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It was sad. Agonizing actually. You had moved to South Korea 6 months ago, and already, your grandfather is dead. The person you had moved and insisted on taking care of. After all, he had a brain tumor, and you both knew the inevitable truth: he was going to die. You helped make it as peaceful as possible, lying by his side, giving him food and fluids, and lastly, making him feel loved. That’s the least you could do since he showered you with unconditional love and wisdom a long time ago, when he was younger and healthier and could travel to your home country. Your grandfather was the only family member who had cared for you. Your Dad died when you were a teenager from cirrhosis, a liver disease caused by the overconsumption of alcohol for a long time. And unfortunately, your Mom was going down the same path. You tried to explain to her and help her, but you cannot help someone who does not want to be helped. Frankly, you were tired of feeling at fault for her continuation of drinking. How could she? After what happened to Dad? How could she possibly put you through that again? Mom just didn’t want to face reality.
Aside from all of the anguish in your past, you did not let that define you. You decided to stay in South Korea because it wasn’t like you had much of a life back in your country. And moving back would’ve meant back with your mother, which would definitely lead to an unavoidable depression, watching her drink her life away. You attended university in hopes of earning a degree and obtaining a somewhat well-paid job. This of course was not cheap but luckily your grandfather had left a good sum of money behind for you in order to keep you stable in the meantime before you found a better job. Speaking of that, you are supposed to receive his will that he had entirely dedicated to you (because he was a lonely old man, who knows why), but it would take easily a year or longer. You don’t think it’ll be much but anything is better than nothing.
Time flew by and before you knew it, your grandfather's funeral was today. You showered, dressed formally, put decent makeup on, and looked at yourself in the mirror. You silently promised yourself you were not gonna cry and even if you did, there was no way there would be a lot of people at the funeral since he hardly had anyone, so that would save you from the embarrassment. You stepped outside your small but okayish apartment and called a taxi. Swiftly, you entered the vehicle and were on your way to the destination. You couldn’t help but have tears well up in your eyes. The thought that this sweet loving man was gone and torn away from this earth shattered you. Of course the only person in your life who held significance to you has died.
Flashbacks of the last moments with your grandfather hit you. You had stayed stuck by his side like glue, not wanting to depart from him out of fear he would suddenly pass away, leaving you with an immense amount of guilt. He didn’t deserve that. But surely that’s what happened. It wasn’t your fault, your grandfather kept telling you, “Oh honey, don’t you mind grabbing me a glass of banana milk from the store? I’ve been craving it.” You immediately shook your head, “I absolutely can in the morning! It’s too late now, and I don’t want to leave you alone… Not tonight.” He smiled then laughed at your stubbornness, “This could be my last sleep and all I want is a banana milk, you’re not that evil to deny a dying man's wish,” he exclaimed. God, your grandfather always found light in situations like this. He never once seemed to actually care that he was on his deathbed. He was 80 years old and obviously came to terms with the afterlife. “Okay, fine. I will retrieve your beautiful glass of banana milk to you, kind sir!” You said with a fake prestigious accent. You grabbed your jacket and wallet, giving him a forehead kiss goodbye as you went out to the convenience store. There had been this unforgiving gut feeling that told you to stay but it only seemed fair to accept his request. Arriving at the store, you felt a sudden quench of thirst. You walked around for 3 minutes before deciding that you wanted a nice cold chocolate milk. That had always been your favorite. Feeling satisfied, you handed the money to the cashier and mumbled a, “Thank you” before leaving with the drinks. As expected, the penthouse viewed room that held your grandfather, was silent. But eerily silent. Almost dropping the bag of goods, you sprinted over to your grandfather who appeared weirdly disheveled. He hardly moved as is, he was bedridden. Oh wait. Awe he’s asleep. “Oh come on Poppa! I have your delicious sweet treat at your arrival sir!” You teased. He didn’t move, not even a twitch. “Wake up, I’m being serious. You know this isn’t funny,” You shook him and realization hit you. “No no no no no. NO! Please Poppa wake up, not right now please. I can’t take this.” At this point, you had shoved and shaken him, looking for any sign of life. Feeling no pulse, you tried to open his eyes, hoping to see his pupils. No way. He was gone just like that. Had he done this on purpose? Did he know he was gonna die? But why would he prefer to be alone?
