"I didn't. How many tis do I have to say it for you to believe ? I didn't push her..."
Without any proof, Damien would only believe Juliet's words. He trusted her unconditionally.
As for ? I was nothing but a piece of trash.
"Sophia, you really deserve to die."
That was the sentence that he said to the most.
That day, he didn't let go until the end. He wanted in the private room because he wanted to humiliate .
"Sophia, do you know how much they pay for a waitress to keep their clients company? 800..."
"Sophia, you can't even compare to the waitresses here."
"Sophia, should I have let them get it on with you earlier?"
I lay on the couch numbly. It felt like my whole body was torn to pieces.
"Damien, please let go..."
I had already forgotten how long he tortured .
He finally let go when he almost sobered up. Then, he tidied himself up while feeling disgusted.
He was always well-dressed. anwhile, he didn't care if my clothes were torn into pieces by him.
He didn't even spare an extra glance because he felt disgusted for touching a dirty thing like while he was drunk.
"Damien, don't leave here. Please."
He turned and left the room quickly. He didn't care about at all.
I was like a piece of abandoned rag that was thrown to the ground.
I slowly got up and stepped on shards of glass. The pain and blood sobered up.
Feeling numb, I tidied my clothes. I tightened the torn clothing on and walked out in despair.
It was still raining heavily outside the club. Yet Damien didn't wait for .
"Are you new here? How much for a night? You look like you like it rough."
The waiter who opened the door and saw what had happened earlier kept asking how much I charged with a smile.
I didn't say anything and ran outside frantically.
The waiter stopped and teased, "Why are you running? Stop with the innocent act. Look at the state you're in after having fun with that rich guy. It won't make a difference if I have a go, right?"
I was terrified, and I stepped back nervously. "Don't touch , or I'll call the police..."
The waiter scoffed, "Everyone out there is drunk. If you go out like this, don't expect to leave in one piece. Why not let have so fun?"
There were many drunk people outside the club.
Why in the world would those n let go?
Damien clearly knew it was dangerous to leave alone here, but he still left without hesitation.
"Scram!" My breath hastened as I pushed the waiter away. Then, I ran outside while crying.
But the waiter was right.
After leaving the club, I was blocked by other people in an alley.
I trembled as I called the police. As I cried while waiting for them to rescue , I woke up entirely.
I didn't love him anymore.
I wanted to live.
I had to escape.
The further, the better.
"Don't touch . I beg you all." I cried and asked for rcy, but those people wouldn't let go at all.
As they ran their hands all over my body, my stomach churned in disgust.
"You sure look pretty. Quick. Once you're done, it's my turn."
"Can you do it?"
I fell to the ground. Listening to all the dirty talk, I cried until I ran out of energy.
After struggling until the end, I had no more strength to resist anymore.
I thought that they would take turns and have their way with that day.
Just as I was losing consciousness, a blurry, tall figure dragged a steel pipe and violently smashed it on the head of the man on top of .
Then, a piercing scream filled the alley.
"Please stop hitting!" The few n who bullied were all begging for rcy.
However, that figure had no intention to let them go at all.
"Ah!" Shrill cries echoed.
The figure then hit the man's wrist with the steel pipe. "Touch her... Die..."
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