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"How dare he perish without informing me?" Leona rumbled, brewing coffee in her epicurean kitchen. As she just arrived back home from the office, she was standing just in her raven sweatshirt and satin panties. 

That bastard Ryan might be shattering the bed with Chul. Horny kids.

The house was hazed with tarnished glimmers and dwelled in murky silence. She drew in a deep breath, rubbing the aroma of caffeine on the walls of her brain. Alcohol was an option, but she had to think about her painting and not the steamy kiss between her and Tayson.

"No! I ain't going there," she hissed, tenderly holding her forehead with her fingertips, seeking to stop rehashing the spectacle in her office. That kiss stirred her system in and out. She couldn't stop thinking about his hot breath drizzling on her lips, his fingers digging in her flesh, his gentleness, and rough voice. Jimin was dangerous to her. He was everything she wanted to hate from her stony heart and yet she was losing herself in the mists of his eyes.

Forthwith, a wave of turbulence walloped her heart, drumming the alarming sirens in her ear.

 Leona benumbed, heeding to the faint footsteps reflected from the living room. "Ryan."

It's not Ryan. She could tell if Ryan was just ten meters away from her. She had engraved his footsteps and even his breaths in her mind. 

Cold sweat broke on her temples, and bile of fear arose in her throat.

The footsteps were loitering and dusted with malice then they suddenly vanished. She knew them. Hot tears spurted in her eyes and her breaths clamped as Leona's feet strenuously crawled to the kitchen doorway. She held the knife in a death grip.

No, it's not him. It's not him. I am hallucinating. 

Leona reached the doorway and her frightened gaze scurried across the living room. It was dark blending with moonlight, but to her relief, there wasn't a soul in there. Her pounding heart whirled in consolation and her rigid nerves balmed. Wiping the icy tears, she let out a throttled breath.

I knew my mind was blown.

She spun on her heels, but a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, smashing her back into a robust chest. Leona screeched in mini cardiac arrest.

"Sweetheart, it's been a long," his filthy deep voice spoke in her ear. 

The same obnoxious scent, the same verminous voice, obscene touch, vile breaths. Hyun; the man she abhorred with every drop of her blood, the man who slivered her heart, her soul, her essence, who destroyed her, was back.

Her mind was deserted and her body was frozen in a berg of terror. Leona's heartbeats compressed and she struggled to liberate her body from his dirty grasp.

"Shh..shh, kitten. Don't make me mad. You know right, I hate when you push me away," he chuckled, stroking his wet lips on her ear and Leona suppressed her scream. His grip around her torso tighten as he animalized her neck with his dirty mouth.

No. She hated being touched. Especially by him. She couldn't handle it.

With every might, Leona elbowed him in his ribs and a howl of his frayed voice nauseated her stomach. She launched into full sprints right to the front door but it was in vain.

"No! Leave me!" she screamed, but his hand slapped callous on her mouth and he crashed her back severely hard on the wall, surging his body on her. Leona teetered, screwing her eyes shut, constantly hoping it was a dream. One of her nightmares that hunted her every night. It had to be. He couldn't get her again.

Hyun spoke with pure venom, staring straight into her teary eyes. "Why so rough, sweetheart? It's me. Your  Hyun. Remember? That's what you called me. Yours. Or do I need to help you recall?"

Gripping her jaw harshly, he forced her neck up, and even though she withholding her wails, a piercing sound tumbled through her quivering lips. The back of her neck burned down to the length of her spine and her eyes sealed shut.

She couldn't face him. She was terrified and the only person in her mind at that moment was Jimin. 

"You don't smell the same, Lia,"  his sick voice muttered in the crook of her neck and his fingernails brutally dug in her arms. "What's all these? These tattoos. Wow, you have changed."

Leona coerced herself to breathe, her lungs were deprived of air. Her mind was shutting off but she endeavored her highest to push him. The tears of anguish seared her cheeks and the fizz of mocking laugh induced through the man.

"But the fact that you still writhe under me won't change. Look at you," he mused with a chuckle, his hand cupping her breast and Leona let out a howl of protest, wanting to hide in the caligo like she always did.

Not again. Please. Please. Don't touch me.

"The password of the door is so predictable. Your mother's birth date, seriously? Whiz, aren't I?" His hand clenched her breast hard and Leona puffed, torturously yet slowly losing her consciousness.

"Say something, let me hear that sugary voice. Mmm...your breast grew fuller, fuck. Should we make love? It's been years since I had you warming my bed." He sniffed her like a cunning wolf, his hand binding around her throat while the other pinched her nipple.

Leona cried out loud as the pressure on her throat intensified. She couldn't look into his dark eyes. She didn't have the courage to. 

"Are you still whoring around? The tattoos say a lot about slutting your way to get things. Now, it makes sense why the mighty Park Jimin has been hanging around you. Are you spreading your legs for him too? Like you used to for me? How much he is paying you? God, I am really curious that how you are here after years. I thought you died that day. Unfortunately." He paused, only to sneer his teeth on her shoulder. 