Y/n jolted in the seat of the taxi, sucked in by a bad flashback of her grandfather dying. All of it was so miserable. Calling the ambulance. Having the confirmation of his death. Being told he had already planned his own funeral and covered all the costs. It was a blur. For a month, all you did was go to class, home, sleep, repeat. You knew this was gonna happen soon so why did it hurt so bad? “It still hurts,” you whisper as you thank the taxi driver and head to the funeral venue. Good thing this is a closed-casket ceremony; otherwise you think you would’ve bolted out and bawled all the way home. As you entered the funeral, you were met with a surprise. There had to be at least 50 people, all people whom you’ve never met. This was going to be much harder than you thought. You pulled out your neatly folded piece of paper from your purse, you stared at the speech you created. Now you felt nervous. Had there have been less people and more recognizable faces, this would be easier. But, you stay true to your words and understood that if you decided to not do the speech, it would haunt you.
You made a beeline to the food that was made for this event and grabbed a small plate, trying to make yourself look distracted. After finding an empty table, you sat to enjoy a warm traditional plate of food. A deep voice interrupted your eating as an older man’s hand extended to yours and a bow simultaneously. You shook his hand and bowed back respectfully. He had to be around 45 years old and honestly attractive for his age. His clothes displayed a wealthy manner. “Sorry for your loss. Il-nam was a great presence to be around. He helped me get to where I am, work-wise,” The older man said with genuine sincerity. You replied with a soft smile, “Thank you. It’s not easy but he lived a good life, and I’m honored to know he’s helped others.” “Of course and my name is In-ho, it’s nice to finally meet you. He talked about you a lot. Mentioned how he wished he could’ve visited you more often but work didn’t allow him to.”
“I know and I don’t blame him. We all have shit we have to do and I never once held that against him.” You expressed, still smiling. Almost forgetting to tell him your name, “Oh and my name is Y/n but I believe you already may know that.” You chuckle as you say. “Certainly I do. And honestly it’s a shame tha-” In-ho’s speech is interrupted by a very tall mature man who is wearing an iron pressed suit, as if it’s tailored to perfection. His shoes glisten with the reflection of the room, a mirror almost. Beside him he holds a briefcase. You can’t help but notice how unbelievably attractive he is. He has a small look of concern on his face and he looks very business like. Like a salesman. “My apologies. I did not mean to disrupt your conversation.” He makes eye contact with you and has a smile plastered on his face. He looks and talks very formal. “I’m sorry Y/n, it’s work. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this celebration of life,” In-ho says with an apologetic tone. “No worries! Do what you have to do, I’m fine!” You insist. As the funeral goes on with displayed pictures of your grandfather, Il-nam, you can’t shake the interactions you’ve had with the guests here. All of them seem to end up saying that they’ve worked with Il-nam or that he’s provided something for them, a chance you think they said. As far as you knew, your grandfather had a small cafe shop that he operated, but it never had great sales. Who knows what he did in the meantime you thought to yourself, anyways it wasn’t like you could ask him so you just let it go. As some time went by, you figured you should go ahead and do your speech. You gracefully stepped up to the podium and to where the microphone is. Almost every pair of eyeballs in the room had set towards you. Before you were able to think about it too much, you pulled out your paper and began, “Hi all. I’m Y/n and here who lies before us is my endearing grandfather, Il-nam. As you all may know, he had an aggressive brain tumor. We were met with the unfortunate news that eventually, this was going to take his life-” You choke on your words and look up, connecting your eyes with your previous interaction, the handsome salesman. This was enough to bring you back to your eulogy, refusing to get embarrassed, “He has left such an impact on my life. Ever since I was little, he was so adamant on teaching me Korean that every day when he came to visit, whether I wanted to or not-” Letting out a giggle, “He would sit me down at our dining table and make me write essays on what we had done that day. It drove me crazy and stressed me out, but he always told me that one day I would appreciate him. I sure do. I appreciate him more than I could express. He taught me life lessons when no one else would. He provided me opportunities that otherwise I could not have taken without him. I could go on and on devoting my honor and gratitude to him, but I won’t bore you with that. Instead, let's take this moment to reflect and pay tribute to him this day. Thank you all for coming and for your kind words. You finish with tears in your eyes and a small smile. The room was filled with everyone bowing in honor of Il-nam. Seeing this made your heart warm, knowing his funeral is full of people who respect him.
