My Little Mind Reader

49. Hostage

Wayo's POV

I rolled over, feeling a soft blanket over my shoulders. My head hurt and my mouth was dry, but I didn't move. My body felt weighed down, like the blanket was very heavy and I couldn't free myself of its confines. I opened my eyes, squinting against a bright light from the ceiling. I struggled to rise, wondering where I was and trying to remember how I got here. Attempting to support myself with my arms, I was met with resistance. My left arm came up, but my right arm was restrained. Looking over in confusion, I saw that I was handcuffed to a bed, placed in the middle of an otherwise empty room.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," a voice said from the doorway. Turning my head, I watched Park walk into the room. Memories flooded my mind, Jae and Zee at a bar, walking to the door alone and feeling a sharp prick in my neck, and then nothing.

"Park?" I asked, trying desperately to clear my thoughts. "Where am I?"

Park walked over to the bed, sitting next to me and running his hand down my captive arm. He smiled, looking me over carefully, "Are you thirsty, my love?"

When his hand moved up to my shoulders and then down my chest, I realized I wasn't wearing a shirt. The shock I felt at that knowledge came secondary to my other shock: I couldn't hear his thoughts. He was touching my bare chest with his hand, and I heard nothing. I tried to focus my mind, but my head was still throbbing in pain.

I knew the pain, and possibly whatever he'd given me to make me black out, was probably blocking my abilities but it was still unnerving. I had always been able to rely on mind reading to prepare me for dealing with people. Now my sixth sense was useless and I realized that I didn't know much about Park at all. My only experience with him had been at that bar, when I was sure he wanted to hurt me. Ever since then, my security had kept him away so I didn't even have little touches over time to help me figure out his motivations for taking me. The one time I had read his mind though, told me that I was in very big trouble.

My only consolation was knowing that Ming and New would have started looking for me immediately. I had to do everything I could to buy myself some time. The only clues I had for distracting him were the fact that he called me, 'my love' and as of now, I wasn't hurt.

"Yes, my throat is dry," I answered him, giving him a small, forced smile, "and my head hurts. Could I have some pain reliever, please?"

His smile widened at my gentle tone and he continued running his hands up and down my bare chest. I wanted to jerk away from his touch, but the handcuffs would prevent me from moving far and my survival instincts told me that it would be a very bad idea to anger him.

When he didn't answer, but continued looking hungrily at my half naked body, I tried to get his attention, "Park?"

He leaned closer to me and nuzzled his nose into my neck, but before I could decide the best way to react, he moved away and said, "I'll be right back."

He stood up and walked out the door, shutting it carefully behind him. I immediately moved the blanket with my free hand, to see how much of my clothing had been removed. The good news: I was still wearing some clothes. The bad news: I only had my boxer brief left. Having determined my current state of undress, I tried to get a better view of my surroundings. Being careful not wrench my restrained arm, I sat up.

My first impression was correct, other than the bed, the room was empty. The walls were an off white color with no windows and there was a blue carpet covering the floor. I couldn't see my clothes or my shoes. The bed was large and the blanket felt soft, but metal bars were attached to the bed on one side, like you might see on a hospital bed or a bunk bed so that children couldn't fall off.