Park Kyung: Accidental Captor 18+

Chapter Seven
It had been a week but the storm kept up a steady ferocity. I had been sick for most of it. Kyung did what he could but there wasn’t much that helped. He cooked for me and laid with me while I slept and tried to keep me entertained. He still refused to remove the chain but I was so sick I didn’t really care anymore. My stomach didn’t want to hold anything so I kept down what I could but that seemed to make it worse. I was always freezing and Kyung would kick up the heat as high as he could but he was walking around the apartment in his boxers as it was because to him it was sweltering. He tried to keep me wrapped up in big soft blankets but sometimes the feel of them irritated my skin. Another thing was the exhaustion. I felt like I could sleep forever. I was sleeping almost twenty hours out of twenty-four until a severe stomach cramp would wake me up. I knew now I wasn’t pregnant even though I hadn’t started my period. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I felt like I was dying.

When a second week of this illness started, I just stopped eating. The stomach acid was burning holes in my throat and I couldn’t take it anymore. Kyung got angry with me and tried to force soup into me but I just couldn’t do it. Whatever this was would either run it’s course or kill me. I needed to go to a hospital but of course that was out of the question. At least the storm had eased up and we hadn’t lost power. That was a small blessing.
I dreaded the end of the week because Kyung had told me he had to leave for a while. Block B stuff. They were trying to record a new album when the storm hit and they were way behind schedule. He was going to have to work double time and that meant staying at the dorm.

A couple of days later I was feeling well enough to lay on the couch with Kyung and actually stay awake to watch some tv. I hadn’t thrown up for almost two days but my stomach felt weak and I still didn’t want to try food just yet. He kept trying though. My whole body felt weak and I knew I had to look like a nightmare. I had lost at least twenty pounds but Kyung told me everyday that I was beautiful.
The news came on and they talked a lot about the havoc the storm had caused across the entire country and beyond. There was a small story about the missing American girls and when they said that they had found a new piece of evidence that might lead to the culprits, Kyung became very alert. They didn’t give any real information and he began searching the Internet furiously on his phone. I think he was afraid they had found out something about me. Maybe someone had come forward and told that they had seen me with him that day. It could have been a fan that recognized him. He hadn’t exactly been inconspicuous. Of course it could be nothing to do with me or him. Maybe they would finally catch the person who was actually taking those girls. He didn’t find anything and became very agitated. I could always tell when he was really nervous because he would pick at his nails and get quiet. We went to bed early that night and he held me extra tight.

The end of the week came and I felt good as long as I didn’t eat. I had tried to eat some soup for Kyung because he was really worried and it made him so happy but every time I did I got sick all over again. He had to leave and I was more upset than I thought I would be. He would be gone for at least two weeks and maybe longer so he stocked the house with everything he could think of. Even a new video game that wasn’t a shooter. I was going to be fine alone. Lonely but fine.
Everyday I felt better. I even began to eat again. I was more alert and awake and not as cold all of the time. I think I was going to get over this thing finally and maybe even look a little better when Kyung came back. I hated looking in the long bathroom mirror because I looked like a scarecrow. I don’t know how he could call me beautiful. My hair had gotten thin and my cheeks were sunken in. My skin was sallow and dry. My stomach was swollen and all of this was from not being able to eat for so long. I didn’t know how much weight I was going to be able to put on before he came back. All of a sudden I was ashamed to let him see me.