As you make your way down the steps of the podium, you catch the salesman staring at you. Even when you made eye contact, he didn’t avert his gaze. He had a distinct look on his face that displayed curiosity. Feeling bold, you made your way towards him, never once looking away. As you stood right before him, you let out a tiny gasp, not realizing before just how tall he was. And now all the sudden he was very intimidating and a sense of weakness dawned over you. You decided to do a full 180 and leave but before you can, he places a hand over your shoulder, keeping you in place. “I see I did not properly introduce myself earlier. My name is Gong Yoo. What an endearing speech you had prepared.” He said with an almost disingenuous but perfect smile. You quickly replied, “O-oh you’re good! And thank you. I didn’t want it to be too long.” “No, not at all it wasn’t. I assume you’re left with a good fortune.” Gong Yoo assumed. You paused and questioned, “Hmmm. No, I mean I don’t know. I don’t get his will until a while later, and even then, I don’t think there’s too much. No offense to him but he wasn’t like a super successful business owner… Afterall he owned a simple cafe shop. Why do you say that though?” Gong Yoo had a surprised reaction but quickly contained his expression, “Oh, I must’ve miscalculated his business earnings. My apologies for the confusion.” You grinned, “It’s okay. I told him to expand his business but he insisted he was happy with what he makes, so I never pushed him. Owning that coffee shop seems good right about now. I’ve been blowing through my money because of university, I don’t have too much saved left but I’m hoping soon I’ll inherit it.” After basically confessing you’re tight on money to a total stranger, your face flushed with a hint of redness. “Well, I should go now.” You try to excuse yourself from the humiliation. Gong Yoo says quickly but courtly, “I can help with that, I have a proposition for you.” He removed a small card from his briefcase that contained three symbols: a circle, triangle, and a square. He grabbed your hand, enclosing the card inside your fist. “Call the back of this number if you are interested in earning some money.” He disclosed. Gong Yoo strode away with no further words exchanged. You examined the card and sure enough, a phone number on the back.
Once you kissed the casket and said your last words before burial, you were on your way home. You feel kinda guilty because today was solely meant for Poppa, but now you can’t stop thinking about Gong Yoo and the way his eyes twinkled with delight when he handed you the mysterious card with the phone number. This interaction kept you up all night, keeping you from falling asleep. That’s it, you decided. I’m going to call the number first thing in the morning.
When the morning came, all the memories of yesterday came flooding back. The burial of Poppa had actually made you feel better knowing that he had finally been put to rest, just the way he wanted to. With an instantaneous move, you picked up your phone and viewed the time: 9:30 in the morning. Perfect. You dialed the number and waited. First ring. Second ring. “Hi, um I was told yesterday to call this number?”
“Yes. I’m assuming you want to make some money?” The familiar voice of Gong Yoo responded.
“Absolutely, but how?”
“Meet me at this location I provided via text in an hour. Don’t be late.”
“Okay, do I-” He hung up. You took that as a no and proceeded to open your messages. You’re presented with an address to an unnamed building. That’s not sketchy, you thought to yourself.
After showering and putting on an outfit that displayed your curves, you felt confident to meet with him. You got into the taxi and told him the address; it was around a 15-minute drive. Once you approached the building, your anxiety started to flourish through your veins. You pondered, and really pondered before entering, is this okay? Is this even worth it? God, you hope you don’t get kidnapped.
Walking in, you’re met with nothing but darkness and hardly any windows. This building screamed dinginess. Immediate chills swarmed your skin and you quickly decided to turn around and leave, already regretting your decision. You roughly bumped into, yup, Gong Yoo and he did not budge. He stood there, undeniably handsome as ever, wearing yet another perfectly tailored suit that appeared brand new with his briefcase. His eyes were either incredibly dark or because of the poor lighting. Clean-shaven and a slight smirk pulls at his lips. You haven’t been this close to him and his expensive yet subtle cologne hits your nose, and oh boy does he smell good. After you’ve been obviously checking him out, he lets out a happy sigh, “Ready for a game?” He questioned, “A game? In here? And what does this have to do with money?” “Too many questions. You’ll get the hang of it.” He peers over at you, viewing your skeptical face, looking excited for what's to come. “This game involves money. You win, you get money. Simple as that.” “And what happens if I lose?” You have to ask this; he could be trying to play a sick game. “Good question. That depends. It will be a consequence.” He responds, growing increasingly more thrilled. “Wait, what will happ-” “No more questions.” He interrupts. “You’ll ruin the fun. Besides, you’ll earn money for your hard work. Let’s get to our first game. We will be playing hide and seek.” Your mouth drops open. This is starting to make sense. This building looks like it’s meant for this game, and it was scarily dark. Then you wondered, “This isn’t fair. What if you already know every hiding spot here? That puts you at a major advantage.” “Smart girl. This is an abandoned, unnamed building with no purpose. Perhaps you’ll just have to trust me. No, I’ve never been in here.” Gong Yoo says with a serious tone. You thought to yourself: Okay, it’s nothing too crazy and like he said, I’ll even get some money. Where’s the harm in that?
