Remembering Elizabeth (Featuring Suho and Sehun)

“I told you I’d get you back. You belong to me,” whispered Park Kyung.

I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. Not only because he was covering my mouth but I was frozen in fear. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even make a sound. The sound of his voice, the smell of his cologne, and the feel of his breath on my cheek was bringing all of the memories that I had hidden away so carefully to the front in a violent fury.
“My kitten is all dressed up like a princess. Seeing you like this makes me so hot for you. Can you tell? Can you feel it through your dress?” His voice was breathy and full of sexual tension. He put his lips gently to my neck and a shiver flew through my body at the wetness he left there. “You remember don’t you? You remember how hot we were together. I know you do.”
I felt sick. His fingers were making slow lazy circles against my side and he wrapped his arm tighter around me so that I could more easily feel his arousal. His other hand was squeezing my mouth and I could taste the salt on his palm. He closed his eyes and put his head against mine as he began to sway to the music from downstairs. “You knew it was me behind this mask downstairs didn’t you? I know you remembered the feeling of being in my arms. Your smell is still the same as I remember. They’ve tried to cover it with expensive perfume but they failed. Your true smell is intoxicating.”
Kyung sucked air through his teeth as his hand moved up and he curled his fingers around my breast. “My God, Elizabeth. I didn’t realize how much I have missed you. Not until this moment. I forgot how good you feel in my hands. I’m taking you away and never letting you go again. It was such a mistake to listen to Jiho,” he said.
Hot tears began to fall down my cheeks leaving cold wet trails. I still couldn’t move. I closed my eyes and listened to my heartbeat pounding in my ears and to my breathing getting faster and more frantic. The horrifying memories of Park Kyung kept flashing through my mind. Kyung with the whip in his hand. Kyung shoving me deeper into the suffocating black satin. Kyung stalking through the apartment in the dark trying to find me so that he could hurt me some more. They kept coming and getting worse with each one.
Kyung kissed my cheek and his tongue flicked out lightly to catch one of my tears. “You taste like fear,” he whispered and moved his head around to my other side, removing his mask. “I want you, Elizabeth. I was going to wait until we were safe at home but I’ve missed you too damn much. I need you now!” He moved back a little and then came around to face me, removing his necktie slowly and deliberately. He wanted me to know what he was going to do to me. He liked my fear. Got off on it even. The sideways grin on his face was evidence of that. I stared at that smile and realized I had forgotten how perfectly beautiful and terrifying he really was.
He took his pocket square from his pocket and rolled it into a little ball. Gently, he put his fingers under my chin and parted my lips with his thumb. “Open up little kitten,” he said. Kyung pushed the piece of silk into my mouth and it expanded to fill the space. Then he put his tie between my lips and teeth and wrapped it around to tie it tight behind my head. I could taste his cologne on the black silk. Smell it as he leaned into me. I closed my eyes and inhaled. Now the good memories came to me. Kyung cuddling me in bed. Kyung tickling me on the couch. Kyung making love to me slowly and sweetly. Why did I have this kind of reaction to him? Why did he have such a hold over me? He was right. I’m still his in many ways. And always would be.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered and pulled me into a tight embrace. I felt him put his hand into his pocket. When he stood away from me, I saw that he had taken out a knife. Holding it in front of my face, he opened it and put the flat side against my cheek. “Is it cold?” he asked. I slowly nodded my head and stared into his eyes. They were just as cold as the steel on my face. “It would be even colder inside of you. Understand?” he asked. I felt my body begin to shake as I nodded again. He hugged me again and I started to get the feeling back in my body. I began to struggle against him. I tried to push, smack, and hit him but he had my arms pinned to my sides.
“Shh shh shh baby. It’s okay. Calm down or I’ll have to tie your hands,” he said in halting words as he fought to keep me still. I tried to scream as I found my voice again but it only came out as muffled squeaks through the silk. Finally, I realized that struggling was getting me nowhere and was only tiring me out. If I stayed calm, Sehun would come looking for me. He probably already was. I became quiet.
“That’s my kitten,” said Kyung. He still held me there as if he expected me to begin to fight him again. When he was sure I had calmed down, he pulled away and moved around behind me. “Please don’t cause me any trouble my love. I don’t want to hurt you.” I watched as he tied the mask back onto his face to hide his identity. The light caught each tiny fleck of mirror and sent sparkles around the room. It reminded me of the chandelier. He took my hand and led me from the room, stopping at the door to check the hall. I didn’t know where we were going but he was taking me toward my room. We stopped when we reached my door. How does he know where I sleep?
