Obsession | winrina

1. Abduction

My shift at the café I work at had just ended. I changed my clothes, gathered my stuff, bidding farewell to my co-workers. What happened next is what I vaguely remember. When I woke up, I wasn't entirely sure if I did. My eyes are open, I know, I can feel I did but all I see is pitch black. I also felt my wrists were tied on my back. I struggled, I tried, but I froze the moment I heard a low voice telling me to stop. It belonged to a man, and I got scared. My mind was running but my mouth wouldn't speak, I couldn't. It felt like hours being tied down, sitting on a wooden chair, my butt was starting to hurt. I stretched discreetly from time to time, letting few of my bones crack.

I was thinking they won't get any ransom by kidnapping me. My family despises me for being a devil's spawn as they call me, for being born and having something a woman shouldn't have. So much for being part of a religious family, heh. Another thought was that if they're planning on raping me. I mean, there's a guy in the room with me telling me not to move an inch. Once he pulls my pants off, I'm sure he'd either scream, kill me or let me go instantly, but I'm leaning more to the killing option. No man would want to fuck someone with the same junior, unless he's gay I guess. Odds are no one would want someone like me nonetheless.

Am I ever going to have a great life? I think not. My whole life had always been a mess, fucked up in every nook and cranny. Most of the time, I had always wished I was never born. The silence and boredom took over me. I slept. I fucking slept, aware how I was just abducted, but I could care any less.

The sound of footsteps stirred me half-awake then I heard them talking in a language I don't understand, I furrowed my brows. All I could hear is this person, different from the last one, he sounded a bit too happy.

"Hello?" My voice cracked.

Then there were clacking of shoes, heels I think, towards me.

"Minjeongie." It was of a woman's, soft, deep, and a bit sultry.

Little Minjeong junior would've been more surprised than I actually am, but hearing my name with some sort of endearment I am not particularly fond of terrified me most. A finger trailed down my jawline, stopping at my chin and pushes it upwards gently. I don't know this woman but God she smelled so fucking heavenly, it calms me. What the fuck is wrong with me?

It might've been stupid of me to speak in my own native language but tried nevertheless, "W-who are you? Where am I?" I knew she was close, I could feel her breath against mine. I could feel her airy laugh and hear her smile.

She didn't tell me her name but she spoke in Korean,
"You're in my house." There were now fingers circling on my jaw and neck. I shivered in fear, as there was a pit on my stomach. "You're mine now," she says, "and as for what I'm gonna do to you," she trailed her fingers to my exposed collarbone down to my chest, "I won't hurt you, don't worry. You just have to do is do what I want, none that will hurt you in any of sort, I promise."

I swallowed the lump on my throat, "W-what exactly are you planning to do to me?"

"I want to take care of you," she sounded so genuine I can hardly believe that line, "All of you." It sounded too good to be fucking true.

"Why?" I whimpered, "Why me?"

Her palms were caressing my cheeks now, wiping the tears I wasn't aware that escaped despite being blindfolded "Because I want to."

"I'm not who you think I am."

I heard her chuckle softly. It was so soothing. "I'm not either."

I ridiculed the mockery and nonchalantly said, "I'm not a woman you think I am. I have a dick for fuck's sake."

"You think I don't know?" The noise of my pants zipping frightened me, her touch moreover. She cupped what's mine, I jerked unintentionally in shock. "I know you, my Minjeongie." Her lips were mere millimeters away from my ear. I grunted as she stroked my lower part gently but firm while letting out a breathy moan next to my lobe. I swear I could feel myself getting hard by just that. In the midst of the little torture I was having, I heard small groans and clearing throats within the room and it made me forget what sensuality I was feeling.

I heard the woman beside me lean away and scoff then speak in the language different from our prior conversation. Her voice was sharp, completely changed. Footsteps scrambled along with a door creaked open until I could no longer hear them.

Silence ensued, but the growl of my stomach pretty much broke that. The woman laughed, mocking me. "I'll get us some dinner." She zipped my pants up too.

Call me weird, but I was utterly embarrassed.

I felt her hands lightly grip my shoulders from behind and let her guide me walk. She led me for what felt like a hundred steps, lefts and rights, ups and down, and lots of wooden noises from the floor. I also felt breeze hitting my skin, it helped me calm down even more. We halted, she instructed me to sit down and I obeyed. Gently folding my knees until my bottom hits a cushion I sat down. Her touch leaves me and the fragrant smell of food fills my nostrils.

"Let's eat." She says.

I tilted my head to follow her voice, "But I'm tied up and blindfolded?"

"I'll remove them later." I heard the clanking of the utensils and glassware near me. "For now, I'll have to. feed you."

And she did.

She fed me until I was full.

She urged me to stand up after but I told her something unexpected of, "You haven't eaten yet." I noticed because she was feeding me the whole time we were there.

"That's nice of you." She tells me, "But later, I'm on a special diet." The last two words she emphasized as her fingers brushed my face once again before we set out on a walk, almost the same distance we did a while ago.

I heard the door close, my tied hands started to move by the ropes loosening. My blindfold was undone too. When I turned around, it was a buff guy standing in front of me. I almost jumped out in shock. He proceeds out of the door while I looked at my surroundings. It was a room, a bit spacious. There was a queen-sized bed beside where I stood, then a closet and a bookshelf on the corner, a bathroom included too. I plumped myself sitting on the bed, having a rundown of what was happening. I kept replaying what I was told a while ago, everything she said.

It then occurred to me how she sounded so sweet but dangerous when she mentioned she was on a special diet.

She won't hurt me, okay.

She'll just eat me alive, yes.

I guess I was stupid enough not to think that a cannibalistic woman may have just abducted me.

Perhaps, took a liking on my extra meat.