Interaction: Kim Gwang-il & Reader
Genre: Crime, Smut, Angst
[R18] Warnings: Forced Stripping, Vaginal Fingering, Blow Job, Kidnapping, Strangling, Mention of Torture, nothing else I think
Summary: School is over for the summer, and after lounging in a meadow, a group of anonymously infamous men steal you away for their own benefits.
Finally. The school year was finally all over. You had been through a shit ton of things that year, both good and bad; but as a pessimist, the negatives outweighed the positives, and as a whole, they were more memorable, truth be told. Regardless, it was finally over. For the time being, and a time you would embrace.
In fact, you were willing to do something you wouldnât usually bother to do. You lived by connections to narrow, somewhat concealed streets and alleys in South Korea, and there was no surprise that it was barren of resilient weeds that sprout from cracks in the ground.
With such a strange atmosphere, and given that you had lived there your whole life, your parents had always been insistent on never taking shortcuts; never talking to or engaging with strangers; never staying out too late; and everything similar parents would enforce. No doubt, you felt they exaggerated a little too much when they resorted to reminding you on a daily basis, but you understood that they seriously prioritized your safety. If you stayed out for an hour after curfew, they would go incredibly insane.
However, they never had a problem with you coming home a few hours later than some time after school ended every day, so it would be no issue for you to make your way to the closest heaven you could find. A meadow. In truth, it was nothing compared to heaven, but sprawling in the field where the grass is actually greener; the large number of dandelions and chrysanthemums that surround you in the stillness of their meditation; breeze little to none; and the sweet sound of birds chirping in their habitats, not too distant from you was a dream you were practically itching to live.
And there you arrived: for what seemed like at least half an hour of walking down an empty road in the blazing sun, new beads of sweat trickling down your face and a wave of burning cold ghosting over you as your knees almost gave way. You almost reconsidered coming all that way, but there was no way you could drag yourself out of the situation in your ever-increasing fatigue. Immediately, and with visible frustration, you unzipped your bag and pulled out your plastic water bottle, which was half empty and contained water that had easily warmed up during the day, and you drank until you finished what was left, inconsistently fanning yourself with your unoccupied, sweaty hand, though you knew very well it would be an effort to no avail.
You took a step off the road and right onto the meadow, squinting as you attempted to look forward; it had become clear to you that laying on your back was now out of the question, but there was shade not too far away under a tree, its glowing leaves in all their glory, standing out in the field of somewhat tall grass.
Action plan in mind, you moved in the tree's direction, sighing in relief as you wiped the new and old perspiration from your forehead. As you approached the tree, you huddled right up against it, catching your breath and drawing your bag to your chest as you observed the surrounding environment. You may have been in a predicament, but it was no lie that the view was astounding. It could have been a magnificent piece for your photography club, but school was over already.
A few minutes passed, your vision blurring to a degree as your eyes slowly closed, but you heard the rustling of what might have been a squirrel speeding past. Jolting, your eyes instantly opened: wide and expressive of confusion, followed by the new, zooming thoughts in your mind; a large percentage of which were nonsense, but eventually, when they started to make sense, the question of what time it could be was the first to occur to you.
You were aware that the journey from school to the meadow was quite far, so you imagined that quite a long time had passed as it stood, despite staying in your spot for what you thought to be just a few minutes. Your phone was in your bagâs main compartment, so it would take no effort to check the time⌠Or so you originally believed.
You hadnât noticed before, but matter-of-factly, your bag had gone missing. But how? There was no denying that you had placed it on your lap, so as your search around the tree and the entire shaded area was unsuccessful, panic replaced your confusion. Had it been stolen? How was that possible?
Defeated, you ran toward the road to see if anyone was around. In the distance, one not too far was a black rover which stood out suspiciously and began to move in your direction a few moments after you stepped out onto the road. Red flag. The literal epitome of a red flag. You knew one when you saw one, and this couldnât be more obvious. You couldnât care less if you were somehow being insane, because you werenât going to take any risks.
And fast. The vehicle moved closer to you with accumulating speed, and you figured your options were ridiculously limited. You could only run, but it would only be a waste of your breath because outrunning the vehicle was an unrealistic move.
So, that was it. You approached a dead end in your mind, and before you could express your frustration and agitation, you felt a cold grip on your wrist, and immediately, you were dragged into the car, another hand covering your mouth temporarily before eventually ceasing your ability to speak with some duct tape. Your arms were bound behind your back uncomfortably in the struggle, deep thoughts left you visibly shaken: utterly bewildering awareness of what was happening; a confirmation that everything that unfolded before you was real.
Real. It was all real. And it was about to get a lot more real. Two men, who gave a slightly immature but dangerous aura, chatted among themselves: one driving and the other drinking from a bottle. You sat beside a man who seemed to be in charge based on your judgement of his isolation from everyone else, and his silent engagement in a novel of some kind. Just sitting in his presence was enough to evoke an unnerving feeling from you, and that was on top of the fear of whatever his capabilities could be.
