Park Kyung: Accidental Captor 18+

Chapter Three
I jumped out of the bed forgetting about my state of undress and, frankly, not caring. “So my family thinks I’m dead?” I yelled.
Kyung sat up and stared at me with guilty eyes. He didn’t notice that the engagement ring had fallen onto the bed.
“I’m not sure,” he said. He stood up and looked at me like a little boy who was being scolded. “All I know is what I saw on the news this morning. Apparently there have been three other American girls who have gone missing and they think you are the fourth.” He was having a hard time looking into my eyes.
My mind was racing. Everyone thinks I’m dead. They aren’t looking for me at all! Just my body! Wait!
“Wait!” I yelled. Something occurred to me and and I stared at Kyung with wide eyes. “Did you…” I started to ask.
“Oh come on! Are you serious? No!”
“Well what else am I supposed to think?” I asked.
He had the nerve to stand there and look at me like it was the most absurd thing anyone could say. He walked around the bed and grabbed the door knob. That’s when I realized it hadn’t been locked. He stood there for a second with his head against the door and his eyes closed.
“I’ll figure it out. I’m so sorry,” he said and without looking back he went out the door.
I heard the little key in the lock and the click that kept me a prisoner. I walked over to the bed and sat down but I sat on something that hurt. I found the ring and held it up to look at it more closely. It was so beautiful. The band was gold and the diamond was huge. I tried it on. It fit perfectly. Wonder what the bitch would think if she knew I was half-naked in Kyung’s bed wearing her engagement ring? I smiled.
I walked over and put the ring on the top of a picture of Kyung with the rest of Block B. He wasn’t getting it back until he agreed to let me go. I hate him.
I laid down in the bed and cried until I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes Kyung was across the room putting another tray of food on the desk.
“Quit being so stubborn and eat. You’re only hurting yourself,” he said.
I didn’t say anything. I know it was childish but I thought I might never speak to him again.
He didn’t turn around and as I stared at his back I thought, I really hate him.
“I have somewhere to go tonight so I won’t be here but I’ll be back in the morning. You don’t have to worry. You are perfectly safe here,” he said.
He walked out the door and locked it and I didn’t see him again before bed.

