Trapped (ENGLISH)

Trapped

Heerin opened her heavy eyelids, still kneaded by sleep. She tried to move, but a sharp pain in her private parts forced her to remain motionless in her sitting position. She then attempted to move her arms and only then did she realize that she was chained, with her upper limbs positioned above her head, probably forced to a wall.
She opened her mouth to speak, but only a tired whisper came out. She turned her head to its sides, to study the surrounding dark environment: she was in a large dark room, illuminated only by a light bulb that hung with a wire from the ceiling, coloring the room with its dim light, tending to an acid green. On her right side there was a small door and immediately next to it were three showers, without tents or other protections. Her swollen and frightened eyes met the dark eyes of a naked woman, intent on observing the central part of the room.

She was a raven-haired girl, her eyes were thin, of the same colour as her hair, and they looked with acute concentration at something in front of them and, only at that moment, Heerin noticed the swollen womb of the mysterious woman: she was pregnant and even in an advanced stage.

A strong female moan captured her attentive ears, so that she abruptly turned toward the center of the room, cold and dark. In front of her there was a large double bed, larger than the standard beds for couples, where a young man and a girl were having sex. A gasp of surprise and disgust escaped from her clenched lips, attracting the attention of the man, who raised his head towards her, staring her in the eyes for a few moments, before a sick smile pulled the skin of his face.

Heerin recognized that smile.

It was eleven at night.

Heerin and her group of friends were sitting at a table in a club, sipping soju while chatting about something irrelevant. She sighed, bored by the conversation that other women were having with each other, while the din of the bar filled her ears.

-And so I told him to fuck off!- said one of them, making all the others laugh loudly, commenting on the anecdote, which is actually not very stimulating, just something stupid and rude.

Heerin looked around annoyed by the monotony of that evening, to the mad search for some unknown face with which to start an interesting conversation; all in order to stop hearing those acute and annoying voices. Her raven eyes were captured by two blue iris, which turned boldly towards her.

"Contact lenses" she thought, and she began to smile at that magnetic look.

That guy with straight brown hair, left slightly long at the base of the neck, approached her, showing a particular smile, almost of a rectangular shape, showing a series of perfectly straight and white teeth, just like ivory.

-Are you all alone, miss?- he asked with a strong voice, to let the girl hear his deep voice despite the noise of the music, that filled the sultry hall.

She remained a few seconds enchanted by the porcelain face of the latter, which seemed almost fake, so candid and adorned with cute moles, placed in unusual spot on his skin made of wax.

-Theoretically I'm actually with my group of friends, but let's say yes to that question.- she replied, smiling back, approaching the boy's body.

The man chuckled, moving a lock of brown hair from his face.

-Nice to meet you miss, my name is Taehyung.-

-My pleasure, I'm Heerin.-

-What a wonderful name, almost as beautiful as you, miss. -

The girl blushed in amazement, covering her fleshy lips with one hand, while she giggled embarrassed: what was the need to call her "Miss"? They clearly where around the same age.