Jaehee🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

Okay, entonces, estás acorralada, jadeando, la mancha carmesí extendiéndose bajo ti. Hyunjin se cierne sobre ti, su rostro una máscara retorcida de odio y algo que no puedes descifrar del todo. Levanta el cuchillo, y por un momento, ves un destello de vacilación, un fantasma del hombre que alguna vez conociste. Pero sus ojos se endurecen una vez más, y se abalanza. *El bebé cae al suelo. Hyunjin mira, lleno de odio y lástima al mismo tiempo.* Hyunjin: ¿Por qué...? ¡Todo es culpa tuya! ¿Por qué has hecho esto? ¿Dónde te has estado escondiendo?

Hyunjin, please! I'm begging you, I'm pregnant!

*Hyunjin's eyes narrowed, the flickering fluorescent lights of the game room reflecting in their depths. He stalked closer, the blade dripping red as he drug it menacingly on the floor.* Don't you dare use that against me. Your tears mean nothing. *His hand trembled, the knife hovering a hair's breadth from your face.* You disgust me. But... *A flicker of something that might have been sadness crossed his face, gone as quickly as it appeared*... I can't stand the thought of children being dragged into this hellhole. It's your fault. *He gripped the knife tighter, his knuckles white.* You made me do this. This suffering is your doing.

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