Park Kyung: Accidental Captor 18+

The ring felt heavy on my finger. Almost heavier than the chain around my ankle. Kyung left that morning with a kiss and a wink and I slept in. Well, I laid there anyway. When I did finally try to get up, I was very sore. I knew Kyung had been rough the night before but I didn’t realize how rough until I found the bruises.
Jeez Kyung!
I decided it was time to really inspect this rock on my finger. It was gorgeous. The diamond was huge and there were tiny diamonds circling the outside of the band which was brilliant gold. I reached slowly for “her” ring on the picture frame with a slow “Owwwwww” so that I could compare the two. There really was no comparison. “My” ring was twice the size of “hers” and I know it was wrong but it made me smile. With more satisfaction than I should have felt, I went into the bathroom and accidentally dropped “her” ring down the drain of the sink. I turned on the water for good measure and waved goodbye to the last remnants of Kyung’s old relationship.
I hobbled to the kitchen to get something to eat but I found that Kyung had left me a delicious smelling breakfast on the table, complete with a pink rose and a note. I sat down to read.

My sweetest Elizabeth,
I already own your body and now I want your heart and soul. If you say YES I promise to give you the sun and moon. Venus too if you so desire it. Take my last name and you will know what it means to be spoiled like a queen. No matter what, you are mine FOREVER. Let me be yours.
Forever yours,
Kyung

I didn’t know how to feel. I sat down to read the note again and even though it was sweet, the underlying tone was obvious. It was clear this was more of a master and slave, owner and possession relationship rather than man and wife. What was I going to do? I sat with my head in my hands for a long time, the ring cold against my skin. With a sudden revelation I lifted my head. I was going to say no. I finally started to come to my senses. What had I been thinking? Kyung is my captor, kidnapper, and abuser not my boyfriend or fiance.
With my decision made, I looked at the ring on my finger one last time and took it off. I put it on the note with the flower and took the tray to the bedroom. I ate what I could and then cried myself to sleep.

It was dark when I woke up. There was a blue cast on everything from the light coming through the window. I looked over and noticed Kyung sitting across the room. I couldn’t see his face but his posture told me he was not happy and I could almost feel his eyes boring into me through the heavy darkness.
“Kyung?” I asked hopefully.
Nothing
“Can we please talk?”
He didn’t move a muscle.
I was a little afraid.
“Kyung? Come over here and sit beside me.”
Nothing for a full minute and then he said in a rough voice, “Don’t tell me what to do.”
“No. I wasn’t. I was just asking you to…”
“You don’t get to ask anything of me. Not now.”
I was becoming more afraid so I decided to take a different tact. “Okay. When you stop acting like a child we can…
He was across the room in two strides and his fingers were digging into my arms. His hands were like vices and he pushed me deep into the soft bed.
“Don’t you ever talk to me like that again! Do you understand me? NEVER SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN! YOU LOST EVERY RIGHT YOU HAD THE MOMENT THAT RING LEFT YOUR FINGER!”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry Kyung!” Hot tears began to well up in my eyes and blurred Kyung’s face into a blue demon mask. I was terrified.
He pushed me hard into the bed and stood up with a flourish. He began screaming things in Korean and smashing and throwing everything his hands touched. I didn’t know what to do so I curled into the tightest ball I could, squeezed my eyes shut, and held my hands over my ears. It didn’t help much. I heard Kyung yell things like: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? IT DOESN’T EVEN MATTER! YOU BELONG TO ME. YOU’RE NEVER LEAVING HERE.
What have I done?

