Devil's Paramour
I laid on that bed for a long time. My eyes couldn't leave the ceiling. The white empty ceiling that expanded out to nothingness seemed to echo out how my heart felt.
He was not my Kris. I hated him. This was really going to become my prison. What had I gotten myself in to? How long would it take for my family to come rescue me?
I didn't know what I hated more.
On one hand I absolutely hated the man Kris had become. The man I remembered was sweet and romantic. Kris had been my gentle giant in high school, the man I'd fallen in love with within a day. I had trusted him with my life and my heart. Yes, our breakup had been heartbreaking and bad, but I'd never stopped caring for him. This man that I was being held hostage by was cold and cruel. He had not sympathy and he didn't seem to care if I hung myself or if I spread my legs for him.
On the other hand I hated myself for still being naïve to think he still felt for me the way I did him, and for still holding on to emotions that were not being returned. No matter how hard he shoved me down or threatened to kill me, no matter how much anger boiled inside of me with hate, I hated myself more for still having deep thoughts about him. They were fond thoughts and stupid ones. They were filled with hope that he'd suddenly turn back in to the young high school student who cuddled me and begged me to run away with him.
The first night after he'd forced himself on me, the billionaire storming back in to the room later in the evening and dragged me down the stairs by my hair. When I'd tried to fight him Tao had showed up conveniently and put me in a restraining hold to carry me down. I'd been tossed down in to the kitchen. I screamed out when my back hit the corner of a counter and I fell to the ground.
“Make me dinner.” Kris had grumbled.
“Fuck you.” I'd growled with my middle finger up in the air. He'd smirked at me and held out his hand. Lay put a metal spatula in his hand. The metal slapped my face with clear sting. I tried to scurry away. Two random servants held me down on my stomach so my back was open to him. He hit me with something much bigger until I begged for him to stop. And then he continued until I agreed to make him food. Looking in the mirror that night I saw purple engravings that were soar for days after.
And so my life with him began on a dark and sad note.
~ ~ ~
Everyday was hell. I woke up with soar bruises and cuts and fresh tears. I made him breakfast and did whatever dumb activity he had planned for me; sometimes I practiced tennis and other times I played piano. When noon strolled around I was expected to let him mouth fuck me under his study desk.
Always swallow and never gag or I'd be choked.
He was usually busier in the evenings so I was free to make dinner with out any stress. I could breath with out looking over my shoulder. I found a small sense of peace in the kitchen. It was a place he seldom wandered in to. If I imagined hard enough, I was at home with my parents, with my sister and I was cooking a lovely meal for them. I wasn't being held hostage, I wasn't being raped every night.
He wanted me dressed up each and every day. He preferred a nice polished and preppy look. I had too many blazers to count, accompanied with countless V-neck shirts and sweaters.
And of course after dinner he would come to my room.
I always begged him to stop, to tell me why he was doing this and to just stop. He never did.
It was the 98th day in his house when I stopped fighting all together.
My main string of light had been that soon my family would come save me. One of my many cousins, my uncles, my aunts, someone would come to take me away. From the first night of terror I'd had complete faith that someone would sneak in to my room and we'd slink off in to the shadows, or they'd blast through and shoot everyone down to get me. That was what the Kim family did, we took care of our own.
Why was no one coming to rescue me?
I'd wondered briefly if Yesung had set me up. And if that was true, then even Chen would be tricked in to believing my absence was planned for a bit. So I knew I'd be stuck in this prison for a great time.
But I learned that Yesung wasn't the one at fault. My older cousin was completely innocent and a little too trusting of others apparently.
“Are you done being stubborn?” he asked casually that morning after I'd served him breakfast. I took my seat next to him but didn't answer back. I had nothing to say to him that was pleasant. I didn't feel like being beat with a metal spatula or his ring embossed fists.
“I'll take that as a yes Lover.” he purred. I stayed absolutely still as his fingers snaked up my thigh to cop a feel and do whatever he wanted.
“Still waiting for your family to come save you?” he chuckled. I bit my lip as he grabbed the leg of my chair and dragged me closer. I shut my eyes while he unzipped his pants and led my hand over to begin pleasing him. I heard the click of polished souls walk in to the dining room. In any other situation I would have quickly retracted my hand away from Kris's enlarged erection, but I knew better.
I wasn't to stop unless Kris said so.
“Sir your morning folder.” Lay's calm voice met my ears. I opened my eyes to briefly see the blank faced butler in his uniform and handing over a thick black bound folder to Kris.
Kris was looking at me while taking the folder, his dark eyes smirking. He held my stare as he spoke to Lay in his nonchalant tone,
“Lay, how is that Yesung fellow doing?” he asked and my heart dropped. I instantly wondered if Kris had been holding my cousin hostage this hole time.
“He is fine sir, although I must admit he is growing suspicious and anxious as each day passes.” Lay bowed as he answered.
