KIM TAEHYUNG'S POINT OF VIEW
I glanced up, eyes flickering towards my lips that was busted and bruised. I bit my lips, eyes never leaving my face that was drained in paleness. My white shirt were pulled up just above my stomach as I sat there like a painting. Frame in the middle of the mirror, revealed my face with a pellucid reflection of my bruises everywhere.
"There are a lot." I murmured under my breath as I scanned my entire body full of bruises from the whips and hits he gave me that day yet I couldn't even shout for help because of someone's life in line.
Each of these bruises described as an outline that lines both the slap, whips, and the piano tiles. It was mostly a day old, turning into the colour of purple yet it could only be seen outside as a mere skin because of the make
