Chapter 139
Seoul, South Korea
~Narrator~
When she looked at Kim Songjeong, who she really saw in that chair…
Was Park Jinyu, her abeoji.
This man in the chair.
This man, who hurt her.
He would pay. He would pay for what he did. For the fear and pain, he caused. And she'd make sure of that.
Remembering what Taeyung had said about shattering fingers, she felt it was a very fitting punishment for him.
She brought that hammer down on each finger. One at a time. The sound of his bones crunching under the brute force of her hammer. Rang in the room like bells. Each swing brought a scream that bounced off the walls and carried even outside the room.
The man was desperately trying to show restraint. Willing his screams to stay in his mouth.
His silence egged her on. More than she liked to admit.
She wanted him to feel the fear she had.
After each finger was smashed, she'd let the anticipation build. The waiting was just as powerful of a tool as the hammer itself.
