I add some pictures that maybe the story will seem more interesting to read with pictures😬

     ♦️Warning: Violence,Assault
                  Bullying,rape.

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Y/N stood still, heart pounding in her chest as she faced the five girls and four boys, including Yeon-joon. Trapped. She felt utterly trapped, but she had to protect herself. She had to protect her baby. She wouldn’t let fear consume her. Not now.

Summoning every ounce of courage, she stood tall, staring Ha-ri straight in the eye with defiance. "Don’t look at me like that" Ha-ri sneered, her voice laced with dark amusement. "You know what I can do." Her chuckle was cold, slicing through the tense air like a blade.

"Let me go" Y/N said, her voice steady as she moved toward the door. But before she could escape, Ha-ri’s hand clamped around her wrist, yanking her back. Y/N’s heart raced, but she kept her face blank, refusing to show the fear clawing at her insides.

"I think you want me to show you my style" Ha-ri hissed, gripping her wrist tighter.

"Let’s go grab something to eat" one of Yeon-joon’s friends drawled lazily. "Let these ladies handle their business." The boys filed out, leaving the girls alone in the room.

Y/N twisted her wrist, trying to free herself, but Ha-ri’s grip was relentless. Pain shot through her arm, and when she could no longer bear it, Y/N’s hand lashed out, slapping Ha-ri hard across the cheek. The sharp crack echoed in the room, leaving everyone in stunned silence.

Ha-ri’s eyes blazed with fury. Without warning, she shoved Y/N, but Y/N caught herself on the desk, her hand instinctively cradling her stomach, Her baby. She couldn’t fall not now, not ever. She took a deep, shaky breath, ensuring the baby was safe.

Ha-ri stalked toward her, fists clenched. She grabbed Y/N by the hair, yanking hard enough to make her cry out in pain.
"Give me the roller" Ha-ri ordered coldly. One of the girls plugged the hair roller into the switch, watching as it heated up.

Y/N’s eyes widened with terror. "You…you slapped me" Ha-ri hissed, her teeth gritted in rage. "Now see what I’ll do to you."

The girl handed the hot roller to Ha-ri. Two others seized Y/N’s arms, holding her still. She thrashed and struggled like a trapped animal, but their grip was too strong.

Ha-ri pressed the scorching roller against Y/N’s wrist, the searing pain making her scream. "STOP!" Y/N’s voice broke, raw with agony, but Ha-ri just laughed, a cruel, heartless sound.

She pressed the roller against
Y/N’s other wrist, then her arm, then her thighs. Each touch burned like fire, and Y/N’s body writhed in agony. Tears streamed down her face, her sobs wracking her fragile frame.

Just then, Yeon-joon and his friends returned. Yeon-joon’s gaze fell on the scene before him Ha-ri with the roller in hand, Y/N trembling, her skin red and blistered. His jaw clenched, and his fists curled in fury.

He stormed over to Ha-ri, seizing her arm with a crushing grip. She yelped in pain. "What the hell did you do?" he growled, his voice a dangerous snarl.

"I did what she deserved" Ha-ri spat.

Yeon-joon’s eyes darkened as he cupped Y/N’s tear-streaked face. "Only I can hurt her" he said coldly. "If you touch her again, I’ll break your bones."

Y/N’s breath hitched. She couldn’t believe his words. His voice was calm, but his eyes glimmered with something far darker
lust, possession.

He grabbed her arms, pulling her close. "P-please" she stammered, her voice trembling. "Let me go. I’ll…I’ll tell the police."

Yeon-joon smirked. "Go ahead. Try."

"I’ll tell them everything!" she shouted, even as her body sagged from pain and exhaustion.

Ha-ri scoffed. "Who will believe you? Your parents left you, remember? You have no one."

Y/N shook her head, tears streaming again. "You can’t do this… I can’t take this anymore."

"Oh, but we can" Ha-ri said, holding up her phone. She shoved it in Y/N’s face, showing her something that made her blood run cold.

"No…" Y/N whispered, horror dawning on her face.

Yeon-joon chuckled darkly. And ha-ri said "Now, you’ll do exactly what we say. Or else it won't take much time to post this on social media"

Y/N’s body shook as she burst into helpless sobs. Yeon-joon grabbed her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze. His lips crashed against hers in a rough,punishing kiss which she didn't respond.

