255 The Hyena With Sharp Claws (2/2)

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After returning home, the first thing Yeo Ri did was take a long, hot shower.

As the water rained down on her body, she stared at her hands. Thin fingers, and palms ravaged by years of housework that was becoming more soft thanks to better, expensive care.

She hugged her body, nails digging deep into the flesh of her arms.

Yeo Ri closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

”I hate this...” she murmured.

'See?' the devil whispered. 'You can't ever get away from me.'

Violence begets violence. She had become the one thing she hated. What he did to her, she had inflicted it upon someone else, and she had... enjoyed it. Every second of it. She remembered how exhilarating it felt to be the tormentor, to have power and control over another person. There were still some lingering feeling in her limbs of when they came into contact with the stalker. Every hit seemed to lighten her body, making her more and more invigorated.

He had been so helpless against her, that stalker. After all his high and mighty words, he had caved under her.

'Feels good, doesn't it?' the devil cackled, as if he knew what was going through her mind. 'Now you know why I love you so much.'

”Shut up...” Yeo Ri sighed. She wasn't in the mood to deal with the dead b*stard.

'Mm, I feel so close to you. More... the more you resemble me, the happier I get. As expected of my daughter,' the devil purred.

”Ugh!” Yeo Ri scratched herself wildly as she felt the ghost of a kiss on her collarbone.

Scratch marks of her own making littered all over her neck, torso and arms. Her skin burned from the sting of her wounds, and the small globs of blood were washed away by the water. Yet, Yeo Ri acted as if she could not feel the pain.

Yeo Ri screamed, her shrill voice bouncing off the bathroom walls.

She didn't know what she was feeling; it was a cauldron of frustration and anger and hate and sorrow and fear and everything else in between. She slid down to the floor, staring vacantly at the wall.

She did not move for a long time, lost in her own thoughts.

Slowly, her senses returned to her body, and Yeo Ri finally picked herself up to finish her shower.

She wrapped a fluffy clean towel around her body, then moved towards the sink. She raised her eyes and stared at her reflection on the mirror.

Yeo Ri examined her scratches through the mirror, narrowing her eyes at the reddened skin. She ran her fingers over them, frowning slightly. 'Oppa's definitely going to worry,' she thought with minor irritation.

She took out a pain relief cream from the medicine cabinet, and applied it over her wounds. Since there was just too many areas to cover, she didn't bother putting on a bandage.

Yeo Ri left the bathroom as the cream dried.