It clicked. I understood.
Yesung was innocent.
Yesung was being lied to about my whereabouts.
The whole time Yesung had really believed that he was helping out a friend named Mr. Zhang in the diamond business. Lay had been a deploy, he'd gained Yesung's trust and asked for someone with my skill. And when I'd gone missing, Lay must have stepped forward and told my older cousin some story, that I was helping with another job or I'd gone to rest somewhere private.
Yesung didn't know me too well, he'd probably believed it and reported that back to my immediate family. And how could my father not trust Yesung? Yesung was family he'd never lie to them. And technically he wasn't lying...
Which meant my family didn't even know that they should be looking for me.
A very real fear settled over me. I had to concentrate on my lungs and make them work.
“I say its time to drop off the map Lay. Let's have Mr. Zhang stop communicating with that man,” Kris sighed. I wanted to scream and hit him. He'd been lying to my family. I was stuck here and they had no idea. I was so frustrated and scared. With a quick tug of his hand Kris had me sitting in his lap with mouth on mine. He let go of my lips with a small bite,
“Let's see how long it takes for the Kim empire to figure out that their little prince is gone.” he kissed down my neck and started pushing up the collared shirt I had on.
“They'll figure it out quickly. They'll come for me.” I fought the tears that threatened to fall. I was scared. Because really I knew the truth. If Kris had been able to fool them for this long and he hadn't been hiding, would they really find me when Kris decided to go under the radar?
He handed the black folder back to Lay who quickly retreated out of the dining room. With a growl he picked me up and slammed me on to the dining table. My head hit one of the center pieces, a glass vase of roses. I screamed as the pain shot through my skull. But my cry was cut short as his hand came swinging down to slap across my face. I held my cheek and tried to roll away from him. He was on me already though. He grabbed my chin, making me look at his angry face.
“I thought you were done being a stubborn little bitch!” he hissed and picked his hand back up. I knew what was coming and crossed my arms over my face to protect myself. Instead of hitting my face he brought his fist in to my stomach and the air was pushed out of me. I groaned as my body immobilized for a second, giving him time to rip off my pants and my briefs.
“You talk like you have some fight left in you Lover. Like you think you can stand up to me.” I saw his sinister smile while he shook his head. “I suggest you stop fighting me.”
His mouth was hot as it tasted my skin and bit to leave marks. I whimpered while twisting my body this way and that, trying to fight and get away. Eventually he pinned my arms above my head and pushed in to me with no mercy. It hurt so much. I couldn't even make a scream come out. All I had was tears that blinded my sight.
“They'll never find you,” he panted in to my ear, “Lay will disappear and there will be no trail behind him” his breathing was getting shallower as he came close to his orgasm, “You'll be lost in this great wide world and they'll have no clue where to look. It will take them forever. You're mine.”
My hands balled in fists as he came inside of me. He slowly crawled off of me and adjusted his suit until he looked like his proper self. He slicked back his blonde hair and straightened his tie.
“Just give up.” he told me right before he left me on the dining table.
Only a few minutes went by as I laid on the table, my bottom half naked and my shirt torn open. There was a dull throbbing in my head, my cheek still stung and I couldn't breath in deeply or the pain would be too much. I didn't bother to cover myself up when I heard someone enter the room. It could be anyone of his servants, and most of them had already found me in this kind of position.
My eyes shifted to find Lay standing next to the table. The butler had definitely seen me in this state before, and I was almost glad it was him. He didn't react like the other servants, he didn't try to not make eye contact or stutter as he spoke to me. Lay was swift and steady all the time.
“Would you like to change Mr. Kim?” he asked while holding up freshly folded clothes. I took one breath before trying to sit up. The pain in my stomach racked my body and I almost fell back on to the hard wood, but Lay caught me. He was good like that, even if he was the one that had drugged me and put me here, I had to admit he was damn good at his job. With one hand he held me up, and with the other he placed the pile of clothes down and started to help me undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt.
Lay had helped me get dresses several times. I like it better when it was him over Tao. The silent killer seemed to have no sympathy for me and would only watch me struggle to get up and dress or clean myself up. The other servants were far to nervous and uncomfortable to know what to do. It was Lay that wasn't afraid to touch me, push me up and pull my clothes on to my weak body.
“Please tell me that isn't a bow tie.” I groaned. Lay had me standing and leaning against the dining table as he got my beige slacks ready for me to step in to. I was already wearing a pink collared shirt, and I spotted the dark green blazer that would probably go on next. But next to it I saw what looked like a white tie, but a little too short.
“It will complete the outfit Mr. Kim,” Lay's lips twitched in a small smirk, “you will look lovely in the garden with these clothes.”
“Garden?” I asked. I zipped up and buttoned my new crisp pants and began to lace through the black belt while Lay fastened the bow tie on.