When it got quiet and Kyung left, I began to cry. When I say cry I mean I wailed. I cried so hard that my eyes swelled and my head ached. I finally unfurled my body but I kept my eyes closed and pretended that everything was the way it had been before the Kyung anger storm. I wondered for a second if he had been drunk again but there was no alcohol on his breath. No, this had just been the wrath of Kyung.
I sat up to take in the results of my disastrous decision. The pictures were in tatters across the room, the desk was overturned and the chair was in pieces. Anything that had been glass was now sparkling shards of crystal covering everything like crushed ice. The dresser drawers were also in pieces and the contents were in all corners of the room.
When I stood up I felt as though I had taken a beating. My entire body hurt. There were already bruises in the shape of Kyung’s hands on my upper arms but I guessed that the rest was from being tensed up in that tight ball for so long. I stretched gently and then made my way through the detritus. The bedroom door was locked. I felt a little bit of panic so I went over and tried the bathroom door and it was still open but the outer bathroom door was also locked. Locking the bedroom door could have been from anger but locking this door was deliberate. I had lost the freedom of the rest of the apartment and the bedroom was once again my prison cell. I slid down and sat against the door and looked around at the remnants of the night before. The champagne glasses and empty bottle, melted candle stubs, and rolled up rose petals in the bottom of the tub. I wanted to cry again but I had no more tears left. Putting my ear against the door, I listened for any movement but all I heard was silence. It was like the quiet after a storm. He was gone.

Kyung didn’t return for three days. I passed the time by watching tv, playing the game Kyung had gotten me, and sleeping. I was just waking up when I heard the familiar click of the little gold key in the lock. Panic began to rise inside of me for a second so I just looked over at the door. Kyung brought in a tray of food and sat it on the desk. I had cleaned the room the best that I could but I couldn’t sweep so there was still glass on the floor. He didn’t even look my way. He left the room and locked the door. My heart sank.
I stared at the tray of food and willed it to float over to me which of course didn’t happen. I was starving. I got the tray and devoured everything on it. Kyung was making noise in the next room so I put my ear to the door and tried to figure out what he was doing. It sounded like he was doing dishes. I got up my courage and called out, “Kyung?”
It was quiet for a second in the next room like he had stopped to listen but then he continued.
“Kyung?” I tried again. “Can you please come in here so we can talk?”
Again the pause but shorter.
I listened for a while until I heard the tv come on. He was watching the news. I could be curled up on that couch with him but I messed up. Boy did I mess up!

He brought another tray of food that evening like I had hoped he would. I was going to make him talk to me. When he put the tray down, I shut the door and stood against it. He didn’t even look at me.
“Move.”
“No.”
“Don’t make me move you.”
“Talk to me Kyung.”
He grabbed me by the shoulders and slung me around behind him. Then he left and locked the door.
I watched the door and willed Kyung to come back but of course that didn’t happen. So I got up and realized my leg was bleeding from a sliver of glass that was still stuck. I pulled it out and it bled all over the floor. Whatever!
I ate and then decided to play a game. I put in Kyung’s alien shooter game because I was in the mood to shoot the crap out of something. The rest of my night was spent with my little blue friend, Harvey and we totally kicked some alien ass.

The next morning Kyung came in with another tray. Once again he didn’t even glance at me but I did see him notice the blood on the floor and he started to look up. His eyes never quite made it to mine and he left. The food smelled delicious. Kyung was a great cook when he tried but my stomach was sick this morning. It had started hurting during the night and I didn’t know if I could eat.
He had looked really good today. His hair was still wet from his shower and he wore a black sweater, black jeans, and no shoes. I hoped he got glass in his feet. I hate Park Kyung! He was a gorgeous man with a big warm smile but he was also a moody S.O.B. with a horrible temper.
I heard loud music coming from the next room and I suspected it was to drown out any attempts I might make to talk to him. That was fine. I had no desire to talk to him today. I picked at the food which made me sick but I was determined to keep it down. I had had enough of throwing up to last me a lifetime with the last sickness and I didn’t plan to start that again. My stomach was waging war but I was winning this time! I think I’m getting an ulcer, I thought as my stomach started to burn.
I turned on the tv and watched some game shows. Being a prisoner was boring. The news came on and I started to turn the channel but then another story about the missing American girls came on so I left it. I was surprised to see my picture come up again with the other girls. They said they had a new lead because someone had called in and said that they had noticed one of the girls going off with someone they thought to be famous. My heart began to race. It had to be me and Kyung. They wouldn’t give any more information but said that the police were still investigating. Oh my gosh! I didn’t know how to feel about this. I want to be rescued but I don’t want Kyung to go to prison. Do I? Do I care at this point? I did. Lord help me but I did still care.

