me. He opened the handcuffs on my hands with a small silver key. Then he also untied my legs. I stroked my red wrist. It hurts, but I'm relieved that I'm finally free from the knots that hurt my skin.

I quickly ran to the bathroom after everything was released. I locked the bathroom door, cleaning my mouth. I rinsed my mouth a few times before sinking limply on the floor. I don't want to go outside. Don't want to see Zo.

But a knock on the bathroom door made me couldn't help but move to open it. Maybe now I should just obey Zo so that my body doesn't get battered. When the bathroom door was half opened, I saw Zo's towering body standing in front of me. I looked into his redden hazel eyes. There was a strong smell of alcohol wafting from his lips.

"Just bear it for a while," he whispered, barely audible.

Immediately he lifted me up, and he dropped me onto the bed. I struggled violently when his large body began to press on top of me. In the next second, the door opened and revealed the figure of Loko, who was clapping as if he was happy to see me helpless.

"Very nice! Try a proper pose! The camera's over there."

My eyes followed Loko's index finger pointing at a camera standing on a tripod right in front of my bed.

Shit! He's a fucking asshole!

I struggled even more, when Zo started to take off the clothes I was wearing. My tears began to fall, and I tried to kick him harder and harder. Zo's body is more prominent than mine, and my kicks seem meaningless.

"Don't! Stop! Zo, please—"

"Shut up!" Loko shouted. "Look at the camera and smile sweetly. This recording can be watched by dozens of your college friends. This would make a great gift for your Dad, Minka. Just enjoy it."

I screamed when all the cloth that wrapped my body were successfully removed one by one by Zo. The man locked my hands and started to scoop up my still sore lips. I screamed in pain because the stinging on my lips was painful when he roughly kissed me. One of my right hands escaped from Zo's grip, and I slapped him hard. Zo's face turned to the left.

"Stop! Damn it!"

He grabbed my hand again.

I begged him with a nod. "Please, don't do that again."

That bastard didn't even look me in the eye. I could catch a hint of hesitation before he ferociously charged back at me. The taste of the alcohol he had previously drunk wholly filled my mouth.

My eyes went wide as his genitals started to penetrate me. The excruciating pain made me struggle much more robust than before. I can still hear Loko's laughter at the other end of the door as Zo's body presses against me. His movement made me scream out loud because my body felt like being ripped in half.

A little memory of my life flashes through my mind. I was always surrounded by security, comfort, warmth, and the cradle of love. I've always wished I could get away from my Dad's limitations. I have always hoped to be able to live another life that is not overshadowed by restraints. I do have a dream of being in a tense situation that can stimulate adrenaline to color my lonely life.

But it's not like this...

This is not what I want. This is not the scenario I was referring to. I never wanted to be in a situation like this.

Am I asking too much? Is it karma because I often argue with my Dad? Have I sinned to be punished this way?

Until that bastard spilled all of his semen inside me, I closed my eyes and burst into tears. I hear the sound of the zipper. He pulls up before he gets up from me and walks away.

"That's what you have to accept because you tried to run away," said Loko.

Both of them left me.