Determination hardened Tae’s tear-streaked resolve. She wasn't discarded trash. Slutty? Yes. Weak? Never. Kook was hers, his brutal claim burned into her soul through pain and pleasure. She had to make him see, force him to remember.

Late the following afternoon, after classes emptied and corridors grew quiet, Tae strode towards Kook's office door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle. It wasn't fully closed. A sliver of light spilled into the dim hallway. Heart hammering against her ribs, Tae leaned closer, peering through the crack.