Chapter 1 - Crimson
The day had finally come. Today was the day that I finally got to board the plane to Korea for my college exchange program! It took me forever to get my parent's consent for this, as they were very apprehensive and wary of sending me to a foreign country to live with total strangers by myself.
It took literal ages, but I finally had succeeded in convincing them by making a very compelling power point presentation of how being a student in Korea would benefit me later in life, and I am so happy that they finally agreed to my proposal. Especially since it has been my dream to live in a foreign country even for a short amount of time. The potential life lessons and learning experiences were endless! I just hoped that I got along well with my host family.
I wasn't sure as to why a grown ass adult such as myself even needed parental permission to do what I wanted with my life and education, but if I didn't receive their blessing on such a matter and went anyways, I would more than likely be hunted down to the ends of the Earth and beaten with the nearest object in my Father's field of vision.
As my hobby is learning languages, I am multi lingual. I try to learn as many languages as I can possibly get my hands on seeing as it is my one talent. Since applying to be schooled in Korea I had much of the language down pretty fluently, so luckily communication would not be a problem. Nor would cultural differences for the most part, as I was sure to study up on that as well. I don't like offending people, even accidentally.
I sat in my room, packing random necessities into my very large black suitcase.
I have a Mortal Kombat shirt that was much too large for me, so I simply wear it as a night shirt when I sleep. For reasons close to my heart, this shirt was like a favorite teddy-bear, so I always packed it for trips. It was like an old friend that I simply couldn't do without no matter the circumstances at hand.
I started by packing the over-sized shirt in the suitcase. It would provide me some form of comfort if I needed it, being so far from home and all.
Apart from that I packed my normal everyday clothing. My Father always scolded me for wearing such baggy clothing. 'Dress like a lady for once', he would always say but tight and form-fitting clothing felt like complete and utter strangulation to me. They just felt... Unnatural.
My undergarments came next, which were generally very black and lacy per my preference, which was odd if you were to compare them to the rest of my attire. However, I still preferred to opt out of the whole concept of wearing undergarments in the first place. It's not like anyone is going to see them in the first place, and they too were an incredibly uncomfortable nuisance.
Toiletries and other random items that I thought would be of use came lastly, most of which were packed on my carry-on since my baggy clothing took up quite a bit of space.
I stared dreamily at my bags, finding it kind of funny that the entire contents of what was to be my life in Korea fit snugly and perfectly in this large suitcase (and carry-on backpack), which was astonishingly heavy and difficult for my small frame to lift. Luckily though, it had wheels so that helped a ton in moving it.
After fumbling around and moving everything I packed next to my bedroom door, I sat on my bed and sighed. As much as I was excited for a new adventure in my life, I would miss my family and I would miss my room. This is one place that I could always come in times of stress and just lock myself in to escape from whatever ailed me.
I contemplated many things as I stared at the grey walls of my bedroom. Their color always reminded me of the sky when it was about to rain, which soothed me. I've always enjoyed the color of sky before a downpour. It reminded me of my childhood, lost memories frozen by time that only reoccurred in bits and fragments of the total picture that once was and never will be again.
I soon found myself daydreaming and staring into space, ultimately lost within my mind that was full of mystery and endless possibilities.
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"(Y/N)!" my mother called up the staircase, "Come on, you are going to be late for your flight, we gotta get going so haul ass or I will just keep you here forever!"
"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed.
I had lost track of time while being lost in my thoughts, as per usual. I rushed down the staircase while lugging my very large suitcase behind me with moderate amounts of difficulty. Damn stairs...
As I made it down, my mother was waiting at the bottom to help me with my luggage. She was much stronger than me, both mentally and physically. Having raised six kids and all meant there was no feat too difficult for her and if there was, she never let it show. She was a very strong woman who had been through a lot in her life, but I admired her greatly for overcoming every hardship thrown her way with grace, dignity and an iron fist that could admittedly be terrifying from time to time.
I followed her outside to the car and helped her load my things into the back of our dusty old maroon station wagon before it was time to say heartfelt goodbyes to all of my siblings.
My Father opted out, preferring to stay inside and grumble at the news. We weren't super close due to various reasons.
My oldest brother, being twenty-seven, just gave his usual grunt, awkwardly half-hugging me while refusing to look me in the eye. Affection simply wasn't his forte but hey, I get that.
My younger brother, aged twenty, the 'middle child' actually mumbled small words of, "Stay safe and all that shit", before hugging me limply with his lanky arms. He inherited his personality from my oldest brother it seemed.
My youngest brother, aged seventeen, was actually extensively bummed about me leaving since he always proudly and very vocally declared to the world and all others who would listen that I'm his favorite sibling, so his parting words were "You better play video games with me online while you're gone, or I'm coming for your ass, bitch", followed by, "And send me pictures of cute boys." Adorable.
My little sister was definitely the saddest to see me go, as she kept holding on to me and crying. She had always clung to my side and looked up to me a lot, so I coddled and babied her and it definitely showed. She didn't say anything decipherable by any human through her blubbering, so I simply reminded her that she was eighteen and an adult now, so she needed to learn to be independent of me for once, to which she furiously nodded before burying her face into the sweater of my less-than-pleased youngest brother.
After reassuring everyone that I would be okay to those that cared and saying my final goodbyes, I got in the passenger side of our vehicle and my mother started driving me to the airport as our familiar house that was not quite white, yet not quite yellow faded slowly in the distance of the passenger side mirror.
