That night, Koo lay in the massive bed, body aching like she’d been through war. Her pussy was swollen and sore, lips puffy and red from Bohyun’s endless slaps, throbbing with every tiny shift under the sheets. She whimpered softly, tears drying on her cheeks, robe discarded somewhere on the floor. Bohyun snored beside her, passed out from his rage-fueled fuck, oblivious to her pain. She stared at the ceiling, heart sinking. He meant it—no more light, no more world outside these walls. Locked up like a pretty bird in a cage, no modeling, no freedom. And Tae… fired, ruined. It was all over.

Careful not to wake him, she slipped her hand under the pillow, grabbing her phone. Tiptoed to the bathroom, closing the door soft as a whisper. Dialed Tae with shaking fingers, tears starting fresh when he picked up on the first ring.