REN
"Eat."
I parted my lips without protest —the perfect gostage— and felt the stale meat on my touch. I suppressed a groan as I thought of the toll it was going to take on my aching jaws.
But I chewed anyway.
Didn't say a word, didn't make a sound. I did t even show any sign of pain.
Why was I being so obedient? The answer was simple.
They broke me.
And I wasn't talking about broken bones. Even though my face— I didn't want to think about my face.
That fucking bitch Mingyu managed to kill all hope I had in me with an adequate amount of not-so-gentlemanly physical acknowledgements.
Oh I didn't go down easy, but after three days of religiously receiving blows to may face for my not-so-graceful vocabulary, I decided there was no point in even trying.
I mean, who was coming for me? I'm genuinely asking…
