"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he shouted, harshly slamming her against the bathroom sink. "Aren’t you glad? Glad you get to fuck someone like me, you slut."
The marble hit against her hip bone, threatening a large bruise the next day. Soojung cried out, tears running down her cheeks and voice hoarse from screaming. “Let me go,” she begged, “Please… please let me go.”
He snickered, going to undo his belt, “Not a fucking chance.”
She’d locked herself in the car as soon as filming finished, doing nothing but sending her manager a prompt text that she was feeling ill. Ill would have been the worst way to describe Soojung - she felt sick, violated and, overall, angry. It wasn’t directed to Kim PD, who checked on her before and after the scene, nor would it be directed towards the male lead who did everything he could to remind her that it was just acting.
It was to herself.
"It’s just fucking acting!” she shouted, slamming her fist against the steering wheel. The loud beep of the horn jolted her out of her thoughts. She was silent for a moment, just the scene running through her head - her bare body, par for a nude thong, on show for the crew, her breasts on camera, his nails dragging against her skin and his member, although technically clothed in a sock, brushing against her clothed core. It disgusted her, but nothing disgusted her more than her incapability to properly go through the scene.
In the end, she’d gone out of character. The shot was usable, but the tears, the screaming and the pleading was real. Too real.
[ Text to Alexander ] Oppa. Are you home?
[ Text to Alexander ] I’m coming over.
She tossed the phone to the passanger seat, hastily wiping the tears from her eyes as she pulled out of the parking lot. She zoomed through the streets at lighting speed, just barely within speed limits and with her eyes brimming with tears. Pulling into his building’s parking lot with a loud screech and her car clearing misaligned, she powered through the doors and to the escalators.
"Come on, come on," she said, pressing the button to his penthouse with shaking hands, "Please. Hurry." Her breath hitched as the tears continued to fall, heart clenching in fear.