Gong Yoo stared at you. What an innocent girl, he thought. At first he assumed that you had known about the twisted games your grandfather used to operate, but it’s clear you don’t and now he’s about to have a whole lot of fun with you. Fun he wouldn’t have been able to have if Il-nam was still alive. Gong Yoo had been given very strict orders to never recruit you or even think about playing any sort of games. Looks like no one is here to stop him.
“I’ll do it. I’ll play your hide and seek game. Who’s going to be the seeker and hider?” You asked. Gong Yoo assessed your pure face and looked down at you like the prey you are. Helps too on the fact that you are very beautiful, quite perfect.
“Here are the rules to the game: I am the seeker and you are the hider permanently. If I find you, you lose. You are given one minute to hide before I seek. Any questions?” Gong Yoo states. “Yeah, what happens if you can’t find me?” “Then I’ll call off the search and for you to come out. You’ll win. Sound good?” He says in a way that seems like him not finding you isn’t gonna happen. “That sounds good. I’m ready when you are.” This feels easy enough. Is it weird that he’s challenging you to a game? Yes, but money is money. Gong Yoo breaks into the widest grin yet, causing his eye wrinkles to deepen. Damn he’s good looking. “Then we shall start.” Gong Yoo starts counting and you start sprinting. You do not want to be nearby.
Scrambling around the building, you notice there are at least 4 large rooms. But now you can’t remember which one Gong Yoo was in because everywhere your eyes landed was almost pitch black, aside from a small streak of sunlight peering in from the damaged blinds. Silence filled the room you decided to hide in. Feeling the intensity of not knowing if a minute has passed or not made your heart beat faster than ever. And now you had the urge to pee. That happened every time with this game. What horrible human reflexes. You think you found a corner, blocked in by dusty cardboard boxes and an office desk. You hurried under and moved the boxes in front to hide you, not that he could even see. As you sat there hiding, you started to feel nauseous and every beat of your heart became noticeable. This is terrifying, waiting to be found. You don’t even know the consequence. Silently hiding, you tried to listen for footsteps from his immaculate dress shoes and any sound of movement. None. So far so good, you thought. He’s not in this room yet at least. You were dead wrong. A crashing sound of the boxes that concealed your body came down and a large hand clung to your forearm, forcefully pulling you from under the desk. You squealed from the sudden intrusion; it was like a jump scare. “Found you. I win.” The salesman declared with a soft gleeful voice. Still holding on to you, he checks his valuable watch, stopping the timer on 52 seconds. It hadn’t taken him a minute and his face was full of joy, like he was anticipating for what’s gonna happen next.
“Wait what! How did you find me so fast? It’s so dark.” You yelp as you peek over at his large hand entirely covering your forearm, certain to leave bruises. “It was an easy hiding spot. I’m sure you can do better next time.” He replied in a mocking tone. “Okay, okay, I’ll take the consequence. What’re you gonna do? Chop off my hand?” You say with a stern but unserious voice. Unbeknownst to you, he would honestly really like that but he’s not gonna do that to you. Not someone as precious as you. Gong Yoo walks over to a particular part of the room and turns a lamp on, a small contained yellow light appears. He walked with such casualness. You hadn’t known that was there and you didn’t know why he knew. Anyways, it was better that way because now you could see him clearly, but not the entire room. As you stood with curiosity that enveloped your face, he strutted up to you, filling the space between you two. “Rules are rules.” Gong Yoo announced. Before you could reply, a rag soaked with an unknown strong substance was applied to your face causing you no choice but to forcefully inhale. “The fun is gonna begin,” Gong Yoo smirked.