She was furious,devastated and with all her strength she pushed him away from herself, as a result yeon-joon stumbled, crashing into the desk, it happened so fast that everyone got shocked on her action.

The sharp edge caught him on his forehead, and blood trickled down his face. He touched his wound, his fingers coming away red, the room was silent. Everyone stared, wide-eyed, as yeon-joon rose,seething with rage.

"How dare you push me?" he shouted in anger. In a moment, a sharp slap landed on Y/N's face, making her stumble. She composed herself and looked up at him with teary eyes, meeting his gaze filled with anger and cruelty.

He grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall. She struggled to break free, but he held both of her hands with one of his, pressing them against the cold surface. With his other hand, he began unbuttoning her shirt.

She wiggled like a child, desperate to protect herself from the monster in front of her. She screamed, hoping one of the students nearby would help, but they only stood there, watching in silence.

She tried to push him again, tried to free her hands from his grip, but it was useless. When he realized he was losing control, he shouted, and his friends came over.

Yeon-joon released her, but before she could run, his friends grabbed her by the shoulders. Tears streamed down her face as terror consumed her. She was hurt, terrified, and utterly helpless.

Yeon-joon removed his belt, and her eyes widened in fear, knowing what was coming.

He wrapped the belt around his hand and began striking her legs. She screamed in agony, but one of his friendclamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. Yeon-joon continued hitting her mercilessly, and she tried desperately to shield her stomach from the blows.

She glanced around, pleading with her eyes for someone to help, but no one stepped forward. Among the onlookers, a terrified girl stood behind Ha-ri, trembling. She wanted to help
Y/N but feared the consequences. If she intervened, she too would be bullied. Unable to bear the sight, she averted her gaze, leaving Y/N to suffer alone.

When Yeon-joon was finally satisfied and exhausted from hitting her, he stopped. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. She had no strength left to scream. Her body was lifeless, on the verge of passing out.

Before she could process what was happening, she was thrown to the floor. Yeon-joon loomed over her. She shook her head, silently pleading, and tried to push him away again. She managed to get up, but he seized her wrist and yanked her down once more.

She winced in pain as she hit the floor hard. He slapped her again, then pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand. She kept shaking her head, muttering "no" over and over, still trying to escape, but he was too strong.

The room was filled with people, yet no one came to her aid. She was fighting alone. Desperation sparked an idea—she raised her knee and kicked him hard in his groin. He cried out in pain, releasing her hands. She scrambled to run, but he caught her again.

Slapping her repeatedly, he grabbed her hair and slammed her onto a desk. He gestured to his friends, who pinned her hands down and wrapped the belt around her wrists.

He resumed unbuttoning her shirt while she thrashed like a child, begging for mercy. "NO! STOP! PLEASE!" she screamed, her voice breaking.

Ha-ri glanced over, disgusted. "Let's go. I'm not interested in watching this useless show," she said, walking toward the door. The others followed, leaving Yeon-joon and Y/N alone in the room.

Y/N felt her strength fading. Her entire body ached, her head spinning, her vision blurred. Just as her eyes began to close, they shot open again when he slammed himself inside her.

He didn’t give her a moment to adjust, thrusting into her without mercy. She had no strength left to scream, no will to protest. Her body lay still beneath him, lifeless, defeated. Every touch, every movement filled her with revulsion, and she could only stare blankly at the ceiling, wishing for it all to end.

He covered her skin with his mouth, each kiss a brand of shame, each caress another reason to hate herself. She wished she could disappear, or better yet, die. The thought of escape, of oblivion, was her only solace.

When he was finally done, he pulled away and left without a word, leaving her crumpled on the floor like a discarded doll. She lay there, trembling, gasping for air, her breath ragged and shallow. Her limbs felt like lead, too heavy to move, her eyes fluttering but unable to focus.

Spots of black danced before her vision, and the world blurred at the edges. She wanted to cry, to scream, but nothing came. The darkness crept in, wrapping around her like a suffocating shroud, and at last, she surrendered, slipping into unconsciousness.

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