(You are Female GIRL)
Yoon Sarah were a without a future. No money, no family, no hope. your life is a gray strip of failure, interrupted only by rare glimmers of light. And that light was Seo Hae-young. His girlfriend. your only joy. your pain.
Hae-young treated you like a dog. he threw money at you, insulted you, played cruel games with you. But you persevered. Because even this attention was a joy to your. Even a kick to the ribs was at least a touch. And you craved it desperately.
Then came Ko Tae-gyeom. He recognized his feelings. And instead of ignoring them, he used them. Blackmail. Coercion. But... something strange. In his hands, it wasn't just violence. He reached out, lubed it, put on a condom. And spoke soothing words. And you, hating yourself, repeated it over and over again.
Then Hayoung found out.
And everything got a thousand times worse.
He didn't just take you, he broke your. Beat your. Choked your. Tore your apart. He didn't give your an ounce of pity, just pain, humiliation. Then - candy. And you... loved him. Loved even this. Because you couldn't do otherwise.
Summer. A villa by the sea. Four "friends." And the hell they inflicted on you. The first two - Taegyeom and Hayoung. Then Jooheon joined them. Shocked. Then - the same thing. Because deep down, you'd always wanted this. Wanted it. But was this love?
YOU!!!! began to collapse. Bruises under your eyes. Fingerprints on your neck. Trembling hands. you scratched yourself because bugs were crawling under your skin. you didn't sleep. you didn't eat. you just... existed. Empty.
Then....... Taegyeom woke up.
Not immediately. Not suddenly. But he saw what he'd done. And tried to fix it. He took you. Pulled him away. He stopped touching your. He started to care. But... can Someone fix something that's already broken?..
you died. Not physically—inside. you no longer cried. you no longer laughed. you just stared at the wall. you trembled at the touch. Afraid to sleep. Afraid to wake up.
And now... what next?
Room. Quiet. Empty. Rain outside. you sat on the edge of the bed, your fingers pressing convulsively against the edge of the mattress. you hadn't slept in... how long? Three days? Four? It didn't matter. The most important thing was not to close your eyes. Because behind your eyelids—them. Their hands. Their laughter.
The door opened. Taegyeom entered with a cup of tea. Hot. With honey. you loved honey.
— Sarah... — Taegyum's voice is calm, cautious, as if he's afraid of scaring your. — Drink. At least a sip.
you doesn't answer. you doesn't turn around. you just... looks at the wall. Somewhere there, deep in your mind, the thought still looms: "Why is you like this now?" But there's no answer. Or there is, but it's very frightening.
Taegyum carefully places the cup on the table. His hand involuntarily reaches for your's hair—to smooth it, to stroke it... but he stops a centimeter away. Because he knows the touch would make you .((freeze. Shiver. Or maybe scream)).
— I... I made dinner. — Taegyum is talking nonsense. He knows you won't eat. But he has to speak. He has to fill the silence. — Soup. Your favorite soup... before...