Keeping your eyes of the world outside through the flaunting windows, you didnât hesitate to allow your tears to gloss your eyes and pour down, eyes stinging as your head rested on the window.
There was no escaping this.
At your arrival, you were greeted by the mocking grins of two other gang members, and you struggled in the grip of the two gang members that were in the car with you. You could not scream to your full potential because the duct tape still muffled all of your helpless cries as the men forcefully stripped you, but as they reached for your red lace bra, the gang leader called out to them.
âSu-Jin, leave her,â you heard, and to this you heaved a deep sigh of relief.
âWhatâs the problem?â One of the two gang members who were handling you turned to the gang leader who was sitting in one of the bleak corners of the cold room, earpieces in ears and a translucent, bloodied glove dangling from his fingertips.
In that moment, you could have sworn your heart contorted. But you werenât surprised - matter of fact, you imagined you would probably get more unlucky. You almost beat yourself up for getting your hopes up, even a little, because as you figured before, things were about to get real.
Too real. Horrifically real. Whatever you would experience next could only be more horrific than movies portray them to be; and the movies you watched with this similar atmosphere never seemed to be sugar-coated.
In the distraction of the gang members, you freed one arm somehow, and peeled off the duct tape from your lips; you flinched in response, but as soon as it was off your face, you crumpled it and threw it to the ground in one swift motion. Just as easily as you freed yourself, your arm was grabbed again, but you had granted yourself the freedom to speak, so you could manage for the time being.
âHey⌠Hey, you! Are you insane? Let me go! I swear, youâre not getting away with this. You better-â
Immediately, one of the gang members threw a palm over your lips, pressure causing your head to crash back onto his chest.
âIâll take her, but youâll see her later on,â the gang leader continued, rising to his feet and sauntering toward the three of you, flashing a brief smile. The gang members nodded and handed you over to him, and he did not drag you away or even take your hand, but you still felt compelled to follow him. You had no idea who he was; you had no clue what he was capable of; you had no clue what he wanted either; but you knew for sure that disobeying was out of the question.
He led you to a room; it was a bedroom to be exact, but compared to the room you had just come from, the new atmosphere flooded a halcyon ocean in your mind, despite previously being tense as a result of the situation. The bedroom was well planned and beautifully decorated; it seemed to be somewhat emblematic of the Victorian era.
But the ocean cleared along with your astonishment as the gang leader cleared his throat before relentlessly pushing you to the bed. In shock, you sit up and look up to him, eyes locked on him despite his constant movement as he paced up and down.
âWho are you? What do you want from me? Why canât you just leave me be? Why? Why me? Answer me!â
He didnât respond to your question, but after a few moments he finally stopped pacing and looked directly at you.
âYouâre lucky to still be unharmed,â crouching down, he kept his eye contact on you, âYouâre the first one to make it to this point without being tortured. So, consider yourself lucky.â At his remark, you were both confused and horrified, and when he placed a cold palm on your knee, you shivered and tried to shake it away, but your attempt was unsuccessful.
âWhat do you want from me, then?â
âWeâll continue this conversation after I put you in your place,â he smirked.
Before you could react in any way, he had his hands gripping your neck, and in your surprise you clawed at his knuckles - to which he did not flinch - and you attempted to pry his hands from your neck; this was also to no avail. He watched intently as you struggled for air, kicking and lifting your head every so often. You didnât know what to do, but you knew he wouldnât kill you. That was why he brought you here, right? And he specifically mentioned that the other gang members would see you later. He really knew how to put you in your place.
When he finally let go, you felt your chest heave as you gasped, and when you gathered enough energy, you tried to move further out into the bed and away from him, but he grasped your ankle in time. You groaned, under the impression he was not quite done yet. And it terrified you. You didnât hesitate to let your tears flow; as a matter of fact, you wanted him to see that you were afraid. Anything to prevent getting hurt anymore, right? That was your goal.
âDonât...donâtâŚâ You struggled to gather your words, âDonât hurt me, please.â
He paused momentarily before taking some time to look behind him at the door. You bit your lip, quivering in unadulterated fear in your burning anticipation of what was to come. You knew you would never get what you wanted, no matter how hard you begged for it.
No matter how bad you wanted to get out of there unscathed.
âWho are you?â You asked again with a hoarse whisper, but as he finally turned his head to make eye contact you jolted, teeth chattering; and your lungs tried their best to compensate for the lack of air you received previously.
âKim Gwang-Il,â he chuckled briefly before he spoke in monotone, rising to his feet and lifting his knees onto the bed, then moving in your direction, face expressionless.
âKim Gwang-Il?â You expelled a shaky breath, grabbing onto a pillow as you held it up to your chin, concealing your chest and providing somewhat of a protection, âT-Tell me...Why did you bring me here?â
He smiled for a moment, looking away temporarily as he picked up some gloves from the nightstand and put them on before he moved his focus back to you, âIf I kill you now, Iâll only get one chance to hear you suffer under my hand. So Iâll try something slightly different.â
âHuh? Something different? What do you mean by-â
Before you could finish your sentence, Gwang-Il had his arms either side of you, and in your struggle, you could only move your head. He did nothing but study your expression and caress your cheek. Smiling, he moved down away from your face, and when his hand was level with your hips, he reached for the waistband of your underwear. Immediately, you grasped onto his wrist which made him look up.