You awoke with a pounding headache, the pungent smell of the toxic chemical you breathed in still lingered. Your eyes began to focus and reality struck you, realizing that there was a harsh gag in your mouth and your hands and feet, shackled to the surprisingly comfy red chair. You were entirely restrained and terror engulfed your face, leaving you with wide bloodshot red eyes and unstoppable tears flowing. You mumbled out with incoherent sentences and pure fright, “W-what is going on! Oh God please what the FUCK?” You hadn’t noticed but to your very right, the Salesman stood straight and was examining your face. He seemed to be in no rush or panic. Matter of fact, he looked painfully normal. You continued to spew your unintelligible words but as Gong Yoo began to make his way over to you carefully, you quickly shut up, taking in the gravity of the situation. Clearly you’ve been kidnapped and now he was going to do God knows what to you. “You can keep babbling or you can be a good girl and accept your punishment, as we had agreed on previously.” He vocalized with a slight smirk. Leaning down over you to make eye-to-eye contact, “Don’t tempt me so quick. Contain your tears for later, we haven’t begun yet.” You almost tried to shout back (like you even could) but decided it was best to contain yourself. Whoever this man is, he’s undoubtedly doing this as enjoyment and you didn’t want to press his buttons and find out. You accepted your fate, as long as you make it out of here alive, you’ll comply.
Gong Yoo returned to his towering straight position; you can’t help but look at his groin, it was directly in front of you. You swore you saw a bulge strain against his classy pants but you didn’t dare to truly acknowledge it. Breaking the silence, “52 seconds was it?” He said, already knowing the answer to his question. “Not even a full minute.” He tsked. He grabbed your face with one hand, forcing you to gaze up at him. “As long as you comply with your punishment accordingly, you will still receive a generous sum of money.” That’ll help get you through whatever he has planned; you did need the money. Shockingly, the Salesman began to remove your gag, now seeing it was black and bone-shaped, resembling a dog's toy. Relief washed over you, your mouth began to ache slightly from the prior stretched position of your mouth, you must’ve been out for a while. For a moment, you had remembered those crime shows explaining how victims gained their kidnappers' trust from the content and kindness they displayed. It was your best chance. “I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll be good I promise.” You ensured with honest eyes to the now scarily but still handsome looking man. He looked quite shocked at your response, assuming you would’ve been screaming for help. At that second, you inspected deeply into his eyes, wondering if there was a hint of guilt or nervousness. But he held his composure well, appearing as if this were another day for him. Gong Yoo unshackled you slowly, allowing you the chance to do something stupid like run but like you promised, you were good. He effortlessly picked you up bridal style taking you to a table. You didn’t know if you were still in the same building; disorientation consumed you. He flipped you over, forcing your stomach and face on the table, he laid his calloused hands on your hips, positioning you in doggy style. Thoughts flooded your poor head, not sure what to make of the sexually suggestive situation. You had been wearing a flowy dress that allowed easy entrance, oh how this was going to bite you in your ass. “Can you at least tell me what you’re about to do? I’m getting anxious.” You uttered with a weak voice. Not being able to see the Salesman from this view, he replied, “A punishment is a punishment. It’s not going to be fun for you.” He walked over to his sat briefcase and opened it, revealing a dark colored elegant wood spanking paddle. He let his fingers run over the paddle, exhibiting a subtle murmur from his mouth. As you heard his footsteps approach, you were waiting for the unknown to happen. You picked your head up and slightly turned enough to see him, gasping as you see what he holds. “What are you going to do with that?” Gong Yoo ignored your question and stepped closer, never leaving his eyes off your ass. He briskly lifted your dress, unveiling your bare ass, but fortunately left your panties on. You had decided to wear your favorite lacey pink panties, you silently cursed at yourself for doing that. There’s no doubt your face was immersed in a blush. You hadn’t tried to stop him and weirdly, the idea of him examining your rear like it was the only piece of ass he ever cared for made your core throb. You can’t remember the last time you got laid, besides it wasn’t ever too enjoyable. The only other man you had sex with a couple of times never cared for pleasing you. Since it was never gratifying for you, you never craved it. But this time you felt a certain dampness hit your underwear, you hope he can’t see that.
