Act 4: Pierce his dull heart

                                    

                                          


                          
"Please stop..It hurts.."
                          
The man continues to talk with a stench of fear which seems to be his nightmare. Olivia wouldn't know what to do.
                          
The CEO in slumber distress, involuntarily sobbing in between his sleep talk "Why are you doing this?"
                          
"Namjoon wake up!"
                          
"AAAHHH!!!"
                          
The older man screamed his lungs out, catching his breath and after a second he breaks into tears. The concerned prostitute hugs Namjoon to calm him down as she rubs his back and patting his head.
                          
"It's okay, it's okay..Shhss.. It was just a nightmare Namjoon, it's not real."
                          
Olivia tightens her embrace to Namjoon who is now crying out in her chest.
                          
"He-he's coming after me. He tries to kill us."
                          
She gulps in nervousness. It will be a very bold action to do but her speculations are also consuming her. Olivia 
                          
"RM.  I happened to stumble with one of your case files in your library and uhm..I just want to ask if you remember a guy named Kim Nam Woo?"
                          
In a blink of an eye, she found herself on the floor, choke-slammed by now angry and furious Kim Namjoon.
                          
"I-I can't breathe..Stop!"
                          
Namjoon is now sitting above her, giving her the deadliest, disgusted glare she can get. Olivia could feel her hair standing from her skin, goosebumps crawling down her spine. She's not looking to a man, she's looking to a devil.
                          
Namjoon: Never mention that name in front of me. You filthy slut!
                          
He tightened his grip which caused Olivia to suffocate even more her eyes are now tearing and her face turning red.
                          
"Sto-p..You're killing m.eee..It hurts."
                          
A peal of grim laughter is now escaping through the CEO's trembling lips "You don't know the definition of hurt baby. Peasants and weaklings like you do not deserve to have an emotion, you do not deserve to be wanted."
                          
The delirious CEO slaps her face and grabs her hair, pulling her up carelessly causing her scalp to bleed a bit. Namjoon slammed Olivia so hard against the wall and chokes her again.
                          
"Don't you ever ask me about who that fucking person was if you want to stay alive in this mansion."
                          
The 20-year-old victim of this sexual exploitation cries in fear. She's holding both Namjoon's hands to prevent him from choking her even more. Gulping hardly was her only option, toes are curled in her utmost defense mechanism, her legs keep on stretching back and forth as her eyes are now filled with pleading tears. However, Namjoon overlooked all of those desperate signs of the girl. He is blinded with anger and that emotion pushes him to go to unwanted extremes. Namjoon managed to lift her body due to raging anger.
                          
He scratched his voice with a groan "Get out of my room. NOW!!"
                          
Namjoon's nail cut the skin of her cheek. She did all her best to step out of the master's bedroom since her mind is deranged. Olivia is sprinting away like she's running from a monster. She stops running when she becomes stable and realizes she reached the west wing of the mansion, she falls on the floor and finally breaks into full tears.
                          
"I want to get out of this house now. I cannot do this anymore. I shouldn't have asked him about that person at all."
                          
 The empty living room is filled with Olivia's cries. 
                          
"What did I do to deserve this? I never caused harm to people around me to end up as a prostitute. I am so tired pretending to be strong. I HATE MY LIFE!"