Bad Blood || K. Jongin

04| How Did I Get Here?

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(Lyra)

The repulsive smell of cigarettes and alcohol fill my nose as I take my first conscious breath.

I almost groan out in pain. My gaze shifts painfully uneven in the dim lighting, and I can't see anything clearly. My head feels like someone is squeezing it with pliers.

But before I can make sense of what is happening, I feel an uncomfortable presence from behind.

"Well well." A sickening voice chuckles teasingly. "The whore is finally awake."

And that's when I realize that my hands are chained to a staircase pole.

I shiver in fear. All I have on is my undergarments.

My vision finally focuses, and the unfamiliar surroundings causes my heart to twist with agitation. I'm inside a room much bigger than mine.

I sniff, mucous slowly dripping from my nose. I can't reach my hands out to wipe it away, far too weak and confused to waste the little strength I have left.

Groggily, I try to study the room.

There are many items scattered around the premises. It's dark, scroungy, and hot. It's a complete mess, the stench of stale pizza and leftover beer makes me want to vomit. I feel like I can't breathe as try to focus on something else besides my pounding heart . But the thing that catches my eye are the bondage toys, It's more than obvious for what the hotel suite is being used for.

"Look at me when i'm talking to you!" A thick, familiar accent snaps impatiently, releasing me of my consciousness.

I glance behind me, to match the voice with a face. It's the man from before, much older- but I can't remember his name. I can't remember how I got here.

What did I get myself into?

I tug weakly at the chains, flinching as I see some of the skin breaking around my wrists. I can't remember if I'd pulled at them already.

The stranger moves closer to my exposed body. "You can pull all you want." He slurs in Korean. "How about you be a good girl for me?"

I turn my face away as his breath tickles down my neck. "Tsk." he sighs, refusing to wipe the disgusting smile off his face. "You'll learn your place soon enough." The tone in his voice proving how much pleasure he was gaining from my torment.

I'm no stranger to this feeling. I can sense what the man is thinking from his perverted expression.

And that's when I feel his hand caress my breast.

My head snaps up in fear as he pushes me flat against the floor. "What are you doing?!" Is all I can manage to say, my voice dry and rough from the lack of water.

"What does it feel like baby?" He chuckles, grouping my breasts from underneath my bra.

I want to scream. But I can't do anything with my hands chained around the pole, all I can do is squirm underneath him.

Tears of violation threaten to pour out of my eyes, but I force them back. I'm scared and terrified but I refuse to give him the satisfaction he desires.

I let him touch me, silently, and with no emotion. My mouth closed in a thin, tight line.

Do I really have a choice?

I twist my hands painfully in the handcuffs, trying my best to distance myself from his grasp. But over and over he pulls me back, his man I've never met, playing with me like I'm a toy.