Instead of going into my room he turned right and entered the room across the hall. I closed my eyes when I heard the door shut and the lock clicked. I knew this room. Very well. It was Sehun’s room. Please God, don’t let him do anything to me in this room. Not THIS room.
Kyung’s arms wrapped around my middle and I heard the crinkle of my dress as he pressed his body against mine. I looked down at his hands and he still held the knife. One move and he could plunge it into my stomach. I stayed still. In that moment, my senses started to become heightened. I was noticing the tiniest details. My heart was racing and I could hear it in my head. Kyung’s body was very hot. Almost fevered and it radiated from him. My dress fluttered against my skin just like the hundreds of pink rose petals he had sprinkled in the tub the night he proposed to me. The knife he held was very ornate and beautiful. The steel was a rose gold color and glinted in the moonlight coming through the window. The handle was gold as well with green pearl detail work. There was a ticking coming from somewhere in the silent room. Sehun must own a watch that ticks.
Kyung moved me to face the edge of the bed. He untied the silk tie and took it gently from between my lips, letting it fall to the floor. I pushed the pocket square out with my tongue. My mouth was dry. I felt him start to unbuckle, untie, and unzip my dress. He used the knife to cut the delicate silk ribbon that tied up the back of my dress and was the last thing keeping him from touching my skin. I looked down at the place where Sehun slept and I pictured him there, head on his pillow, face peaceful, calm and dreaming. I could not allow Park Kyung to destroy this sanctuary. Fear overtook me then and I started to fight again. I started to turn but his arms went around me like a vise.
He nuzzled my neck with his nose and pressed his lips to my neck as I tried to get loose. “I almost forgot how rough my kitten likes to play,” he said. He slowly slid the blade up my side and held it against my cheek. “Do I need to cut you just a little to remind you who is boss? Huh? Is that what you need baby?” The point pricked my cheek and I felt a drop of blood forming around the cold steel.
“No. I’m sorry. Please don’t cut me.” I could hear the whine in my voice and I hated myself a little.
“Well, since you asked so sweetly, I won’t this time. But remember who holds the knife and be a good little girl. Okay?” His voice had become rough and breathy as his arousal grew. I could feel the silk of his suit against the skin of my back and against my true feelings, I also began to become aroused. Kyung turned me to face him and pushed what was left of my dress to the floor. My face flooded with scarlet and the heat of shame radiated from me. The way he stood before me, letting his eyes make love to every inch of my body made me feel like a piece of property. An object to be used and abused as he wished.
I watched his face. I could see my face in a million little mirrored shards and the light from the window made each image distort. Every tiny face was silently screaming. The way I wanted to scream. He slowly untied the ribbon of the mask and pushed it away from his face. He was smiling his sweet Park Kyung smile. The one that can melt a girls heart and her resolve. It wasn’t fair. He should have looked monstrous. He should have looked hideous. But he didn’t. He looked sweet and tender and loving and made you want to reach up and kiss his lips.
“Why are you doing this to me Kyung?” I was crying again.
“Doing what? Loving you? You belong to me, Elizabeth. You don’t know what I’ve been going through without you. There were weeks when I did nothing but lay in your bed and pretend you were there with me. And now you are with me and I’m not going to let anyone or anything come between us again. Do you understand?” He put his head down a bit and looked up at me to add emphasis to his words.
I nodded as tears streamed down my cheeks. One stray tear made a path to the corner of my mouth, tickling me and I stuck out my tongue to catch it.
“My God, Elizabeth,” said Kyung as he watched my tongue. With a sudden movement he grabbed my head on each side, the cold of the knife pressed against my cheek, and put his mouth over mine. He pushed his tongue between my lips and ran it over and around my teeth.
I didn’t want to but I felt myself start to kiss him back. Strange feelings were coming over me. I closed my eyes and remembered the first kiss we shared and all of the sweet and sexy kisses between then and now. I knew I had to bring myself back to my senses so I opened my eyes and began to struggle.