Gong Yoo leaned closer to you, practically breathing in your ear, “I could swat you 52 times but if you handle it well, I won’t make it last too long.” This sent a chill down your spine. “I-I won’t, I’ll handle-,” Out of nowhere, a sharp stinging pain struck your left ass cheek. You groaned loudly; it had hurt so bad. Surely that had left a large red imprint. You began to quietly weep. You didn’t deserve this for losing a simple round of hide and seek. Not wanting to provoke the man, you positioned yourself as still as possible, having taken a whipping like that very well. “Don’t try to save your tears now. If anything, now’s the time to cry, baby.” He rubbed his vast hand against your painful cheek, feeling the stamp his paddle left on you. You swore you heard him moan softly as he continued to inspect his damage. “I have to say, you’re doing excellent. Being so good for me. You must like this, huh?” You couldn’t reply; the shame and embarrassment were too much. The truth is, you did. You whimper as he grabs a fistful of your hair, forcing you to turn around and look at him, “You answer me when I ask a question. Don’t break your promise now.” You’re unable to stop the tears, “I’ve never felt like this before but the pain is too much, please be careful with me.” You continue to plead, hoping he’ll feel some sort of remorse for such a whooping. You focused on his eyes, now revealing black pupils, not a glimmer of soul behind them. It’s clear that the Salesman spent a lot of his time and money on his appearance to always look fresh and extravagant. But now you’re seeing a man who is slipping, like his façade is disappearing minute by minute. A few pieces of his nicely combed jet black hair lay in front of his eyes and a look you hadn’t seen before on him shed to light. Lust.
“Pain is a concept. You can control it. I won’t hurt you to the point of no return.” As you heard him, you can’t seem to believe the last part. You have no idea what you’re up for; for all you know he could kill you before today is done. Before you could think another thought, you witnessed him draw his hand as far back as possible, revealing an intense face of thrill, and he whelt your ass ten times harder than last time. You shrieked in agony. “Oh shit-” You resumed your whining as the pain kept getting worse, feeling the waves of torment, hitting you over and over. “Please please stop, oh my God it hurts so fucking bad please, sir I beg you.” Your pussy ached now. You’re doing nothing but exhibiting signs of masochism, being completely motionless as if you couldn’t get off the table and try to flee for your life. No, you let him. You do want to see what he’s gonna do with you. “You say that Y/n but I can see your enjoyment, I can feel it.” You flinch as he slides two of his fingers over the wetness of your panties, further proving how much of a slut you are. He slips your panties to the side, breathing progressively heavier, and forces his large middle finger inside of you, collecting your release. His finger is huge and it feels immaculate. Disappointed with the quick liberation of him from your wet hole, he stands beside you, forcing the same finger into your mouth. You obligingly sucked and kept eye contact; this turned you on more. You had to be a mess by now. With a content sigh, he removes his finger from your mouth and sucks it too, creating a pleasurable sight across his face. “You taste so good baby. Fuck, I need to.” Distress altered your mood as you asked quickly and suddenly, feeling terrified about what he could possibly need to do, “You need to what? Gong Yoo, shit what’re you about to do?” He disregards your question and flips you over. Now your back is lying against the table and you can perfectly see him as he cuts off your dress with a silver blade. Your eyes widen with genuine fear. What the fuck is he gonna do with that? You’re left in your undergarments as he demands you to remove them. Without hesitation, you comply and unclasp your bra and pull down your panties. Now completely bare, he spreads your legs in missionary style and looks down at your pussy then back up at you. He acknowledges your terror as you can’t stop staring at the sharp blade he holds. Grabbing the shackles he had previously used on you, he tied your hands to the table and let out a grunt. “Be nice and still, this will be over soon. Remember the money.” He states as you stare in disbelief. He’s holding a blade and telling you to remember what you’re gonna get out of this: the money. You hope it’s enough to cover your rent at this point.
