Creep

Chapter Two

Kyung-Min's POV

When I woke up my head was pounding and everything was still black, like there was something covering my eyes. When I regained my other senses, I realized that there was indeed a black cloth tied around my eyes, taking away my sight. I also realized that I couldn't move, my ankles being bound together, along with my wrists, behind my back. I let out a groan and rolled my head, sitting up right as best as I could against the cold concrete wall I was set against. There was a crick in my neck, probably because of the position I'd been sleeping in, but with a few more neck rolls, it finally cracked, prompting me to let out a pleased groan, body relaxing back against the wall.

I'd been caught. That much was obvious, by the way I was blindfolded and tied up. Liam had caught me, playing with myself in his bed. For some reason my heart picked up at the thought of being caught, but I knew that with the situation that I was currently in, something was very wrong. Why would Liam have me tied up and blindfolded... wherever I was. Why didn't he just knock me out and turn me in to the police? This made me wonder if maybe Liam knew that I've been stalking him, knew that if he didn't take matters into his own hands, I wouldn't stop. Because I wouldn't, really. Even with a restraining order I wouldn't stop following him, obsessing over him. It was almost second nature at this point, something that I didn't even think twice about because it came so naturally.

  I wanted the blind fold off of my eyes. It was beginning to annoy me, really, the fact that I couldn't see where I was or if there was anyone else in this room with me, if I was even in a room, that is. I couldn't hear anything though so I assumed that there wasn't anyone in here after all, but that didn't change the fact that I was getting tired of not being able to see. I began wiggling around, stretching my arms as far down as I could manage before rocking myself onto my knees so that I could slip my bound hands underneath my butt, leaning forward slightly to get them underneath my thighs before I could lean back against the wall and sit back down.

Now, with my hands underneath my knees, I was able to lift my bound ankles and stretch my hands under and over them. I let out a big sigh of relief as I brought my hands to my mouth, feeling with my nose to find out what kind of bindings were around them. Letting out a curse when I felt the plastic zip tie, I let my hands fall into my lap, a little defeated until I was able to think of another plan. At least I got my hands from behind my back, my arms had begun to get numb. I reached down to feel around my feet and got confused when I felt what was wrapped around them.

Why would he use a zip tie around my wrists and then rope around my ankles? Maybe because Liam didn't think I would be able to get my hands out from behind my back so he wasn't worried about me untying the rope? Porbably. Well at least I was going to be able to get my ankles freed - speaking of getting things free. I lifted my hands up to my face and tore the blindfold off, wondering why I didn't do it in the first place. My eyes took some time adjusting to the darkness of the room but when it did I could see that I was inside what seemed to be an old unused room, maybe a basement, though all I saw was a door, no stairs or anything like that.

As soon as the blindfold was off, I began working on the rope around my ankles. The knot was a tad bit intricate but with a little bit of effort I managed to finally get the thing to untie. I let out a sigh of relief as I rubbed at the skin, which was a bit red and irritated from the old rope.

"Hmm, time to get out of here... if the door is unlocked, that is. Which I doubt it will be, but hey, it's worth a try, right?" I was talking to myself again, something I did on a regular basis, whether I was by myself or in public. I didn't really care much for the opinions other people had of me, the only thing that mattered to me was Liam, and I might have fucked that up majorly by not being smart enough in the invasion of his home.