Face Down
Face down in the dirt, she said,
This doesn’t hurt.
She said;
Taeyeon bit on her lips to keep from screaming, because she knew that was what he wanted to hear and she did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how terrified she was. Besides, no one could hear her. As he started to thrust himself rhythmically into Taeyeon, she smirked. Her lips were parted but no sound emerged. He thrust harder and harder, but Taeyeon’s smirk only grew. She uttered one name, just one.
Minho.
He was shocked. Taeyeon took advantage of the situation and picked up her discarded clothes before starting to run. She wore her dress on the way and five minutes later, she was knocking on Minho’s door. He took one look at her, and wordlessly moved aside to let her into the apartment. He never asked about her haphazard outfit, her messed-up hair; nor did he ask about the ugly purple bruises around her collarbone. He took her bag from her, and hugged her, kissing her forehead. And Taeyeon knew, that Minho would protect her.
Minho, she whispered once more.
I’ve finally had enough.