He harshly pried your legs open; you didn’t fight it. The razor-sharp blade came down to your inner thighs, you winced as you felt the cold metal graze your skin. Peering up at Gong Yoo, he looked further disheveled and his tie hung out from his black and white suit. Sweat beads now forming across your forehead as you already know what’s gonna happen. He takes his left thumb and rubs your clit while simultaneously beginning his carving. You instantly recoiled from the penetration of the blade and blood gushed out, bright and crimson. You can’t bear to open your eyes. You're in a mix of pain and pleasure as he continued to knead your pussy, hitting all the right spots. Gong Yoo was somehow perfectly cutting into you, making multi-tasking appear easy. After the first stroke of the blade left your skin, your face scrunched up, unable to make much sound or movement. It was unbearable; you didn’t know how to react, or if to react at all. One sudden jerk could cause him to slice you deeper. His thumb started to move faster, tracing circles on your clit. You moan sheepishly loud and you feel his other hand observing his art, collecting your blood, the pain intensifying. You built the courage to open your eyes and see that his large dick had been removed from his pants and it spewed pre cum from his swollen tip. He lathered his cock generously with your blood. The sight disturbed you. This is what he wanted. To see your blood. “Please baby, don’t look at me like that. You had all the chances to flee but you didn’t. You want this.” He cried out while deeply looking into your eyes. His entire persona that he tried so hard to keep others from seeing has vanished. He’s fully gone now. Slowly, he began to extend his bloody hand towards your face, the same one that stroked his cock. He gave you time to stop him or tell him this was all a misunderstanding but all you did was sit up and allow him. The Salesman rubbed your beautiful face with your blood, he took a step back admiring the scenery. His dick pulsed; he was growing more impatient. In a split second, his face morphed into a cold apathetic man, not caring if you want it anymore. He slammed your body right back down and stepped between your legs. Grabbing his cock and slathering it all over your abused wound. He started to ruthlessly pump his dick with his fist, staring at your blood, then back at you. You were sobbing, you began to realize how wrong this all was and now the pain washed away all the pleasure you’d felt. Unfortunate for you, that made him need you even more. Gong Yoo untied your hands and fell back into the luxurious red chair next to the table. “Come sit on my lap, I need you so bad. Keep crying those pretty tears. I know in the end, you’re as insane as me.” He declared as he patted his lap, directing you. No, you thought. No, no, no, I can’t do this. Whether it was out of fear or pure disgust that you did enjoy this, you sat up fast and gained a surge of adrenaline, making a run for it. Shit, this was not the building you had been in prior to being incapacitated. You took a pause, taking a short moment to decide where to possibly go. There were at least 7 doors in this one enormous room. You run to the closest door, a blue door lavishly covered in stars and begin to wiggle the handle. It’s not fucking budging. You sprint to the door twenty feet away, not bothering to see the style, you furiously try to open it. You were running all over the place, looking like a terrified creature trying to escape its predator. None of the doors budged and you lost hope. You fearfully turn around and see Gong Yoo calmly sitting in the comfort of his chair, eyes on you while he continued to stroke his dick, letting out small moans while he threw his head back. What a sick fuck, he was getting off on this. You examined the situation, you were completely naked running around with tears falling from your eyes. You looked pitiful. “You fucking knew these doors wouldn’t open! I never had the chance to leave!” You spewed like venom. He paused his stroking and shoved his dick back into his pants and carefully sat up. “You’re correct. But you have to realize that you agreed to the consequence. The only reason you’re here is because of you; you made your choice. You called my number, met me here, and continued to play. I don’t understand why you’re upset.” He peacefully strolled towards you, unfazed. You didn’t know what to say, he was kinda right. “Well I don’t fucking want to anymore, you cut me! I’m bleeding!” You say while obviously submitting to him. He took his sweet time coming to you, ravishing your state and admiring your soaking wet eyes. He was gonna be gentle, but that wasn’t an option anymore, not after you disobeyed him. You stood there, heart thudding faster as the distance narrowed. There was no point in running; you were locked in here and there was nothing to use as a weapon.
Gong Yoo stood right before you, letting you take him all in. The dread on your face caused him to smile uncharacteristically, as if smiling was a chore for him. He gripped your throat in a tight clasp, making you choke and gasp for air. “I told you to comply and endure your punishment well. Now I see you cannot be trusted.” You let yourself be manhandled as he sat right back down on the chair yet again patting his lap. “Ride me.” He demanded. You nodded and inhaled a large breath of air as his hand was removed from your neck. You got on top of him, not maintaining eye contact, and sat cowgirl style. “Are you gonna ride an invisible dick or are you gonna take my cock out?” He said in an impatient tone. You mumbled an apology and reached into his pants, lowering them and taking his girth out. Shit he was long and thick, the guy you fucked before was nothing compared to him. You positioned his dick to your entrance, letting him feel the slick of your folds. He grunted and forced you down on his cock, he was in no mood for teasing. “Agh!” You winced in both pain and pleasure. He stretched you from the inside out and you swore he was hitting the tip of your cervix. He continued to lift you up and slam you down harshly. His eyes enjoying the view of your tits bouncing with each thrust and his hands grabbing at the fat of your ass. The pain began to disappear and nothing but satisfying moans left your mouth. You were enjoying this too much now. Did you have Stockholm syndrome?
