Chapter 7 | Edge of the Cliff

The memory that had been growing hazy from the bathroom cut off sharply, showing a black cross-section. Then came the memory of Choi Kiwon, who had moved to the bed and gently licked up his nipple before pushing his head away once. Then came the memory of being unable to breathe with Choi Kiwon's fingers stuffed full in his mouth, his eyes rolling back once. After that, whether I'd properly lost consciousness or not, everything was darkness. Blink, blink. Lying on the bed, I stared blankly at the white…