When Kyung finally returned I was so ready to see him. It had been three weeks and I felt almost completely well. I heard the little gold key in the lock and my heart leapt. It hit me how strange it was that I was excited to see my kidnapper. Maybe I have Stockholm Syndrome, I thought.
He came in the door, threw down the packages he was carrying and scooped me up into a bear hug. I may have hugged him tighter. I slid down to the floor to look up into his eyes and they were twinkling. He was smiling that huge Park Kyung smile that I so loved. His hair was different. It was now black and cut a bit shorter but it was very attractive.
“I have missed seeing your pretty face so much! How are you feeling?” he asked as he held me to him.
“I am perfect now,” I said grinning up at him.
“Good!” he said and kissed me. “I have big plans for you tonight!” He picked me up with no trouble at all and headed for the bedroom.
After sitting me on the bed, he turned and locked the bedroom door. He hadn’t done that in a long time. Then he came over to me with a sly little grin and began kissing my neck while running his hands over my legs. When he pulled away, I realized he had unlocked the leg chain.
Kyung walked into the bathroom. I watched as he stuck his head back out, just eyes and nose, and said, “Make sure you’re naked when I come back.” He wiggled his eyebrows and disappeared.
It wasn’t hard to obey since I was just wearing a sweater. I heard the water running in the tub and could smell the scent of roses and I could hear Kyung moving around. Sneaking over to the door, I peeked in and saw him getting undressed. There were big fluffy bubbles in the tub with pretty pink rose petals sprinkled on top like a wedding cupcake. There was pink champagne and frosted glass champagne goblets. He had also placed candles around the room. Who knew Park Kyung was so romantic?
He began to turn so I ducked back into the bedroom and ran around to the other side of the bed. When he came in wearing a towel around his waist, I gave him an “I don’t think so!” look and reached out to undo the corner. He grabbed my wrist to stop me but it was too late and I whipped the towel off.
“Okay. I see how it is. I knew as soon as I removed that chain you would start thinking you’re in charge.”
“It’s not like that. It just wasn’t fair that I was naked all alone.” I smiled as I watched his lips. I love his lips. They are so curly and inviting. I ran my hands up his chest and around his neck, noticing the absence of the chain with the little gold key, and his hands went around my waist and he smacked my bottom.
“Ow!” I said.
“Oh you like it,” he said.
Kyung took my hand and led me into the bathroom.
“Oh my gosh Kyung! This is beautiful!” I said.
“It’s all blushy, like you. All the parts of you.”
“Kyung!”
“Yep, blushy,” he said as he laughed.
He helped me into the tub and followed behind. When we sat, the bubbles were up to our chins and they tickled my nose which made me sneeze. Kyung poured our drinks and as I drank, those bubbles tickled my nose too.
With a swirl, I was turned and settled against Kyung’s chest. He put his arms around me and I was trapped within another Park Kyung cage. I downed the rest of my drink and leaned back against him. It felt so good to be near him again. The champagne started to work almost immediately. I felt buzzy and relaxed. The warmth of the soft hot water and the feel of his skin against mine combined with the alcohol made me feel sensual. He reached out and rubbed a pink rose petal between his finger and thumb as he kissed the top of my head.
“I missed you,” he said softly into my ear.
“I missed you too.” I closed my eyes and sighed.
Kyung began kissing my shoulder with nibbles and licks. His tongue was hot and soft and sent shivers all over me. I got chill bumps.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“Quite the opposite actually,” I said. I could tell I was getting all blushy again.
He continued to slowly kiss my neck and his hands moved up my body until his fingers were softly caressing my breasts. It was driving me crazy. I reached over my head and twisted my hands into his hair as I pulled his mouth to mine. As if he read my mind, one of his hands made it’s way down to tease the part of me that was begging for his attention. His fingers seemed to know exactly where and how to touch me. I could feel the pressure building and I knew I couldn’t take much more.
Kyung pulled his hand away and I cried out. It was torture to leave me so close and not finish. His breathing had become fast and rough and I could feel his excitement pressed against me. I was moved into a hands and knees position and in one smooth motion he was completely inside of me. There was nothing soft and sweet about what Kyung did to me next. With one hand in my hair, he pulled me up to him and began kissing and biting me while he pushed further and further into me with more and more force. We continued this way for a long time with Kyung getting more and more forceful until he was hurting me. He pulled away from me and turned me around. He pushed me back against the wall and sat me on the edge of the tub. Opening my legs and kissing me hard he found his way into me again and continued his fast paced rhythm. The contrast of the cold tile wall against my back and his hot skin against my front took me right up to the edge and Kyung pushed me the rest of the way over. I lost it. I screamed and clutched at his back just to get him closer and further into me. When the feeling started to subside, Kyung would touch me in a way that brought me back to full orgasm. He did this several times until I had no energy left. I felt limp and shaky and dizzy. He held me there against the wall as he slowed his pace but didn’t stop. I didn’t know how he was lasting so long. He whispered Korean things into my ear as he moved inside me slowly and deliberately. I don’t know if he realized it but the Korean was interspersed with some English. I understood “You’re never leaving me” and “You belong to me” and “I own you forever”. I didn’t know how to feel about that so I chalked it up to nonsense said in the middle of a passionate moment.
Kyung grabbed my hand and brought it to his face. Looking into my eyes and beginning to speed up his rocking pace, he put my whole finger into his mouth and slowly pulled it out. He left a ring behind. I looked at it for a second in shock but Kyung began getting faster and faster and with his head against mine and his eyes closed he was whispering, “Marry me. Marry me. Marry me…” with every movement. He got louder and louder until he crushed me to him as he came.
I held him there and listened to his heavy breathing until we slid back down into the tub and he lay there with his head on my breasts and his breath tickling my skin. I didn’t look at the ring. I was completely shocked. Did that really just happen? Was that real? What kind of game is Park Kyung playing with me? I still didn’t look at the ring. I couldn’t. I could feel it heavy on my finger but if I looked it might disappear so I didn’t.
I thought I could hear Kyung snoring very softly but then he said, “Do you need time to think about it?”
I wiggled my finger but I didn’t look. I’m going to need time and hot tea and maybe some anti-psychotic drugs.
“Uh-huh.”
“I know it’s crazy but you are all I think about. I can’t concentrate on work and Jiho’s about to kill me. I worry about losing you all of the time and I know I can’t live without you so the solution seemed simple. You belong to me.”
“Okay.” It was all I could say. He wasn’t wrong. I belonged to him for the simple fact that I had no way of escaping him. I was like a bird in a cage and a marriage license was just another way for Kyung to put a chain around my ankle. A golden band instead of a gold key to keep me under his thumb.
He stood up, the bubbles racing down his body, and held out his hand for me. I gave him the hand without the ring and he pulled me to my feet. He wrapped me in a big fluffy towel and took me into the bedroom. He dried my body as if I were a child and then dried himself. We cuddled up in the silk sheets and continued to enjoy the feeling of each other’s skin against our own. He woke me several times during the night to make love to me, each time sweeter and more gentle than the last. I definitely feel something for Park Kyung but what? Is it love? It feels like love. I think I’m in bigger trouble than I imagined.

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