22 The Angel, Broken, Stares Into the Abyss (2/2)

After cleaning up the living room, Yeo Ri headed to the bathroom to clean herself up. She scraped out the remnants of the vile liquid from inside her with her bare fingers desperately, fighting off her urge to vomit. She spent a full hour scrubbing herself, praying that she could get rid of the feeling of dirtiness.

Her tears flowed down silently. She had no more strength to cry.

Yeo Ri sat on the floor and leaned against the wall with her legs drawn up. Her nails dug into her arms and drew blood but she didn't care.

”Oppa...” she mouthed silently. Her throat couldn't seem to produce any more sound from all her sobbing. ”Oppa, save me...”

Her lips quivered, and more tears fell.

After what seemed like an eternity, Yeo Ri finally emerged from the bathroom. She was deathly pale and her crotch felt raw and uncomfortable.

Yeo Ri scratched her stomach. It felt as if that man's dirty fluid was still rolling around inside her. If only she could cut herself open and clean her insides thoroughly.

Yeo Ri stood inside her room with only a towel covering her. She knelt down, pulling out the knife she had hidden under her beddings.

She stared at it with empty eyes.

For a moment she allowed herself to imagine plunging the knife deep into that man's body, tormenting him with the promise of death. Her body shook with both fear and anticipation. She didn't want to become a murderer, but if that was what it took to save herself, then...

”Ha,” she chuckled emptily to herself. She could never do it in real life. She didn't have the courage.

Yeo Ri placed the knife back to its hiding spot. But before she could cover it up again, she paused. She picked up the knife again, then made two small, but distinct lines on the floor.

Her eyes glowed with a frightening glint. She resembled a wraith more than an angel, her eyes concealing the madness of a cornered beast.

”Two... this is the second time... I'll remember it.”