âOther option is me leaving you with the boys,â he curled his lips inward and raised his eyebrows, âChoose wisely.â
âY-Youâre just gonna kill me no matter what! It doesnât matter what I pick!â
âDid I not say that Iâd try something else? Iâm not going to kill you,â he laughed; one could say his lack of sanity was summarised in that alone, but there had to be an abundance of horrific activities he had previously engaged in. None of which you wanted to hear about.
âBut didnât you say that those men would âsee me laterâ? What was that about?â
âYouâll find out then, but for now, Iâll tell you that the outcomes are quite different,â he nodded in a way that was self-evident he did not see this as a serious situation.
âOkay, okay fine⌠Iâll go with this.â
He continued, slipping a finger under your waistband and pulling your underwear down, before throwing it away. You felt the deepest shame you had ever felt in your life at that moment, and you felt an overwhelming feeling of tears threatening to break through. Holding your breath, you closed your eyes, and without your sense of expectancy, you gasped as you felt a sudden sensation between your legs. Your eye instantly flew open, and as soon as they did, your focus caught onto the rapid movement of Gwang-Ilâs fingers in and out of your wet pussy, and in reaction, you tried to stop the uncontrolled moans he elicited from you by covering your mouth with your hands, but all that came of that were incoherent, yet easily heard sounds which Gwang-Il seemed to live for, judging by his mocking grin.
Slowing down with his fingers, you grab his wrist once again, this time as encouragement, and it was so obvious what you wanted - it was written all over your face. Gwang-Ilâs expression eventually faded along with the movement with his fingers.
âHmm, this isnât interesting. Find a way to interest me if you want to continue living,â he got off the bed and stood before you.
âWhat? You said you werenât gonna kill me!â You were startled at his sudden remark; you didnât even have a plan in mind. How would you get out of this one?
âYeah, if you give me a reason otherwise,â he checked his fingernails, not focused on your reaction.
Sighing, you bit your lip before resorting to the only thing you could think of. You beckoned him, patting the edge of the bed, waiting for him to obey. When he did with no hesitance, you got off the bed and as you stood in front of him; you pushed him so that he laid on his back, and as soon as he hit the bed, he lifted himself up to an extent: his elbows pressed into the mattress, and his eyes were watching intently in anticipation.
Hesitantly, you crouched down and reached for his belt, fiddling with the buckle until it was free, and revealing his underwear, under which he was practically throbbing already. You knew he was enjoying this.
You bent your head slightly, wrapping your tender, fragile fingers around his cock, sliding your fingers up and down the length and watching his expression every now and again. He didnât utter a word; he didnât seem to flinch at all; and he didnât show any other sign of pleasure. You needed to try harder, and thatâs exactly what you were going to do. Dying today wasnât on your To-do list.
You let your mouth do the work; it joined your fingers as you brought your lips to his tip, then practically consumed as much of his length that you could; then, you moved back up as you felt your gag reflexes act. You continued on with your best effort but he still would not react.
Were you doing everything wrong? Was he still going to kill you? You had no experience in this kind of thing, so the first thoughts that flooded your mind were thoughts of doubt. After letting go and panting, you looked up to him in frustration, running a shaky hand through your messy hair.
âCould do better,â he seemed exhausted; almost like he was no longer interested or feeling patient, âOne second, maâam.â
Gwang-Il sat up, buttoning up his pants again and sorting himself out before standing up again and walking toward a cabinet. By cocking your head, you could narrowly see that he was grabbing something out of a drawer.
When he turned around, you were puzzled. He held the ends of a piece of string as if he was presenting a gift. It soon clicked; as it did, you moved as far from him as possible - as far as the walls would let you.
âPlease. Y-You donât have to do this⌠Please! Please, Iâm begging you⌠I donât wanna dieâŚâ Tears had already broken through again, breathing inconsistent as you continuously snivelled, begging with sweaty palms sliding past each other and your knees forced against the floor.
âPlease, I swear Iâll do anything! Please!â
âWipe your tears. Iâll make a proposal,â he started, gesturing that youâd come over with a single finger, âIf you want to live, you become my property from now on. I canât let you leave here alive, so Iâll just keep you. Donât frown, itâll be quite fun, you know?â
Fun? Was life really that much of a joke to him?
In your helplessness, you nodded, but you knew you would try to escape one day. You just had to play along for the time being. Wiping your tears, you looked at him through red, glossy eyes.
âWhat in any of this do you find so pleasing? Huh?â You held in the urge to snarl.
âWell, I donât know. You see,â he closed his eyes briefly, âthe moan of pain⌠Itâs something.â