Gong Yoo couldn’t cum from just putting his dick in you; he needed to see your blood. Well, he could now but he wasn’t gonna let your bratty defying attitude get away that easily. Without your knowledge, he gently probed his blade from out of his pocket and set it on the cut he made earlier. He sliced a tad deeper and swiftly put the blade back in its home, relishing the red blood leave from the injury. With his index finger, he gathered some of the gore and placed it on his dick, applying it like lube (not that you needed that). The cut was unbelievably quick and it took everything in you not to jump up and scream. He thrusted you through the pain, creating only a pleasurable sensation. This produced a large bundle of pleasure growing in your lower belly. You brought your head to his neck, on the verge of an orgasm. Breathing in his vanishing cologne and natural musky scent brought you to a convulsing orgasm. You squeezed tightly around his cock. Your fluids gushed out, mixing with your blood. “Gong Yoo, I’m cumming. Feels so gooooood.” You wailed, dragging the words out. “I knew it. After all these years of Il-nam hiding you like you were an innocent little girl. You’re not, you are as crazed as I am baby.” That seemed to send him overboard. With him still fucking you through your prolonged orgasm, “Always tucked you away and protected you. Shit he would kill me if he saw this. But he’s not here anymore to protect you from vile insane men like me. I’ll protect you. I’ll make sure no one else touches you.” You almost tell him to stop; his burial was only yesterday. Your body betrays you and it pushes you to another grueling orgasm. The idea of Gong Yoo, a much older man probably in his early 40s, pounding you so hard all while professing his claim over you, had you seeing stars. “Mmm, stop talking. I’m cumming again! Please Daddy-” You shudder and release every last bit of your juices while Gong Yoo rubs your clit, intensifying your orgasm. His eyes open wide to your assertion and bucks into you a couple more times before filling you up deep with his cum inside of you. Both of your bodies are involuntarily twitching from the immense pleasure. After a minute of the two of you regaining breath, clutching each other tight, the Salesman releases you from his cock with a popping sound. You look up at him with desperation and worry, wondering if this session is over. He returns a smile and nods, “My good girl. You took the last cut so well, you deserve a reward.” You sigh a relief and hardly stand up, your legs shaking and go to put on your dress. The fabric lay on the floor; that’s right, he tore it in half. By the time you managed to slip your bra and panties on, feeling somewhat less exposed, you still covered yourself with your hands, as if he had not just seen everything. Gong Yoo chuckles at the sight feeling pleased that you were still shy as ever. He lends you a nicely clean folded dress in your left hand and 500,000 won in your right. You inspect the Salesman, he slicked his hair to its original state and fixed his suit to its best ability. You're certain he’ll never wear that again, it’s covered in bodily fluids. “Oh wow, 500,000 won? Thank you, that’ll for sure go to my bills.” You nearly bow in respect but remember what he just did to you. “You’re welcome, you earned it. I can keep helping you. Give me a call when you’re ready for another game and a chance to earn a reward.” He searched his left pocket revealing a key and went to a yellow door that was carved in dispersed shapes of an umbrella. Without glancing back, he put the key in, twisted, and left casually like he had finished a business deal, leaving the door open for you to eventually leave. Now you were clothed and alone, merely understanding what happened. The sudden coldness of your pussy covered in his cum, kept in by your underwear, sent goosebumps over your body. You have no idea where your phone is; it might still be in that building. Deciding to get a taxi and head home first since you didn’t need it immediately and preferred to take a long hot shower. You stepped into your apartment, feeling comfort after a relentless day. You gaze down at the money you earned and begin to wonder how much he would give you if you had actually won. Turning to your right, you spotted your phone sitting on your kitchen counter. Wait, how did that get here? Looks like he knows where you live.