"Get her out of my fucking sight." He snaps, causing the men to jump into action. They harshly pick you up by your arms, dragging you out of the room. You lift your head for a split second to catch Lucas' face, but he refuses to look at you.

They drag you down the stairs, your dirty feet dragging along the dirty concrete floor until they reach a steel door, kicking it open yo throw you on the filthy floor, without a care in the world.

You were going to die here. You knew you were. If not from your wounds, then from an infection from being in these conditions.

Your body shivered as it ached. You wanted so badly to curl yourself up in a ball to try and keep warm but you could barely move. Eventually you must have passed out because you woke up to the sound of a lock being opened and then your door creaking open. You barely open one eye and see Lucas enter the room, supplies in hand.

"I'm sorry." He whispers as he begins opening up the disinfectant to clean your wounds properly. "I had to wait until he fell asleep." He finished, cleaning off one cut, making you flinch in pain as the stinging flowed through your body.

"You shouldn't be doing this." You groan.

"Why not?" Lucas asks, cleaning another wound.

"You shouldn't act like you care. You wanted a fuck, I was there. You got what you wanted." You whimper.

"I tried to stop him from doing this."

"Not very hard. Look you don't know me, you don't owe me anything. You clearly have issues standing up to your father so don't try to be some hero in this situation. I can do this myself." You snap, yanking the cloth from his hand to clean your own wounds. "You can go."

"He's not a bad man." Lucas says, trying to defend the man that used a knife to cut you multiple times while documenting it.

"Yeah, he seems like a real fucking peach." You scoff.

"You don't know him. He's not usually like this. He doesn't hurt others." Lucas whispers.

"He doesn't? Really? So him hitting you isn't the reason you flinch whenever he gets near you. The way you physically tremble when he gets close to you. Yeah, he seems like a real sweet guy."

Lucas stares at you for a moment before. "Fucking bitch." He spits, getting up and storming out of the cell, slamming the steel door behind him, leaving you to treat your wounds in complete and utter darkness.

**

As Lucas walks up the stairs, he can't help but think about what you said about him and his father. He's never flinched around him, he's sure of it. He makes it to his room, undressing himself into just boxers before crawling in his large and comfortable bed, he falls asleep dreaming about how he will prove you wrong in the morning.

When Lucas wakes up in the morning, he gets up to take a quick shower before dressing in a suit and heading downstairs.

"Finally you're up. Get in here." He hears his father from inside his office. Lucas takes a deep breath, adjusting his jacket before walking into the office. He walks towards his father who raises his hand and Lucas feels his entire body tense as he slightly flinches at the sight of the raised hand that is placed on his shoulder. His father gives him a light squeeze before diving into the meeting.

Rage fills Lucas as he realizes you were right, he so desperately wanted for you to be wrong and the fact that he was wrong fueled his anger.

You'd pay for this later.

Lucas spent his day thinking about ways to get you back for this. It never once crossed your mind that you could have possibly gone through enough, he was angry and wanted you to suffer more. He remembered that none of the torture methods truly phased you but he did remember something about you having a sister. You were likely very protective over her. A smile spread across Lucas's face as his plan just came together so effortlessly.

He couldn't wait until tonight, he needed to do this now. When no one was around, he snuck downstairs into the basement, unlocked your door and snuck his way in quietly. He looked at you laying on the cot, your bare back facing him. He moved towards you, making you curl more into a ball.

You listen as the person moves closer to you, but you couldn't bring yourself to care who it was. What else could they do to you now? You felt someone lay behind you, hot breath spreading across your ear. "Yanno, your sister tastes even better than I thought she would." A voice whispers, you can feel his semi hard cock

pressing into your ass.

In a swift movement you roll yourself over, pushing him off the bed, a loud gasp escaping your lips. "Don't fucking touch my sister, you piece of shit." You growl.

"Too late for that baby." Lucas smirks a small chuckle to follow before sitting up on the floor.

"I don't believe you. My sister would never go for someone like you." You spit, struggling to sit up on the cot as you stare at him in disbelief.

"Don't then. We met this morning at that little Cafe around the corner from your house." He chuckles. "She's got such a beautiful face, long dark hair." He smiles. "I especially like the little birthmark she has on her left hip." He whispers.

Tears form in your eyes at the thought of your sister getting caught up in this shit, especially with him.

"What the fuck did you do." You gasp.

"A man never kisses and tells." He winks. "I'm off though, gotta meet her for dinner."

"You motherfucker, stay away from her!" You cry, trying to get up to chase him. Your body is too weak to move that fast. Your tears fall as the door slams behind him, you can hear the echo of his laugh as he walks down the hall, leaving you in a miserable state worrying about your sister.

Later that night Lucas returned and you were in the same spot he had previously left you in.

"God your sister, she's just mesmerizing. The sweet dimples in her cheeks, the way she puts her arm over her face when she laughs and is blushing. She really gets the blood rushing to my.." He pauses, with a smile, he looks down at his crotch. "Head."