“Kris has assigned a walk through the garden as your daily task today. If you would like I can prepare a novel or a music player of some sort for your enjoyment.” the green blazer was pushed on to my arms and the outfit was complete. It was snug, but breathable. Lay set out a shiny pair of black shoes and fresh socks at my feet.
“A book would be nice actually...” I mused. I sat down in the chair and pulled on the socks and slipped on the shoes. Lay pulled out a tray from somewhere with cologne on it and a comb. I gave him a half-hearted smile and pushed the comb through my disheveled head until Lay gave me a nod. I spritzed a small amount of cologne on to my wrists before setting the bottle back on to the tray.
“What genre do you enjoy Mr. Kim?” Lay asked. He collected my soiled clothes from the ground and then snapped his fingers. A young maid scuttled in to the room with her head down. He tossed the clothes to her and set the tray on top of the pile.
“I like romance actually.” I informed him. Lay threw the maid a look, it told her that she was responsible for getting my book. With a quick nod of her head she scurried back out. Lay motioned with his gloved hand and I stood up and headed out towards the back of the house.
In the beginning of my stay, after Kris would finish up I would stay immobile for quite some time. I remembered days where I would cry and beg Lay not to make me do whatever stupid activity Kris had planned. But each day went by and I found that recovering from the attacks seemed to get a little easier with each time.
Sadly I'd gotten used to everything. I was used to Lay and Tao always hovering next to me if Kris was not. I was used to waking up with tears in my eyes. I was used to falling a sleep in a dark room with fresh bruises on my body. I was getting used to all of this and it scared me. I'd been depending on my family to come save me. But it seemed that was never going to happen, so what else was I supposed to do but get used to my situation.
I could hear Lay's soft steps behind me as I entered through the tall rod gate of the garden. It was located at the very back of the house. There were three main parts to the whole garden. The first being the fountain area. The large stone fountain was the size of a small apartment with many water flowers and plants sprouting from it. Small stone benches surrounded it along with smaller outflows that had angels and fairies carved in to them.
The second part was the greenhouse. Many different plants grew there, some I didn't recognize and others I'd only seen in books from school. I knew that most of them were tropical though and needed the heat of the warehouse to keep them alive.
The last part, and my favorite, was the forest part. This part was a few acres long with tall redwoods and pines. There was a row of cherry blossoms, a section of maples, and even some sycamores. But the reason I loved this part of the garden was because of the magnificent live oak at the center. I'd never seen such a great tree in all my life. Its thick branches reached outward in all directions and reached for the ground. They were like natural stairways and seats. There were two swings attached to it under its gentle collection of green leaves. It was my favorite place so far in the house. It was at the very end of the property, it was the farthest away from Kris.
I enjoyed the journey to the live oak as I glided past the fountain and wandered through the greenhouse. I took my time weaving in and out of the small forest, touching a redwood here and resting on a cherry blossom there. When I finally reached the live oak I fell in to the well furnished swing and gently rocked back and forth. The sun glittered through branches and fell on to the soft grass in spots of light. I leaned in to the swing that was made of carved wood and cushion and let the gentle breeze caress my hair. My feet didn't touch the ground and I let my head fall back. This was my true heaven. The kitchen was nice, but this tree was where I found true peace.
“Your book Mr. Kim” Lay offered up the novel that looked rather thin. I'd never heard of the title before but I took it kindly and started to read. The story started off slow, the main character was a woman who had regrettably gotten married to a man she didn't love. But she took on the man with an open mind, until she realized he had no interest in her besides producing children. Night after night he forced himself on to her and during the day he would ignore her.
“Sounds oddly familiar...” I grumbled while turning a page. It seemed everything would only get worse as things went on. Until the arrival of the young man at her husband's office. He was described as dashingly handsome and well built. It didn't take long for the woman and him to start a hot affair that made my cheeks warm a tiny bit. The way she described their love life of hot kisses and rushed touches made my mind wander back to a time when I was very young and very in love.
While dating Kris in high school I used to sneak him in to my home after school since my parents didn't allow anyone but family inside. And it was in my room with the door shut and locked that we would fool around, trying to quickly get each other off and doing our best to keep our voices quiet but expressing our affection at the same time. I missed those times...
“Mr. Kim, it is almost time for your afternoon meeting with Kris.” Lay's calm voice interrupted my thoughts. I sighed sadly because afternoon meeting meant my throat would be sore soon.
“If I may Mr. Kim, I would like to offer a piece of advice.” the handsome butler suddenly said. I perked up instantly because Lay had never offered me one speck of advice or kind words during my stay. He was all about business and only talked to me so he could inform or ask me something. I was completely interested in the advice he had to offer.
For a second Lay revealed his natural face. His expression crumpled as his brow creased and he bit his bottom lip in thought. He was thinking of what to say and I'd never seen Lay unsure of what he said. This was really Lay the man and not Lay the servant of Kris. He looked at me with sincerity and it made my heart pound.