That evening I decided to take a bath. I hadn’t wanted to face that tub but I was so gross that I had no other choice. I cleaned it out and started the water but I didn’t add bubbles this time. No bubbles! I got the water as hot as I could stand it and it turned my skin pink. I had so many bruises that I hated to look at myself. My stomach also looked as if it was starting to swell again. I washed my hair and laid my head on the edge of the tub. I drifted off and started to dream. Kyung and I were once again in this tub and I was so happy that I was going to get a second chance. This time I would say yes and we would be married and live happily ever after. I turned to look at Kyung but his face distorted into the blue demon from the night of the anger storm and I screamed. He slowly pushed me under the water. Trying to fight was useless. My movements were slow under the water and I had no strength.
I woke with a scream and jumped from the tub. I grabbed a towel and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I dried quickly and without dressing, I climbed in the bed and hid under the big, puffy, silk comforter. My heart was beating so hard that I could feel my pulse in my head. The music had stopped in the next room and I became terrified. Please don’t come in here. Please, please, please don’t.
He did. He put the tray slowly on the desk and this time when he turned, he did look at me. I must have looked like a maniac huddled under the covers with only my eyes peeking out. He didn’t speak and he turned and left.
When I heard the click I let out a breath that I didn’t know I had been holding in. I think I’m going crazy. I didn’t eat the food. I didn’t get out of the bed and I didn’t sleep. I laid there for hours just listening. It finally got quiet after a few hours and either Kyung had left or gone to bed. I usually wanted him close but tonight I hoped he had gone.

The next day things seemed better. I wasn’t afraid anymore and I was able to get up and eat the new food that Kyung had left. I really needed to pee but I dreaded going into the bathroom so I held it for as long as I could. When I finally went, I saw that I had left the water in the tub so I bent over to let the water out and it was icy cold. I stayed there on my knees and watched the water drain slowly and without warning, I threw up in the tub. Not again! I cleaned that up and went back into the bedroom.
The silence told me that Kyung had left. I don’t care. I hate him.
While I was deciding what to occupy my time with, I just happened to notice a golden glint behind the bed on the floor. It was hard to get to and I got my chain wrapped up and tangled but I was in utter shock when I found out what the object was. I sat in the corner with my leg in an awkward position because of the stupid chain and stared at the tiny thing in the palm of my hand. It was a ring. It was a diamond engagement ring. This was not “my” ring or “her” ring. It was a mystery ring and my stomach started to roll again. What the hell does this mean?
I heard the door in the next room open and close and I froze. It was odd that Kyung would come back so quickly. He was almost always gone all day.
Then I heard, “Yo, Kyung?”
I recognized that voice.
He yelled again but it was in Korean and I couldn’t understand it. It was Zico! He knocked on the bedroom door and tried the knob but of course it was locked.
I was trapped. My chain was wrapped up and I couldn’t get up so I yelled. “Zico?”
“Huh?” he said. Then, “Oh sorry. So sorry.”
I could tell he was about to leave.
“Zico? Don’t go. I need help. Please. Help me.”
He was already across the room and I knew he didn’t understand a word I said. I had hoped he understood “help” but apparently he didn’t because he said again, “So sorry.” And then something in Korean and then the door closed.
I yelled about a million curse words and had my own little temper tantrum. Then I calmed down and spent an hour working the chain out of the mess I had gotten it into. I sat in the middle of the bed and stared at the new ring. It was kind of dirty and I saw a brownish dirt under the stone. It looked a lot like the dried blood that was on the floor from my leg.
“What is going on?” I asked out loud to no one.
An idea came to me but I shook my head. There was no way. It wasn’t possible. My stomach decided to wage another war and I was going to lose this one so I ran to the bathroom just in time. I sat there on the bathroom floor with the sour taste of stomach acid in my throat and closed my eyes.
There’s no way I will believe that Park Kyung, a famous idol from Block B, is killing American girls.

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