That night I had a crazy dream. It may have been from hunger but it stayed with me. I was in a dark room but I could feel the presence of someone close to me. As I searched for a light-switch I felt hot breath on my cheek and a familiar voice whispered in my ear, “You followed me home.” Then a low laugh that fluttered my hair. I screamed and tried to run from that spot but the room had become incredibly small and I hit a wall. I put my arms out and I could touch all four walls and the ceiling from one spot. I knew I would die there.
Suddenly I was fully awake and I wasn’t alone. Kyung was sitting on the bed beside me and he was running his fingers through my hair. He smelled strongly of alcohol.
“What are you doing Kyung?” I asked.
“You are so pretty,” he said in a thick voice as he continued to stroke my hair.
“Thank you. Now go to bed please.”
“That’s a very good idea,” he said. He was so drunk that it came out in a slur.
The bluish light from the window was very dim but I could see his outline as he stood up and started to unbutton his shirt.
“Go to YOUR bed Kyung,” I said.
“This IS my bed,” he said. He gave up trying to unbutton the shirt and just ripped it the rest of the way off. My first thought was, Damn, that was sexy! Then I thought, Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! You hate him!
He continued to take off the rest of his clothes. All of them.
It’s fine. He’s so drunk he’ll go straight to sleep. What’s the big deal?
I slid to the left side of the bed and he got in. I was right. He settled himself and was breathing very deeply within a minute.
I could feel the weight and the heat of him beside me and my heart began to beat faster. He smelled of alcohol but he also smelled of cologne and shampoo and maleness.
What is wrong with you Elizabeth? Yes, he’s a sexy, famous, K-pop idol but he’s also a kidnapper who made everyone think you are dead and refuses to let you go! His face was turned away from me so I couldn’t see his features but the sound of his breathing was peaceful.
Wait! He’s all but passed out! This may be my only chance to find the key and get out before he even knows I’m gone!
It was a good idea until I realized the only thing he didn’t take off was the chain with the little gold key that was now pooled in his hair right beside his ear. I decided to chance it. I slid out of bed as carefully as I could and he didn’t budge. I didn’t have any clothes I could put on so I slid on the boxers he had just taken off and pulled on his white dress shirt. It wasn’t much and it was ridiculous but it was better than a see-through t-shirt and pink panties.
I stood at the side of the bed trying to figure out how to get the key without disturbing him. He looked so innocent and sweet laying there in the dim light. I almost felt guilty but that was crazy! I reached over and gently picked up the key. It must have tickled his neck because he rolled over restlessly and finally settled down with the clasp of the necklace showing. I slowly moved the key along the necklace until it was at the clasp. I unhooked it and then I had the key. I actually had my freedom in the palm of my hand.
I put the key in the lock and turned it. I heard a little click but when I tried the knob, the door was still locked. I tried it again and this time the door opened a crack. Oh my gosh! Was the door unlocked the whole time? He must have been too drunk to think to lock it. I’m an idiot!
I tried to open the door very slowly so it wouldn’t make noise. Just when I had it open enough for me to slip through, it slammed. Rough hands grabbed me by the arms, turned me around and pushed me against the door. I was face to face with an angry naked Park Kyung.
“Ow!” I cried as he held me there. I couldn’t bring myself to look up into his eyes.
Kyung said something through gritted teeth in Korean that I couldn’t understand. It sounded really angry so I was glad I didn’t understand it.
I looked up into his face expecting to find daggers but I was surprised. Desire was what I saw.
Before I could register what was happening, his mouth was on mine. It was a hard but passionate kiss. It felt as though he was releasing feelings that he had been holding back for a long time. I don’t think the anger that was coming through was toward me. He was getting even with her.
His hands moved up to cup my face forcefully and his kiss deepened. I tried pushing against his chest but it was no use. He was too close and too strong. He pushed his body against mine and I could feel the heat of his body through my clothes as though I had none on.
I was trying to fight against him. I knew this wasn’t coming from the real Kyung. This was anger and hurt and alcohol behaving this way. It seemed the more I struggled, the closer he got. I became lightheaded. Everything became feeling and movement. I could only see outlines of things from the blue light coming in the window and it made things seem dreamy and not real.
Kyung’s mouth moved to my neck and he began to whisper things in Korean into my ear. I didn’t know what he was saying but I could tell they weren’t clean things. His voice was thick now but not with drunkenness. His arousal was obvious.
“Please don’t be this way Kyung. Let me go,” I begged as he began to remove the dress shirt I had just put on moments ago.
He didn’t say anything. His breathing sped up as his hands moved over me, taking off what little I had on and then I was as naked as he was. His mouth was on mine again when I began to speak another protest and I tried to hold his wrist back as his hand moved up to cup my breast. In my mind, I knew I couldn’t let this happen but my body was saying something different. I wanted to give in but I knew that would be wrong in so many ways.
I felt myself being moved away from the door and then I felt like I was falling. The next thing I knew I was surrounded by soft black satin. I looked up at Kyung standing over me on the bed and in the soft blue light he was so beautiful. I let my eyes move over his body and I knew then that I was surrendering. Even if I shouldn’t let this happen, I wanted to.
As he moved onto the bed and straddled my body, my heart began pounding in my ears. I could feel panic starting to grow inside of me as I slid backward away from him.
“Please Kyung. Let’s just go to sleep. Don’t do this.”
In a deep growl he answered, “Don’t make me tape your mouth shut!”
He lay down and as his body covered mine I could feel the last of my resolve fading. He began kissing me all over. His mouth took mine and then he moved lower. His tongue was soft and hot and left a trail down my neck to my breasts. Each time his tongue touched my skin I felt my own desire growing to match his.
Kyung lay his forehead on my tummy and I felt the air of a gentle laugh come from him before he continued his trail of kisses downward. That’s when I realized I had been making small noises. He whispered something else in Korean that I didn’t understand but it didn’t matter. It was damn sexy!
He came back to kiss my mouth even more deeply. My hands immediately went into his hair and then began exploring his body. His skin was hot. His muscles were taut and each of his movements gave my fingertips a new sensation.
Kyung gently settled between my thighs without breaking the kiss but I could feel his breathing quicken and I didn’t know if the heartbeat I could hear was his or mine. His hands moved up my sides and arms until he was holding my wrists above my head and I was once again Park Kyung’s prisoner. He slowly moved into me and an involuntary moan escaped me and into him as he continued to kiss me. He returned that moan with a deeper one of his own. As he began to move I could feel the tightening in my lower tummy that meant it would be a race to see who would finish first.
My hands were still trapped and I had no choice but to just let go. He broke the kiss and started saying things in Korean as his rocking became faster and more urgent. I couldn’t let him win the race. A tie was okay but no way was I not going to finish so I completely surrendered. His movements slowed and became deeper and I realized my body was matching his.
His mouth found mine again as we finished together. I immediately became lightheaded and tingly. Even my toes. Nothing seemed real.
Kyung’s body left mine but he remained on top of me. His heavy breathing into my hair was satisfying in such an odd way. Laying here with him felt very natural.
He fell asleep almost immediately. I lay there, wide awake and trapped, with his arm around me and his leg covering both of mine. Will I never escape Park Kyung? Do I want to?
His face was buried in my hair and his breathing tickled my ear. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness of him.
My feelings were jumbled. I wanted to hate him. I really did. But as I lay there, completely relaxed, listening to his soft sighs, I felt happy. Wrapped in his embrace I felt safe. To be honest though, I also felt a little panicked and afraid of what would happen when he woke up in the morning. Would he even remember tonight?
I tried not to replay tonight in my head. I was unsuccessful and after I finally fell asleep, Kyung made love to me for the rest of the night in my dreams.

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