“You should really stop fighting him Minseok.” I gulped loudly at the sound of my name on his lips, “If you don't resist so much, I'm sure you will suffer less.” his voice wasn't as steady and I swore I heard a bit of concern in his sentence. I stared at him for a long moment as I took his words in.
“You think I should just lay there and take it?” I didn't mean to sound so annoyed but it came out naturally. How could I not fight?
“If it means I don't have to see so many bruises on your skin, or hear your screams echoing through the house, then yes. I think you should lay there and go along.” he cleared his throat at the end and folded his gloved fingers over one another.
“What if it gets worse? What if he hates that I don't fight?” I questioned. Lay let out a small breath and for the first time I saw a smirk on his lips.
“I know I have no right to say this but,” he shrugged, “trust me Mr. Kim. Don't fight. It would be even better if you showed no emotion at all. Trust me that you will suffer less.”
Trust him? He was correct that he had no right to say that. He had helped kidnap me, he was one of Kris's servants who would do anything for him. How could I really trust him? Should I?
“We should be on our way Mr. Kim.” Lay was instantly back to his usual self as his back straightened and all emotion left his face. He led me out of the garden quietly and calmly.
~ ~ ~
And that was when I gave up completely. On the 98th day I gave up my hope. I stood at the door of my keeper's study and evened my breathing. I turned to the butler beside me and asked him,
“How long would it take for them to find me?” I asked cautiously. How long would it take for my family to find me if Kris decided to really hide himself from the world?
Lay's eyes were not sad or compassionate and he didn't even flinch, “At least two years.”
I nodded at his answer and I took a very deep breath.
I wanted to suffer less. I wanted to wake up with out new bruises. I wanted to feel safe, even a little bit in control. Could I accomplish that?
Lay opened the door for me and announced my arrival. I walked in and saw the man I hated. He looked handsome like usual, he'd changed his suit from the morning one. It was a deep black three-piece with purple details. His diamond studs were in place, his blonde hair was pushed back. I could spot three rings in total on his manicured fingers. He was closing his laptop as I walked in and he closed up some small folders as I sat down.
He didn't look at me until Lay took an empty tray from his desk and left. The soft click of the door closing sent his eyes shooting up to me.
“Well,” he upped his brow at me, “are you going to come over her or do I have to pull you.”
I gave up. I didn't want to scream or cry anymore. So I stood up on my legs and willingly walked over. I made my way around his desk. His eyes stayed on me, they were measuring me and trying to understand what I was doing.
He pushed back from the table and turned in his chair to face me.
I dropped to my knees. He didn't have to growl at me or yank my head down by my hair. He didn't have to smack my neck or curse at me. I kneeled and quickly undid his pants myself. I didn't hesitate or glare at him. I closed my eyes and took the thick muscle in to my mouth.
The smallest gasp of surprise escaped his lips, it was deep and quiet but I heard it. I hollowed my cheeks and went to work, taking as much as I could and massaged the sensitive skin with my tongue. I had to bring him to hardness so it took longer, but I got him there.
When he let out a pleased groan I almost smiled. Mentally I encouraged myself, I could do this. I could get through this without him lashing out at me. Lay was right, this could work.
When I took more of his length in his hips bucked. It was too much and I moaned in protest, causing Kris to actually moan back. I almost wanted to still in surprise but I knew better. I bobbed my head and sucked hard. I coated his length in my saliva and I moaned a few more times. When he came I swallowed what I could and licked the rest from my lips.
I was about to neatly tuck his falling member back in to his pants, but his hands grabbed mine. I looked up at him, scared that he was going to yell at me or hit me or something. His eyes were cold as he frowned at me. I stayed still. He stared at me for a long while. His eyes cut through me and made me too afraid to move.
I squeaked when he yanked me up. He didn't say anything. He glared at me and I noticed that his brow was creased. Was it working? Was it failing?
His long fingers called me forward. I took half a step and my knees knocked in to his. I waited until he reached up and wrapped his hand around my neck, making my head incline toward his. I held my breath when his lips presses against mine. It was a gentle kiss, a testing kiss. I pressed back gingerly and suddenly his mouth was gone.
Kris released his hold on me and finished zipping up his pants. He turned to face his desk and opened up his laptop. The screen lit up to a document that I couldn't read and he began typing.
“You may go.” he curtly spoke to me. I almost wanted to bow, but I walked out quietly with out looking back.
My knees were shaking as I shut his study door. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.
I'd gotten through it, I didn't have a new mark and I wasn't in tears.
Why hadn't I thought of this sooner? If I went along and pleased him obviously he had no reason to scream at me or abuse me right? I could just lay there and take it, and he'd finished with me sooner and easier. Right? Right.