‘Why are you doing this to me?’ you cry. "What could I have ever done to you to make you manipulate and take advantage of my little sister."

"You made me realize things about my father." He snaps. "Things that I thought I buried a long fucking time ago." He finishes, grabbing a chunk of your hair to pull your head back.

You both stare at each other, Lucas breathing heavily as his eyes dart from your eyes and back to your lips. He inches closer and closer, almost placing his lips onto yours before there is a knock at the door.

"It's time. He's here." A voice says from the other side.

"Haejin is here." Lucas tells you. He can see you tense at the mention of your fathers name.

With a single tear rolling down your cheek and your arms at your side, you walk out of the room, escorted by a man with a large gun in front of you and Lucas behind you.

You should have probably felt a sense of relief at the fact that your father was here to save you, but instead you felt nothing. You almost would have rather he never showed up.

The moment you get to the front entrance, you see your father standing there with a few men, his face is less than impressed. You walk towards him, your head facing forward, looking at no one.

He grabs you by the arm, yanking you towards him, not caring about your very visible wounds in the slightest.

"Ow." You hiss.

‘Enough Ayn." He snaps, pulling you in closer to him. "Do you know how humiliating it is to know that my daughter was caught by one of our biggest rivals? I thought I taught you better then this.’ he snaps, whispering in your ear.

Lucas can see your body trembling, as well as the grip your father holds on your wrist.

Tears again are brimming in your eyes but you do your best to fight them. Crying in front of your father was not something you could do. He always told you crying made you weak.

He pushes himself away from you, standing up straight as he looks you in the eyes, nothing but pure anger flashes through them. Before you could even blink he raises his hand, slapping you loudly across the face. You bring your hand up to your cheek, shocked that he did it in front of people this time.

Lets go." He grunts, walking out of the room, expecting you to follow behind him, and of course you did.

You looked at Lucas for a second while he looked back at you, you could see the hurt in his eyes as he realized you dealt with the same kind of man as his father. He felt sorry that you were dealt that card as well.

"I didn't.." he begins. "I didn't actually do anything to your sister. I saw her Facebook posts, she really goes in depth there. I couldn't actually.." He whispers. "I'm sorry." He finishes. You slightly nod your head as you begin to walk out the door. You quicken your pace the best you can, leaving Lucas standing there, thinking about you.

Once you're outside you're wrapped in a blanket before you get into a car, sitting next to your father. He says nothing to you for the majority of the car ride, just staring out the window almost the entire time.

"We'll have a doctor take a look at you before you get home to your sister." He says as the car pulls into a large lot.

You say nothing, just nod your head as you clear your throat. Your father was far too calm for your liking, you knew a burst of anger would be coming out of him, mostly about how this was all your fault and you should have seen the signs.

"I raised you better then to get caught." He says before exiting the car, again expecting you to just follow him without a word.

And you do.

**

A few hours later you're back at your apartment, soothing your hysterical sister who thought you were dead.

"I'm so sorry." You whisper to her, your heart breaking as she sobs in your lap.

"I'm sorry for everything, for the way I've treated you. I can't ever lose you." She sniffles, giving you a hug. You wince at the pain of your cuts, some of which were apparently infected but the doctor said you'd make a full recovery with minimal scarring.

You were just happy to be home, with your sister and go back to your normal life. Although your mind continued to wander to Lucas, wondering what he was doing, wondering if he was thinking of you too.

**

A few days later you're well enough to start back at work, where your friends welcome you back with open arms.

"We missed you." Joy whines.

"So much." Irene finishes. They both hug you gently before taking the time to look you over, making sure you truly were okay.

"Are you sure you want to be here? You can take a few more days." Joy suggests.

"Nah, I need to get out and do something. But guys I'm fine, really." You smile, turning your head towards the front door. You browse furrow as you look out the window, you see Lucas standing there watching you.

You turn to Irene and Joy, "I'll be right back." You say, turning back towards the door but he's gone. You swore he was there, but maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. You shake it off, smiling as a woman approaches the counter to order.

"Hi there, how may I help you today?"

**

Over the next few days, you see Lucas everywhere. At the market, at work again, walking home, the doctors office.

You shouldn't miss him, but you do. You can't help but think about his smile, the way he wrapped his hand around your throat, the feeling of his cock pulsating inside of you.

You missed it all and it was fucked up. You knew it wasn't right and you shouldn't but you couldn't help it. You want him. You wanted the man you weren't supposed to be with, the one you shouldn't want. You can't want him, so your best bet now was to just ignore him.

That night after work you head to the convenience store to grab some snacks. You're heading down the aisle, picking and choosing what you want to eat when you feel like someone is watching you. You turn around but no one is there. You look in front of you and no one is there. You sigh in relief, feeling like you're going crazy now.

You grab your treats and head to the till. You smile at the clerk as you place your items on the counter and he begins to scan them. You turn your head to look out the door and see Lucas standing there, soaking wet in the rain. You feel guilty but you turn your head, trying to ignore it. Quickly you glance back, and he's gone and your heart sinks, just a little.

