SHE was fidgeting to go back to her home. Every second felt like a long hour which had no desire to end. It was like her Mathematics classes back in her day. But this was something that was putting her into distress. Her working hours had ended a long time ago. The old gaffer was pouring another glass of wine.

Seeing her perturbed , he led out an incoherent laughter and pulled back the  sleeves of his archaic shirt.

"Are you that uncomfortable?"

"Mark , I want to go home now if you aren't going to talk about what you told me back at the kitchen.It's getting late. "

Breaking into a chuckle , he looked at her nervous face with great interest.

"Cara Mia , enjoy your life when you are still young. You should be going out and having fun at your age. Look at you being entrapped in the complexities of money."

"I don't see a problem in that , Mark. I should get going. I can't afford to spend more time here doing absolutely nothing. Don't try to make me stay here."implored Byeol as she stood up.

"Good heavens! Could you just not place your pretty little ass on the chair and surrender yourself to me?"

"What do you mean by that?" froze the female as she noticed the way the man was eyeing her.

"It's Christmas Eve.Take the hint already! I would love us to be underneath the white satin sheets making love to each other."

"Did you perhaps hit your head before proposing this nonsense?If you are done with your nonsense, I would love to walk away from here before I cut that old body of yours into a few thousand pieces and put them in the garbage can."

"Quite aggressive. I love those types. They are exactly my style."stated Mark nonchalantly as he took a sip of his merlot from his goblet glass.

Byeol shot him a disgusted look.

"How much would you like me to pay for making you strip from that sangria dress embracing your curves? Three thousand dollars or maybe a ten?"enquired Mark making his ludicrous desire more evident.

"I am not a fucking prostitute.Don't expect me to fall for your offer.I may be poor but am not that miserable to sleep with an old geezer like you just because you happen to be rich.I am done with this job. I am resigning."

"Look at this pretty little slut! You are blurting things which are making me look like the bad guy here. I am being realistic and generous Cara Mia,given your condition. Think again. You will be able to afford your tution fees for college in exchange of one night. I have seen several women like you."

Byeol burst into a fit of laughter , her head bobbing in the course of doing that. She was amused at his taradiddle to delude her into taking that as the truth.

"I am really elated that you put in so much thought in my condition.But I fear , I will probably cut your dick off while being in the same bed. Let's stop here now. I am trying not to get angry right now. Put a damn sellotape on that filthy mouth of yours. I don't think you would love to be questioned by the police this late at night."

Turning her back on the debauchee, she took long strides towards the exit door of the restuarant. The room was as silent as
grave. The clicking of her worn out black heels were the only source of noise.

" Ouch!"

Byeol let out a screech as she felt a pair strong of arms grabbing her by the waist and pulling her up.

" Leave me alone , you fucking pervert!"admonished Byeol as Mark walked towards the rest room carrying her on his shoulders. He was unusually strong for his age.

"I was being nice till now. I have no other way left to devour you now."

Byeol struggled to get out of his tight grasp. Entering the rest room, Mark threw him on the bed roughly. His eyes were scary. They were taken over by asinin lust for her.

Byeol was terrified. Was she going to end up like those girls she had only read in the newspapers? Why did she have to listen to his shit all this time and underestimate him? She should have had run out when there was still time.

"Cara Mia , don't make that face. I want you to enjoy this too. I am pretty good at making girls melt under me."

Mark advanced towards Byeol as he let his big rough hands brush against her bare smooth porcelain skin. His fingers move freely on her exposed skin.

" You are so pretty..."muttered Mark as he moved his face towards her ears.

Byeol flinched at the intimacy. She decided to try her luck and kicked him in the balls.

The assaulter screamed in pain. Byeol took the opportunity and unlocked door. She sprinted as fast as she could. The street outside was bustling with people who were out to celebrate the biggest celebration of the year. No one noticed the traumatized girl who was frantically running past them with eyes brimming with tears.

Byeol bumped into someone. She looked up at the tall lanky guy. A pretty face he was.

" I am so sor..."began Byeol. Before she could finish her sentence , the guy collapsed on her torso. He had lost consciousness.

Byeol was flabbergasted by how quick the situation changed into that. She couldn't understand what to do.

" Geez woman! Don't get lovey dovey on the street. You are blocking our way!" complained a bunch of guys who looked annoyed for being stopped because of them.

" I apologise! I... I am just about to move."

Byeol found her dragging the unconscious man towards the bus stop. She had no idea what to do. She didn't want to go to the police station and get herself involved in this. She decided to keep him at home until he regained his senses.

The taxi fare did end up being a bad choice. She was now short on money again.She laid the guy on the bed of her room and sprinkled some water on his face. Now that she was getting a close view , his face seemed more enchanting than before. He was not waking up. There was some movements in his hands and eyes which she could observe. She decided to leave him alone for a while and go for a shower. It had been a long day for her.

She thought that it would make her feel better. But the water falling on her bare skin made her feel even worse. An uneasiness grasped her both mentally and physically. The thought of her being touched by that pervert made her feel nauseated. She let out her tears which she had holding till now.

She felt that her body was still dirty even after scrubbing on them for a long time. Her reddened skin was bleeding at some places. She watched crimson liquid making their appearances blankly. She couldn't even understand why she had to go through that.

Putting a big warm hoodie and trackpants on her dried naked self , she looked at herself in the mirror.

All she could see was ugliness. There was not a single likeable feature in her and yet she managed to fall prey to sexual assault at work.

Mark Ricci , a restaurant tycoon from Italy. He had managed to open eight branches alone in Korea. He had decided to visit the one she was working as an waitress for inspection.

She didn't like his gaze from the very first day. He was always over the women staff. He touched them inappropriately whenever he wished. She watched many crumble under his unpleasing strokes on their arms and bare legs.

And she had no choice but to stay back when Mark ordered her . He said that he wanted to talk about the customers and services which ended up to him taking sips from an expensive wine while making her wait on the opposite chair.

She practically ran back to the toilet while being on the way to the kitchen. She bent before the toilet seat and threw up.

She hated life and what it had to offer.

a/n : Hehe... I couldn't wait to publish this so I ended up publishing way before the scheduled date. Do let me know of your opinions about the chapter in the comments! Don't forget to press the star button before you go!

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