"No, leave me," she stifled the words, which only result in him strangling her with his weight.

"Leave you? So you could run your mouth and play little games on me? I was honestly waiting for you to come after me. But I knew what a coward you are. Weren't you waiting for me to come and get you? I came then because I missed you. Now, what's your plan? How you fucking dare to hurt Sung-Ho's wife? Your own family. Just what type of trash you are?" He screamed, quelching her at an uttermost level that Leona's feet crumbled and she slid down the wall, begging for oxygen. She shut her mind, froze her heart, and sucked in a harsh breath. She would be fine if she doesn't fight back. She would be fine if she think of it as a dream. She would be fine because she always has been. Always. 

The lanky man with a broad figure and tousled bluish hair, squatted down to her level. White lights flashed over Leona's eyes, her head blasted with noise and pain, everything was a blur as she gasped, coughed, and shed burning tears.

His defiled fingers softly run over her cheek before jerking her head up. Her foggy vision couldn't decipher his face in muddy light but his fouled voice crept in deep inside her and a tremor swallowed Leona. 

"You are still that same, Lia. Still a fucking hustler. Still a girl who loved being beneath me. And still nothing," He growled and his lips slammed on her. Leona whimpered, berzerk to push him but he bit on her lips, her head hammered on the wall and a metallic taste of blood crammed her mouth. She just pretended to be a corpse when his tongue broke into her mouth, the sickening taste struck the back of her head. 

"Sorry, sweetheart. Couldn't resist. Now, you are ruined for him," he whispered, running his thumb over her lip and towering over her. Hyun dug his hand in his pocket, procuring his handkerchief and sweeping his mouth and hand clean while she stilled against the wall, lifeless.

Yet again, she died inside for the millionth time. Yet again, her past shackled her. 

"See you soon, wait for me. This was just a warning visit," he whispered, flinging the handkerchief on her face and walking away from her, leaving her broken beyond repair.

The cold tears streamed down to her bleeding lip and she closed her eyes when a soft click of the door indicated that Hyun departed.

The shattering noise of her heart ringed in her mind, silent cries shook her body and she screamed. Loud enough to throb her head, loud enough to block the flashes of his voice, loud enough to assure herself that she was okay.

She quietly stood, coughing and accidentally breaking a vase as her fragile feet dragged her to the bedroom. She slipped inside the bathroom and settled in the bathtub to wash her stains away. 

But water can't wash the stains on the soul.

.

.

.

Jimin's head convulsed at the vehemence of her scream. He watched that familiar car driving away and he trotted to the entrance.

Who the hell was that? She doesn't know anyone but me.

To his surprise, the door wasn't latched but ajar. Jimin was instantaneously sober with an anxiousness settling in the pit of his stomach. He walked inside the dead room, his eyebrow furrowed in a hermetic frown as he took in the messy room. Water was scattered on the polished marble, pieces of crystals, and the broken vase was christened over at the corned.

"What the hell happened here?" murmured, his sense replenished with the delicious coffee that hauled him into the kitchen.

The brewing machine was on and the coffee mug was dribbling down the drink, dispersing it all over the island. Jimin turned off the machine and dragged a deep breath to completely sedate himself.

"Leona," he called out, walking into the living room. "Leona!" He called out a few more times, amassing the stairs up to her bedroom.

Her bedroom was wide open, the sound of running water resonating in the still black. 

"Leona, you in there, baby?" he asked, seizing vigilant steps to the bathroom. He could tell the water was overflowing. The bathroom too was unlocked and that only give rise to the panic building in him. Tugging the varnished door open, Jimin ducked his head in, hoping for her to be fine.

His feet and bottom of her trousers were instantly soused in the overflowing water, swirling on the jet titles. "Leona, are you taking a bath?" His voice was steady but his heart wasn't. The tinged pellucid wall was rooted in between him and the bathtub in which she was perched. 

"I am coming in there, okay?" he said, heart thumping against his ribcage and abruptly the cuts on her wrist whacked in his mind. He rushed across the tinted glass and sucked in a harsh breath at the sight of her. 

"Wh-" 

The overfilled tub splashed the cool water down on the titles, her slender frame was curled in a ball at the right end. She was folding her arms around her knees as if shielding herself from something. 

Fear striked him iron when the transparent liquid stirred with blood red.

"Fuck, no!"

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I know sexual harassment is an extremely emotional topic and I described the scenes in detail so this may seem inadequate and disapproving to some readers. But this was needed. Needed the book and needed it for me. The fact that once I was there in the situation made me write this. No, it wasn't easy at all. I felt that I was reliving those flashes, but it was okay. I was okay knowing it didn't change me. It didn't make me hate myself. I just learned something in science that every seven years our body is replaced by a new set of cells, so it was a relief to know that one day I will have a body that is unstained. I wrote this cause I couldn't speak about it. So all the people out there, if you went through this please don't let yourself shatter. It will be hard, and the memory will haunt you forever, but you will be a stronger and better version of yourself. Just hold on, okay?

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