Lay had said two years at least. Could I do this for two years? Could I fake it till I made it?
I was a Kim. Of course I could.
He was not my Kris. I hated him. This was really going to become my prison. What had I gotten myself in to? How long would it take for my family to come rescue me?
I didn't know what I hated more.
On one hand I absolutely hated the man Kris had become. The man I remembered was sweet and romantic. Kris had been my gentle giant in high school, the man I'd fallen in love with within a day. I had trusted him with my life and my heart. Yes, our breakup had been heartbreaking and bad, but I'd never stopped caring for him. This man that I was being held hostage by was cold and cruel. He had not sympathy and he didn't seem to care if I hung myself or if I spread my legs for him.
On the other hand I hated myself for still being naïve to think he still felt for me the way I did him, and for still holding on to emotions that were not being returned. No matter how hard he shoved me down or threatened to kill me, no matter how much anger boiled inside of me with hate, I hated myself more for still having deep thoughts about him. They were fond thoughts and stupid ones. They were filled with hope that he'd suddenly turn back in to the young high school student who cuddled me and begged me to run away with him.
The first night after he'd forced himself on me, the billionaire storming back in to the room later in the evening and dragged me down the stairs by my hair. When I'd tried to fight him Tao had showed up conveniently and put me in a restraining hold to carry me down. I'd been tossed down in to the kitchen. I screamed out when my back hit the corner of a counter and I fell to the ground.
“Make me dinner.” Kris had grumbled.
“Fuck you.” I'd growled with my middle finger up in the air. He'd smirked at me and held out his hand. Lay put a metal spatula in his hand. The metal slapped my face with clear sting. I tried to scurry away. Two random servants held me down on my stomach so my back was open to him. He hit me with something much bigger until I begged for him to stop. And then he continued until I agreed to make him food. Looking in the mirror that night I saw purple engravings that were soar for days after.
And so my life with him began on a dark and sad note.
~ ~ ~
Everyday was hell. I woke up with soar bruises and cuts and fresh tears. I made him breakfast and did whatever dumb activity he had planned for me; sometimes I practiced tennis and other times I played piano. When noon strolled around I was expected to let him mouth fuck me under his study desk.
Always swallow and never gag or I'd be choked.
He was usually busier in the evenings so I was free to make dinner with out any stress. I could breath with out looking over my shoulder. I found a small sense of peace in the kitchen. It was a place he seldom wandered in to. If I imagined hard enough, I was at home with my parents, with my sister and I was cooking a lovely meal for them. I wasn't being held hostage, I wasn't being raped every night.
He wanted me dressed up each and every day. He preferred a nice polished and preppy look. I had too many blazers to count, accompanied with countless V-neck shirts and sweaters.
And of course after dinner he would come to my room.
I always begged him to stop, to tell me why he was doing this and to just stop. He never did.
It was the 98th day in his house when I stopped fighting all together.
My main string of light had been that soon my family would come save me. One of my many cousins, my uncles, my aunts, someone would come to take me away. From the first night of terror I'd had complete faith that someone would sneak in to my room and we'd slink off in to the shadows, or they'd blast through and shoot everyone down to get me. That was what the Kim family did, we took care of our own.
Why was no one coming to rescue me?
I'd wondered briefly if Yesung had set me up. And if that was true, then even Chen would be tricked in to believing my absence was planned for a bit. So I knew I'd be stuck in this prison for a great time.
But I learned that Yesung wasn't the one at fault. My older cousin was completely innocent and a little too trusting of others apparently.
“Are you done being stubborn?” he asked casually that morning after I'd served him breakfast. I took my seat next to him but didn't answer back. I had nothing to say to him that was pleasant. I didn't feel like being beat with a metal spatula or his ring embossed fists.
“I'll take that as a yes Lover.” he purred. I stayed absolutely still as his fingers snaked up my thigh to cop a feel and do whatever he wanted.
“Still waiting for your family to come save you?” he chuckled. I bit my lip as he grabbed the leg of my chair and dragged me closer. I shut my eyes while he unzipped his pants and led my hand over to begin pleasing him. I heard the click of polished souls walk in to the dining room. In any other situation I would have quickly retracted my hand away from Kris's enlarged erection, but I knew better.
I wasn't to stop unless Kris said so.
“Sir your morning folder.” Lay's calm voice met my ears. I opened my eyes to briefly see the blank faced butler in his uniform and handing over a thick black bound folder to Kris.
Kris was looking at me while taking the folder, his dark eyes smirking. He held my stare as he spoke to Lay in his nonchalant tone,
“Lay, how is that Yesung fellow doing?” he asked and my heart dropped. I instantly wondered if Kris had been holding my cousin hostage this hole time.
“He is fine sir, although I must admit he is growing suspicious and anxious as each day passes.” Lay bowed as he answered.
It clicked. I understood.
Yesung was innocent.
