"Yeo Ri-ah . "

Hearing that slimy voice, Yeo Ri hesitated for a while before turning around to face him .

"D-Dad . "

"Yeo Ri-ah . " Lee Do Joon took a step forward towards her . Yeo Ri unconsciously took a step back, but behind her was the sink . Once again, she was trapped .

The man smiled, not minding her reaction .

"Yeo Ri-ah," Lee Do Joon placed a hand on her shoulder, caressing her collarbone with his thumb . He leaned closer to her, whispering, "Dad is sorry about yesterday . "

Yeo Ri flinched at his touch and tried to move away, but the hand on her shoulder kept her in place . She trembled and lowered her head, avoiding from looking at him .

"Sorry, I must've been pretty drunk . I should have been gentler, shouldn't I? Right?" He grabbed her cheek gently and made her look at him . "I'll remember it this time . "

"W-what?" Yeo Ri's whole body trembled as her blood ran cold . She had thought that the incident last time was a one-time thing, and thus had buried it inside her . No matter what he had done previously, Yeo Ri still thought of him as the father who had raised her and was prepared to forget about it . However, this encounter completely changed her mind .

His hand slipped under her s.h.i.+rt, groping her skin .

She tried to pull away, and in her fear, she zeroed in on the knife near the dish rack .

Before he could do any more harm, she immediately reached for the knife and pointed it at him . "N-no! Stop it! Don't touch me!"

The knife nicked him and his eyes darkened . His mood was spoiled as he stared at the girl dangerously .

Yeo Ri's limbs were trembling like leaves and her legs threatened to collapse under her, but she held on . Though she could not handle her own against him with her strength that wasn't even enough to truss a chicken, having the knife in her hands gave her a slight bit of confidence .

"I see," he smirked wretchedly, angered yet amused . "Just wait until I get home later," he warned . He used his thumb to wipe away the blood that had trickled out of his wound . The anger was rolling off his skin and she could feel it . The man stared down at her, his face twisted into an awful and despicable look .

Treating as if she was prey, he lets her off, thinking that there was still plenty of chances left . He could take his time, he thought . For now, he needed to go to work . He'd deal with her when he returns later .

Yeo Ri found the opportunity to run away, so she immediately retreated to the safety of her room . The man watched her, his smirk not fading away as he licked his lips, his eyes burning with desire .

Yeo Ri locked the door and barricaded it with her body . She collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily . The tears she had been holding back finally spilled, and she could do nothing but curl up and sob .

She hugged the knife flat against her chest, holding on to it as if it was her anchor .