47 The Nightmare That Never Stops NSFW (2/2)

Noticing her gaze, Lee Do Joon smirked. ”What, you don't think I can hurt him?” He asked, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Yeo Ri flinched at her thoughts being found out.

”So what if I get caught? I'll just have to spend a few years in prison. But think about it, Yeo Ri-ah. What do you think I might feel after getting out? What do you think I'll do? Hmm?”

He tugged her head roughly, ”I promise you; you'll be the first thing I'd look for when I come out. And then, I'll f*ck your brains out. I'll f*ck and f*ck and f*ck you until you die.” He smiled down her, whispering the despicable words as if they were sweet nothings. ”And if anything, or anyone, dares to get in my way... I'll destroy them. Understand, Yeo Ri-ah?” He shook the phone in his hand as if to reiterate his point.

”No... no!” Yeo Ri pulled at his hand, trying to remove it from her hair. But it was all for naught. He was too strong. Where was her knife when she needed it?

”No! Dad, please! Stop! Have mercy!” She sobbed.

Ignoring her struggles, he dragged her out of the room. Yeo Ri kicked her legs and tried to pull herself away as he dragged her across the house and threw her into his room.

”My sweet Yeo Ri-ah, let's do this the easy way, shall we? I don't want to accidentally hurt your pretty face again, after all.” He began unbuckling his belt, ”I'll ask nicely. Strip. Or I'll tear your f*cking clothes off myself if I have to.”

Yeo Ri trembled and inched away from the man. She looked around as if looking for an escape, but there was nothing that she could do.

”Now.” He ordered. He was beginning to become impatient as he took off his pants that was restraining his growing member. He touched himself, his arousal increasing with every passing second.

Yeo Ri hesitantly pulled her jacket off, but it seems like she was too slow for his taste. He kicked her weak legs, growling, ”hurry up!”

Yeo Ri's breath hitched. With violently trembling hands, she fastened her pace. Tears stained her face as she was forced to take off her clothes. One by one, an item was taken off. The man had almost ripped off her camisole from anger due to her slowness. Soon, she was down to her birthday suit.

Yeo Ri hugged herself, doing her best to cover her body.

—And then, her nightmare began.