Yesung was being lied to about my whereabouts.
The whole time Yesung had really believed that he was helping out a friend named Mr. Zhang in the diamond business. Lay had been a deploy, he'd gained Yesung's trust and asked for someone with my skill. And when I'd gone missing, Lay must have stepped forward and told my older cousin some story, that I was helping with another job or I'd gone to rest somewhere private.
Yesung didn't know me too well, he'd probably believed it and reported that back to my immediate family. And how could my father not trust Yesung? Yesung was family he'd never lie to them. And technically he wasn't lying...
Which meant my family didn't even know that they should be looking for me.
A very real fear settled over me. I had to concentrate on my lungs and make them work.
“I say its time to drop off the map Lay. Let's have Mr. Zhang stop communicating with that man,” Kris sighed. I wanted to scream and hit him. He'd been lying to my family. I was stuck here and they had no idea. I was so frustrated and scared. With a quick tug of his hand Kris had me sitting in his lap with mouth on mine. He let go of my lips with a small bite,
“Let's see how long it takes for the Kim empire to figure out that their little prince is gone.” he kissed down my neck and started pushing up the collared shirt I had on.
“They'll figure it out quickly. They'll come for me.” I fought the tears that threatened to fall. I was scared. Because really I knew the truth. If Kris had been able to fool them for this long and he hadn't been hiding, would they really find me when Kris decided to go under the radar?
He handed the black folder back to Lay who quickly retreated out of the dining room. With a growl he picked me up and slammed me on to the dining table. My head hit one of the center pieces, a glass vase of roses. I screamed as the pain shot through my skull. But my cry was cut short as his hand came swinging down to slap across my face. I held my cheek and tried to roll away from him. He was on me already though. He grabbed my chin, making me look at his angry face.
“I thought you were done being a stubborn little bitch!” he hissed and picked his hand back up. I knew what was coming and crossed my arms over my face to protect myself. Instead of hitting my face he brought his fist in to my stomach and the air was pushed out of me. I groaned as my body immobilized for a second, giving him time to rip off my pants and my briefs.
“You talk like you have some fight left in you Lover. Like you think you can stand up to me.” I saw his sinister smile while he shook his head. “I suggest you stop fighting me.”
His mouth was hot as it tasted my skin and bit to leave marks. I whimpered while twisting my body this way and that, trying to fight and get away. Eventually he pinned my arms above my head and pushed in to me with no mercy. It hurt so much. I couldn't even make a scream come out. All I had was tears that blinded my sight.
“They'll never find you,” he panted in to my ear, “Lay will disappear and there will be no trail behind him” his breathing was getting shallower as he came close to his orgasm, “You'll be lost in this great wide world and they'll have no clue where to look. It will take them forever. You're mine.”
My hands balled in fists as he came inside of me. He slowly crawled off of me and adjusted his suit until he looked like his proper self. He slicked back his blonde hair and straightened his tie.
“Just give up.” he told me right before he left me on the dining table.
Only a few minutes went by as I laid on the table, my bottom half naked and my shirt torn open. There was a dull throbbing in my head, my cheek still stung and I couldn't breath in deeply or the pain would be too much. I didn't bother to cover myself up when I heard someone enter the room. It could be anyone of his servants, and most of them had already found me in this kind of position.
My eyes shifted to find Lay standing next to the table. The butler had definitely seen me in this state before, and I was almost glad it was him. He didn't react like the other servants, he didn't try to not make eye contact or stutter as he spoke to me. Lay was swift and steady all the time.
“Would you like to change Mr. Kim?” he asked while holding up freshly folded clothes. I took one breath before trying to sit up. The pain in my stomach racked my body and I almost fell back on to the hard wood, but Lay caught me. He was good like that, even if he was the one that had drugged me and put me here, I had to admit he was damn good at his job. With one hand he held me up, and with the other he placed the pile of clothes down and started to help me undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt.
Lay had helped me get dresses several times. I like it better when it was him over Tao. The silent killer seemed to have no sympathy for me and would only watch me struggle to get up and dress or clean myself up. The other servants were far to nervous and uncomfortable to know what to do. It was Lay that wasn't afraid to touch me, push me up and pull my clothes on to my weak body.
“Please tell me that isn't a bow tie.” I groaned. Lay had me standing and leaning against the dining table as he got my beige slacks ready for me to step in to. I was already wearing a pink collared shirt, and I spotted the dark green blazer that would probably go on next. But next to it I saw what looked like a white tie, but a little too short.
“It will complete the outfit Mr. Kim,” Lay's lips twitched in a small smirk, “you will look lovely in the garden with these clothes.”
“Garden?” I asked. I zipped up and buttoned my new crisp pants and began to lace through the black belt while Lay fastened the bow tie on.
