※ All characters, events, locations, and other settings and material in this book are fictional and bear no relation to reality.
※ This book contains violent and sensitive material including domestic violence, organ trafficking, coercive relationships, and drug use. Please keep this in mind while reading.
A boy who was nearly sold into organ trafficking, and the puppy who saved him and then disappeared.
“Move, you f***ing bastard.”
Time passed, and the two met again at the end of their respective hells —
but the boy didn’t recognize the puppy.
***
He’s wearing a stuffed-animal mask, watching me as I lie face-down, sick and suffering. Son of a bitch.
The curse rose up in me instinctively, but I couldn’t get it out of my mouth.
The man grabbed my arm and yanked me up in one motion, throwing me down onto the bed. Then he climbed on top of me and pressed down on both my thighs, forcing them open.
Realizing what he was about to do to me, I lifted my hips and shoved his chest hard with my hand, saying once more,
“I told you, I’m not one of the escorts here.”
“Open them properly. Unless you want to be unable to walk tomorrow.”
“…….”
This bastard’s ears were clogged shut.
Realizing words weren’t going to work anymore, I struck his face with my right hand. Whether he didn’t dodge it this time or simply chose not to, my fist landed square on the man’s face.
“Move, you f***ing bastard.”
“…….”
The man slowly turned his face back from where it had twisted to the side, and looked down at me. If there’d been even a flicker of him pulling back, I could have slipped out from under him — but he didn’t move an inch. His attitude was indifferent, as if he hadn’t felt the hit at all.
Those eyes were beautiful in a way that didn’t suit a psychopath, which only made it more chilling.
“You. Starting tomorrow, you’ll crawl.”
With those words, he stripped my pants off in one motion.