As If Transmigrating Wasn’t Enough, I’m Pregnant?! - Chapter 2.2
“You bug-like, trashy bastard. Are you kidding me? This punk still doesn’t get the situation, does he? Hey. If your dad’s borrowed money isn’t paid back in full with interest within this month, should I show you right here what happens?”
The enraged man grabbed Ryu Hae-sol by the hair and slammed him roughly against the floor a few times. With the thuds, thuds, his head rang loudly. Tears welled up in his eyes from fear, but the man didn’t care and whispered like a devil right next to his ear.
“That cheap body of yours, we’re going to sell it off for a very good price. There are places crawling with guys who go crazy for omega punks like you. Do you know what happens once you get sold off?”
The man threw Ryu Hae-sol’s tightly clutched hair down onto the floor, then scanned him up and down with a filthy gaze full of greed. Ryu Hae-sol’s body began to tremble violently like an aspen leaf.
“We’ll roll you around until you drop dead, until you’re pissing and shitting yourself inside out. You’ll be begging and pleading for us to just kill you. Got it?”
The cheek he had been struck on earlier burned as if branded with red-hot iron, and his forehead, which had been ruthlessly smashed against the floor just moments before, felt as though it were torn, with something trickling down the bridge of his nose. However, he had no leisure to care about such things right now.
His rational thinking, which had been so confident that he could endure any situation, shattered to pieces before the brutal violence of just a moment ago. A primal fear threatening his survival, which he had never experienced even once until now, dominated his entire body.
Above all, Ryu Hae-sol’s body remembered. This excruciating pain and humiliation. The trauma deeply engraved within his physical body and mind reared its head on its own. It rushed in like a massive tidal wave, instantly swallowing up Moon Seong-yoon’s original willpower.
“I, I was wrong…… I’m sorry…….”
Ryu Hae-sol’s voice, barely leaking out through his trembling lips, was cracked and pitifully hideous. He didn’t even have the courage to raise his head. He simply begged, prostrating himself as flatly as possible on the sticky, unpleasant floor. He pleaded desperately, like a slave asking his master for forgiveness.
His final pride, which he had guarded so fiercely, had already evaporated without a trace. All that remained for Ryu Hae-sol now was the desperate instinct to survive, and an immense scale of terror that had swallowed up even that instinct.
“Please, please spare me! I, I’ll find the money somehow. Really. I’ll do anything…….”
Even at Ryu Hae-sol’s abjectly pleading voice with his head bowed down, the men remained silent for a moment. The tiny room was filled only with Ryu Hae-sol’s heavy breathing and sobbing. Soon after, a sneer filled with contempt was heard from above his head.
Click.
A chilling metallic friction sound. Ryu Hae-sol knew what that sound was without lifting his head. He couldn’t possibly not know. This was the sound of a belt buckle coming undone. Fear that felt like it was freezing his heart spread throughout his body, chilling his blood.
“A punk who can’t even do anything, what talent do you have to get money? Your dad is a cripple, and all you’ve got is a skin-and-bones body, right?”
The men slowly approached Ryu Hae-sol. An indescribably massive terror invaded his mind. Another man casually tossed out words toward the trembling Ryu Hae-sol.
“Once we use you a couple of times, we’ll find out. The value of this pathetic body. If you just spread your legs obediently, it’ll hurt less, you bastard.”
The lewd and violent words hurled by the men pierced his consciousness like daggers. No. This couldn’t go on like this. He couldn’t be ruthlessly trampled by these guys like the Ryu Hae-sol in the novel. He hadn’t accepted that wad of cash just to end up in this state.
The moment that thought brushed through his mind, his brain, paralyzed by fear, began to spin frantically. A way—he needed a way out. The single escape route from this hellish situation. At that moment, a scene flashed into his hazy consciousness: a bundle of cash fluttering through the air.
Arrogant, cold, and looking down at him as if he were a bug—that pair of gray eyes. Do Won-hyung. Yes, if it were him, he might toss this much money around like chump change. Rather than getting trampled and sold off by these guys, choosing Do Won-hyung would be the better option.
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