“Kris has assigned a walk through the garden as your daily task today. If you would like I can prepare a novel or a music player of some sort for your enjoyment.” the green blazer was pushed on to my arms and the outfit was complete. It was snug, but breathable. Lay set out a shiny pair of black shoes and fresh socks at my feet.
“A book would be nice actually...” I mused. I sat down in the chair and pulled on the socks and slipped on the shoes. Lay pulled out a tray from somewhere with cologne on it and a comb. I gave him a half-hearted smile and pushed the comb through my disheveled head until Lay gave me a nod. I spritzed a small amount of cologne on to my wrists before setting the bottle back on to the tray.
“What genre do you enjoy Mr. Kim?” Lay asked. He collected my soiled clothes from the ground and then snapped his fingers. A young maid scuttled in to the room with her head down. He tossed the clothes to her and set the tray on top of the pile.
“I like romance actually.” I informed him. Lay threw the maid a look, it told her that she was responsible for getting my book. With a quick nod of her head she scurried back out. Lay motioned with his gloved hand and I stood up and headed out towards the back of the house.
In the beginning of my stay, after Kris would finish up I would stay immobile for quite some time. I remembered days where I would cry and beg Lay not to make me do whatever stupid activity Kris had planned. But each day went by and I found that recovering from the attacks seemed to get a little easier with each time.
Sadly I'd gotten used to everything. I was used to Lay and Tao always hovering next to me if Kris was not. I was used to waking up with tears in my eyes. I was used to falling a sleep in a dark room with fresh bruises on my body. I was getting used to all of this and it scared me. I'd been depending on my family to come save me. But it seemed that was never going to happen, so what else was I supposed to do but get used to my situation.
I could hear Lay's soft steps behind me as I entered through the tall rod gate of the garden. It was located at the very back of the house. There were three main parts to the whole garden. The first being the fountain area. The large stone fountain was the size of a small apartment with many water flowers and plants sprouting from it. Small stone benches surrounded it along with smaller outflows that had angels and fairies carved in to them.
The second part was the greenhouse. Many different plants grew there, some I didn't recognize and others I'd only seen in books from school. I knew that most of them were tropical though and needed the heat of the warehouse to keep them alive.
The last part, and my favorite, was the forest part. This part was a few acres long with tall redwoods and pines. There was a row of cherry blossoms, a section of maples, and even some sycamores. But the reason I loved this part of the garden was because of the magnificent live oak at the center. I'd never seen such a great tree in all my life. Its thick branches reached outward in all directions and reached for the ground. They were like natural stairways and seats. There were two swings attached to it under its gentle collection of green leaves. It was my favorite place so far in the house. It was at the very end of the property, it was the farthest away from Kris.
I enjoyed the journey to the live oak as I glided past the fountain and wandered through the greenhouse. I took my time weaving in and out of the small forest, touching a redwood here and resting on a cherry blossom there. When I finally reached the live oak I fell in to the well furnished swing and gently rocked back and forth. The sun glittered through branches and fell on to the soft grass in spots of light. I leaned in to the swing that was made of carved wood and cushion and let the gentle breeze caress my hair. My feet didn't touch the ground and I let my head fall back. This was my true heaven. The kitchen was nice, but this tree was where I found true peace.
“Your book Mr. Kim” Lay offered up the novel that looked rather thin. I'd never heard of the title before but I took it kindly and started to read. The story started off slow, the main character was a woman who had regrettably gotten married to a man she didn't love. But she took on the man with an open mind, until she realized he had no interest in her besides producing children. Night after night he forced himself on to her and during the day he would ignore her.
“Sounds oddly familiar...” I grumbled while turning a page. It seemed everything would only get worse as things went on. Until the arrival of the young man at her husband's office. He was described as dashingly handsome and well built. It didn't take long for the woman and him to start a hot affair that made my cheeks warm a tiny bit. The way she described their love life of hot kisses and rushed touches made my mind wander back to a time when I was very young and very in love.
While dating Kris in high school I used to sneak him in to my home after school since my parents didn't allow anyone but family inside. And it was in my room with the door shut and locked that we would fool around, trying to quickly get each other off and doing our best to keep our voices quiet but expressing our affection at the same time. I missed those times...
“Mr. Kim, it is almost time for your afternoon meeting with Kris.” Lay's calm voice interrupted my thoughts. I sighed sadly because afternoon meeting meant my throat would be sore soon.
“If I may Mr. Kim, I would like to offer a piece of advice.” the handsome butler suddenly said. I perked up instantly because Lay had never offered me one speck of advice or kind words during my stay. He was all about business and only talked to me so he could inform or ask me something. I was completely interested in the advice he had to offer.
For a second Lay revealed his natural face. His expression crumpled as his brow creased and he bit his bottom lip in thought. He was thinking of what to say and I'd never seen Lay unsure of what he said. This was really Lay the man and not Lay the servant of Kris. He looked at me with sincerity and it made my heart pound.
