Angel Smile Chapter 22

Yeo Ri did not want to do anything .

She didn't want to move . She didn't want to be awake, but she didn't want to pa.s.s out either . She also didn't want to cry anymore .

She stared upwards blankly, wondering how much longer she could take being in this situation . How much longer will he desire her body? How much longer does she need to endure?

For a moment she wondered if she should just end it all .

Gun and Hyuk's faces flashed in her mind . Their smiles, their worried looks, all their frowns and sorrows flashed in her head .

No—

Her heart skipped her beat . She berated herself for ever thinking of offing herself . How selfish of her .

Not now . Not when they are still trapped .

"Yeo Ri, remember to clean everything up . You don't want your brothers to find out, do you?" Lee Do Joon smirked . He snorted, "though I wouldn't mind it if they do . I'd like to see what those two brats could ever do to me when they find out . " He chuckled in amus.e.m.e.nt, imagining their faces in his mind .

The girl flinched at the sound of his voice . She s.h.i.+fted her body, curling herself up in a foetal position, as if protecting herself .

The man looked over at her, smiling in the same disgusting way as he always did . While other women might have thought it to be charming, she couldn't see anything but the evil within .

Finally, the man left the house .

Yeo Ri stayed in the same position for a little while longer, but time was ticking . Gun or Hyuk could return home at any second . Reluctantly, she peeled herself off the couch and began cleaning up .

She wiped down the place where he had raped her and doused it with disinfectant . Then, she sprayed the air with air freshener, making sure that the disgusting smell did not linger .

After cleaning up the living room, Yeo Ri headed to the bathroom to clean herself up . She sc.r.a.ped 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 s*men 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 antic.i.p.ation . 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 . "