The next day you're walking home from work, approaching your apartment building when you look across the street and see Lucas standing there, wearing a suit with his hands in his pocket as he just stares at you. You want to confront him, tell him to go but you can't. Instead you ignore him, with a hurt in your heart and you go up the stairs, looking back once to see him still standing there, his head hanging down as you walk out of view.

**

A few days later Joy and Irene decide to take you out to the club. Your cuts had fully healed and you needed a night to get away from being in your head and lose yourself in some alcohol and music. After the three of you get ready and take a few shots, you head out when the uber arrives, taking you all to one of your favorite clubs.

"I'm so glad you came out." Joy says, giving you a big hug as you stand by the bar, waiting for your drinks.

"Me too." You smile. "I've been in my head too much." You sigh.

"You know you can talk to us about it." Irene says.

"Not yet." You answer back. "One day but not right now." You finish, just as your shots are placed down in front of you. You happily lift one, taking it quickly, letting the alcohol burn your throat before you take another one.

"Lets dance." You laugh, heading over to the dance floor. You can feel the music pumping through your veins as you move your hips, swaying to the beat of the music. You feel a pair of hand wrap around your waist, pulling you close. You just let it happen, thinking it would be a good distraction. You pop your ass out a little, grinding it on him. You can feel him lean in closely, his lips almost touching your ear. "I've missed you, baby." He whispers. You immediately recognize the voice. Letting out a small gasp, you turn around and look up. There stands Lucas, looking as handsome as ever. Your heart begins to beat even faster.

"Lucas." You whisper.

"I can't stop thinking about you. You consume my mind from the time I wake up until I fall asleep." He tells you, holding you tighter. "I can't stay away from you."

"So I haven't been imagining things?" You ask. "You've been stalking me?"

"No you haven't. I needed to see you. But I didn't know if you wanted to see me."

"I don't want to see you. I don't want you to be the only thing that I can think about. I don't want to be with you! You hurt me! You let your father hurt me! You're a terrible person, and I can't do this. I can't want you." You yell. You wiggle out of his grip, walking away from him and heading towards your friends. You do your best to get him out of your mind, but it doesn't help that he sits in a booth watching you. No matter where you move his eyes are on you. You can feel them trailing your body, your heart is beating faster, your pussy getting wetter. You knew you shouldn't want him, you can't control it though. As you're dancing with Irene and Joy again, you feel a pair of hands wrap around your waist. You turn your head, fully expecting to see Lucas, but it wasn't. A man you had never seen before stood behind you while you grinded your ass on his crotch.

It only lasted for a few seconds before the man is ripped off of you and shoved to the floor. A heavy breathing, pissed off looking Lucas standing over him with his foot on his neck.

"Stay away from my girl." He yells, putting more pressure on the man's neck.

"I'm not your girl, Lucas." You spit, storming off the dance floor and out of the club. This was supposed to be your night to forget him, but it doesn't matter what you do, he's always around. Although a little part of you loved it, you just wish you had met under different circumstances.

You finally arrive home, exhausted. Slipping off your dress, you open your window slightly to let in a little bit of fresh air as you crawl into your bed, getting under the covers, quickly dozing off.

A few hours later you wake up, feeling your bed dip as someone crawls in with you. A hand reaches over, grabbing your waist and pulling you in close to him. A face nuzzles into your neck, his hot breath tickling your neck.

"Baby." He whispers.

"What are you doing Lucas?" You ask, barely even fazed that he's in your bed.

"Give me a chance." He asks.

"We can't work together, Lucas. Look who our fathers are, not to mention we're toxic as fuck." You whisper.

"Let me show you, please. Let me show you I can be good for you, I can be the man you deserve." He whispers, pulling on you to roll over.

You face him, his hand resting on your cheek. "Please." He says, leaning in slowly.

"Yes." You whisper, closing your eyes as his lips press to yours, pulling your body closer to him, his hand slowly caressing your body as the kiss becomes deeper.

You roll yourself ontop of him, grinding your pussy against his already hard cock. "Shit." He groans as you break the kiss, sitting on top of him, slowly grinding yourself on him as you run your fingers through your hair. Lucas places his hands on your hips, swiftly rolling the two of you over, so you're on your back. He sits up, placing his thumbs in the waist of your panties, slowly pulling them down and tossing them to the side. He unbuckles his belt, pulling his pants down, just enough to let his cock spring free. Just as he guides himself to push himself inside of you, his emergency ring tone goes off, making him groan loudly.

"I'm sorry, I have to.." he sighs, standing up and pulling his pants up. He grabs his phone, answering quick just as there is a frantic knock at your door.

You grab your robe, answering your door and there stands your sister, tears streaming down her face.

"Jennie.. what's wrong?" You ask frantically.

"Dad.. he's dead." She tells you.

Your heart practically stops.