“You should really stop fighting him Minseok.” I gulped loudly at the sound of my name on his lips, “If you don't resist so much, I'm sure you will suffer less.” his voice wasn't as steady and I swore I heard a bit of concern in his sentence. I stared at him for a long moment as I took his words in.
“You think I should just lay there and take it?” I didn't mean to sound so annoyed but it came out naturally. How could I not fight?
“If it means I don't have to see so many bruises on your skin, or hear your screams echoing through the house, then yes. I think you should lay there and go along.” he cleared his throat at the end and folded his gloved fingers over one another.
“What if it gets worse? What if he hates that I don't fight?” I questioned. Lay let out a small breath and for the first time I saw a smirk on his lips.
“I know I have no right to say this but,” he shrugged, “trust me Mr. Kim. Don't fight. It would be even better if you showed no emotion at all. Trust me that you will suffer less.”
Trust him? He was correct that he had no right to say that. He had helped kidnap me, he was one of Kris's servants who would do anything for him. How could I really trust him? Should I?
“We should be on our way Mr. Kim.” Lay was instantly back to his usual self as his back straightened and all emotion left his face. He led me out of the garden quietly and calmly.
~ ~ ~
And that was when I gave up completely. On the 98th day I gave up my hope. I stood at the door of my keeper's study and evened my breathing. I turned to the butler beside me and asked him,
“How long would it take for them to find me?” I asked cautiously. How long would it take for my family to find me if Kris decided to really hide himself from the world?
Lay's eyes were not sad or compassionate and he didn't even flinch, “At least two years.”
I nodded at his answer and I took a very deep breath.
I wanted to suffer less. I wanted to wake up with out new bruises. I wanted to feel safe, even a little bit in control. Could I accomplish that?
Lay opened the door for me and announced my arrival. I walked in and saw the man I hated. He looked handsome like usual, he'd changed his suit from the morning one. It was a deep black three-piece with purple details. His diamond studs were in place, his blonde hair was pushed back. I could spot three rings in total on his manicured fingers. He was closing his laptop as I walked in and he closed up some small folders as I sat down.
He didn't look at me until Lay took an empty tray from his desk and left. The soft click of the door closing sent his eyes shooting up to me.
“Well,” he upped his brow at me, “are you going to come over her or do I have to pull you.”
I gave up. I didn't want to scream or cry anymore. So I stood up on my legs and willingly walked over. I made my way around his desk. His eyes stayed on me, they were measuring me and trying to understand what I was doing.
He pushed back from the table and turned in his chair to face me.
I dropped to my knees. He didn't have to growl at me or yank my head down by my hair. He didn't have to smack my neck or curse at me. I kneeled and quickly undid his pants myself. I didn't hesitate or glare at him. I closed my eyes and took the thick muscle in to my mouth.
The smallest gasp of surprise escaped his lips, it was deep and quiet but I heard it. I hollowed my cheeks and went to work, taking as much as I could and massaged the sensitive skin with my tongue. I had to bring him to hardness so it took longer, but I got him there.
When he let out a pleased groan I almost smiled. Mentally I encouraged myself, I could do this. I could get through this without him lashing out at me. Lay was right, this could work.
When I took more of his length in his hips bucked. It was too much and I moaned in protest, causing Kris to actually moan back. I almost wanted to still in surprise but I knew better. I bobbed my head and sucked hard. I coated his length in my saliva and I moaned a few more times. When he came I swallowed what I could and licked the rest from my lips.
I was about to neatly tuck his falling member back in to his pants, but his hands grabbed mine. I looked up at him, scared that he was going to yell at me or hit me or something. His eyes were cold as he frowned at me. I stayed still. He stared at me for a long while. His eyes cut through me and made me too afraid to move.
I squeaked when he yanked me up. He didn't say anything. He glared at me and I noticed that his brow was creased. Was it working? Was it failing?
His long fingers called me forward. I took half a step and my knees knocked in to his. I waited until he reached up and wrapped his hand around my neck, making my head incline toward his. I held my breath when his lips presses against mine. It was a gentle kiss, a testing kiss. I pressed back gingerly and suddenly his mouth was gone.
Kris released his hold on me and finished zipping up his pants. He turned to face his desk and opened up his laptop. The screen lit up to a document that I couldn't read and he began typing.
“You may go.” he curtly spoke to me. I almost wanted to bow, but I walked out quietly with out looking back.
My knees were shaking as I shut his study door. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.
I'd gotten through it, I didn't have a new mark and I wasn't in tears.
Why hadn't I thought of this sooner? If I went along and pleased him obviously he had no reason to scream at me or abuse me right? I could just lay there and take it, and he'd finished with me sooner and easier. Right? Right.
Lay had said two years at least. Could I do this for two years? Could I fake it till I made it?
I was a Kim. Of course I could.