Obsessive (AMBW)

Act XII

Kang Dak-Ho

I groaned as I tightened my eyes, my head ached so much I was sure someone had ripped my hair out the plugs. I stretched, realizing the texture of my sheets weren't the same. Velvet wasn't my thing, too soft.

Red wasn't the color of my room either. I let my eyes fully open, jumping up as I looked around.

This wasn't my room. My head hurt even more, trying to process where I was. Hotel was my first assumption, or rather what I hoped, but this looked too much like a sex motel to be true. Rose petals scattered the floor and the blackout curtains really accentuated the fact that I either came here drunk out of my mind thinking it was a normal hotel, or I slept with...

I turned, looking down beside me. Holy shit. Milan laid there on her side, sleeping peacefully as her naked body was barely draped by the velvet sheets. Her breasts were perfect, one a little bigger than the other and beautiful. Her body was an hourglass, her hips wide and waist small. Her body was covered in hickies and red marks where her skin was a little lighter, she looked a mess.

I wasn't any better, scratch marks all over my back to my obliques, she fucked me up. Hickies trailing my neck down to my cock.

It finally happened and I can barely remember it.

I could actually fucking murder myself.

Milan groaned, stirring in the sheets before she opened her eyes.

How would I confront this situation.

"What the fuck?" she murmured, looking at me, then at herself, then around the room. I'm pretty sure she was about to scream.

"We didn't." She muttered.

"We did," I responded, searching the room for the rest of my clothing.

She slid off the bed, putting both feet on the ground before falling.

"Nigga, I can't feel my legs." I restrained a laugh, mainly because my head was still bursting with pain. "Gross. I remember some of it." He was being surprisingly chill about all of this, I threw my button up over my arms, still in boxers as I walked over to help her up.

"I might've left a mark...or two." I whispered, her neck, arms, legs, and almost anything was covered with bruises and hickies.

"The fuck did you do to my thigh, though. It hurts like hell." She looked down, trying to figure out exactly what it was.

"May I?" I questioned, hinting at looking for her. She nodded, looking away as I did it. She obviously had to still be a little drunk, because if she could react so crazily to me kissing her, how could she have no reaction to me fucking her.

I looked in-between her legs, being as gentle as I physically could.

I was drunk as fuck....

There was a K carved into her leg. A fresh would which she would have to take care of.

How would I tell her I took a knife to her thigh?

"What is it? Oh my fucking god did you give me an STD?" She cried out, I smiled slightly, shaking my head.

"You'll find out." I smiled. "Call someone to pick you up. I don't know where you live and well..." I pointed to her ripped underwear and dress. "The only thing that's still in one piece is your thigh garters. I'll add it to your pay." I sighed, scampering around to find my clothes. She sat on the bed, covering herself up with covers and pillows. "Do you remember...all of it?" I mumbled, she looked up, staying quiet for a moment.