Kyung held me tighter and pushed his mouth against mine, bruising my lips against my teeth. His hands moved down and wrapped around the tops of my arms and he slowly pushed me down until I was sitting on the bed. He finally pulled away from me, breathing hard and heaving.
“Don’t move,” he said. He twirled the knife between his fingers and pointed it at me. I just stared at him.
Kyung began to slowly remove his clothes. He stared into my eyes the entire time, knowing I was watching him and knowing what was coming next. He smiled his crooked smile. He slowly took off his jacket and laid it over the back of Sehun’s chair. He unbuttoned each button of his shirt with keen deliberation, making sure I was aware that with each one I was closer to being his again. When he reached the last button and slid the white cotton from his shoulders, his smile grew.
I started to panic when he walked toward me. He nudged my legs apart with his knee and stood between them. “Undo them,” he said. I didn’t have to ask what he meant. At first I just stared at him. Then I did as I was told and unbuttoned his pants. When I stopped there, he looked at me and down at his pants and then back up at me, raising his eyebrows. I unzipped them.
Kyung reached down for my hands and brought them up to his hips. My fingers brushed the soft dark skin above his waistband and raised goosebumps there. He curled my fingers around his waistband and expected me to do the rest. I didn’t want to. More than anything. I couldn’t make up my mind if I’d rather pull down or face the consequences. He raised the knife to my throat and put the sharp tip against my skin. I closed my eyes and pulled down.
He didn’t make me open my eyes. Instead, Kyung took my hand and flattened it out on his stomach, putting his hand over mine. His skin was so soft and warm and I could feel the tiny curls of hair tickling the side of my hand. His other hand caressed my cheek. I almost felt safe. Almost. That’s when he started pushing my hand down. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter as he gently wrapped my hand around his hardness and with his hand around mine, began to move it up and back along it’s length. I felt him shudder. I opened my eyes and looked up at him but his eyes were closed now and I felt my face turn into a grimace as I could no longer hold back my fear and desperation. Tears flowed down my cheeks and he moved our hands faster. Back and forth. Back and forth. A choked cry escaped my throat against my wishes and Kyung looked down at me.
Letting go of my hand. He twirled the knife in one hand and laid it on the bed away from me. “Do not touch that!” he said. He kicked his pants away and removed his shoes and socks, all the while looking into my eyes. Then he grabbed my dress and threw it away from us. I was completely naked before him and his eyes seemed to bore into me. I had never felt so exposed and embarrassed. His eyes took possession of every part of my body. He stood again and moved between my legs, spreading them farther apart. Smilling down at me, he put his hands into my hair on either side of my head. “Open your mouth, kitten. Stick out your tongue.”
I shook my head. He pulled at my hair a little tighter and held my head still. “You want me to do it for you?” He asked. I tried to shake my head again but he was holding it still. “Open your mouth,” he said more forcefully. I begged him with my eyes and the whimpers coming from deep within me but he was ignoring them and waiting for me to obey. I did.
When he had his fill of my mouth and throat, he roughly pushed me back onto the bed. Before I could catch my breath, he was hovering over me, pushing my legs wide and sliding himself deep inside me, hard and fast. I screamed out at the harsh invasion and he covered my mouth with his hand. He rocked into me harder and faster with every thrust, making breathy grunting noises that grew deeper, the longer he moved.
He was hurting me and I pushed at him but it did no good. My screams were muffled by his hand and I tasted blood as my teeth cut into his flesh.
Just as quickly as he had entered me, he was gone from me and turning my body over. I tried to fight but he was too strong. When he had me on my stomach, his hand went to the back of my neck and pushed my face deep into Sehun’s comforter. I could smell Sehun. It made an ache grow in me as Kyung pulled my bottom half up until I was on my knees and he entered me from behind and continued his rough assault. I tried to breath Sehun into my lungs and think of him and forget what was happening to me. I wanted to leave my body and go to Sehun to tell him what was happening to me. I actually tried to will myself away from my body. I was desperate.
It seemed to take hours but finally Kyung found his relief and he fell onto the bed beside me, slick with sweat and breathing hard. The fight was gone from me. I had already been violated and fighting now wasn’t going to do anything. Then I heard a noise in the hall. I lifted my head to scream when Kyungs hand covered my mouth and pushed my head back down into the puffy blanket. His face was inches from mine and he was still breathing hard.
“Shhhhh…” he said and held a finger to his lips.

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