Seoha's POV
I press my legs together.
No…no…please, not in the bed of the man that promised me death if I fail to do my part.
Tears of shame flood my eyes, my lower belly is starting to cramp and my body starts to burn from inside, I can smell myself in the air, sickly sweet vanilla.
In pain, I look to the side and expect to see the tattooed man looking down at me with disgust but he's not here.
I roll out of the bed with my breath held, and I drag myself into my room, grateful that the room is right next door.
"Please…" I plead to no one in particular, needing help in anyway, I have a debt to pay, a child to protect…I can't…
A gasp makes me look up and I find the maid from the kitchen, Jisu, standing there with a basket at her waist.
"What are you doing?" she asks with a small voice, eyes wide with concern as she looks at me, "I didn't know…it came early" I manage to whimper.
"Oh my god, come!" she says and helps me into my room.