"Are you sure you will be okay, spider monkey?" she asked me after a bit of driving as her brow furrowed with worry. She has not called me that nickname in a while since I have gotten older, so she must be looking at me like a baby again. I was her daughter after all. I understood her worries.
"I will be just fine, mom. Nothing bad is going to happen. South Korea is a much safer place compared to ((insert your country)) if you look at it statistically. That is why you approved of me going in the first place." I told her with a caring smile.
She let out a loving motherly chuckle and nodded her head.
"I will really miss you. Please be safe, and call me as soon as you get there and as often as you can. I know the time zones are different but I will pick up your call anytime, day or night." she said.
"Don't worry mom, I will." I reassured her softly.
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We reached the airport after a peaceful and quiet drive that felt nearly surreal. I gave my mom a tearful hug and kiss goodbye, but she quickly stopped me as I began to walk away to unload my baggage.
"(Y/N)... I know that there was one person that you weren't able to say goodbye to. The one person you want to see most above all. But just know, he is always with you. When you miss him... call me, hug your shirt like you always do and I'll take you to him to talk."
I began to furiously tear up. My emotions were already on the brink of overwhelming me and as much as I loved my mother, I didn't need that reminder of the hole that was missing from my heart.
"Ok, thank you Mom." I forced out, displaying the most composed face that I could possibly manage as I struggled with myself internally.
She helped me unload my things and I wheeled them into the airport, unable to bring myself to look behind me as I did so before locating the correct terminal and going through the painstaking process of boarding the airplane. I was a bit nervous as I had never ridden in an airplane before, but I did look at the statistics and decided to take my chances. After all, it was more common to die in a car accident than an airplane so most of my worries were gone. But only most. I had to give myself sudden reminders that were would be no mother-fuckin' snakes on the mother-fuckin' plane.
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After a good hour or so waiting around in the uncomfortable airport chairs at the correct gate, I was finally able to board my flight and took my designated seat next to the window as I waited for departure anxiously. When the airplane took off I found that I was initially a bit scared and alarmed at the amount of shaking and rattling of the contraption, but the feeling slowly subsided when we were in the clouds. I stared out the window amazed at the fluffy white pillows and the land below us. After a couple layovers filled with anxiety and inner turmoil, I was on the plane that would finally take me to my final destination. Seoul.
I started out the window once more upon boarding and eventually I drifted to sleep as I was lulled by the peacefulness of it all, my anxiety finally drained by sheer exhaustion.
Before I knew it, I was being woken by a very pretty stewardess.
"Wake up miss, your flight has landed." she said with a cheery smile on her face. I always saw women like her in movies and such and I had always wondered if they were really that happy all of the time, or if they just had to be. I think it's the latter of the two, however this woman seemed as if she was a genuinely nice person.
I thanked her, rubbing my eyes and running my fingers through my long black hair to try and tame the sleep tousled look about me before I grabbed my small carry on backpack and started to un-board the airplane. After dealing with unloading myself and all of that ruckus, I went to baggage claim and picked up my heavy black suitcase with the help of a terminal employee as it was a bit too heavy for me to retrieve myself. Luckily, I could then wheel it off on my own.
I gave a small bow to the man for helping me and wheeled my luggage to the outside of the airport. I then, (again with people helping me with my obnoxiously large luggage along the way), boarded an airport shuttle van that took me to an area where I could hail a cheaper taxi to get to my destination, seeing as how airport taxi's were much more expensive in the long run.
As I finally hailed and boarded the taxi, I took out two small crumpled pieces of paper from my pocket in which I had written the address of my host family on. One with the street and another with the house number. They used to be one piece of paper but they accidentally got in two torn and I was much too lazy and chaotic to re-write it. I gave it to the taxi driver and departed once more.
As we drove I rolled down the window, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of Korea. I felt so happy in that moment. I was in a foreign country! It was so interesting, exciting and new to me that I almost could not comprehend it all.
I quickly called my mother and let her know that I had arrived safely and soundly and she seemed very relieved and a lot less worried at this point since she was afraid that this whole endeavor was going to end up like the movie 'Taken'. I laughed at that fact and we chatted for a bit, then hung up after exchanging a few words of love.
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Eventually, we arrived at my destination and the nice taxi driver helped me unload my luggage. I paid him and he drove away, leaving me alone in the front of what appeared to be an estate of some sort. The front had large black iron looking gates that were quite fancy and intricate in appearance with triangled spikes crowned by a single sphere on each point and swirls and twists of metal that resembled the tight curls of pumpkin vines. Stone walls surrounded the rest of the house like a fortress and all kinds of climbing ivy decorated the walls in a blanket of endlessly lush and green leaves.
Whoever lived here must have a lot of money, and that kind of intimidated me since I had to save up for a long time just to afford to pay for my expenses here. Still, I would not let it get to me.
I Looked once more at the house number on the crumpled piece of paper. 801. The house numbers matched. I pulled my luggage up to the gate, sat my carry-on on top of it and forcefully pushed open the large iron gates.
The gates opened with a long high-pitched creak, although they were heavy and took a bit of force to push open. I then started pulling my luggage up the stone path and closed the gates behind me with the same loud creak but I was then stopped in my tracks as I took in the marvel that was the yard and house before me.
The yard was, much like the outside wall, lush and green and full of all kinds of flowers and vegetation that were artfully and intricately placed all around the yard. Several kinds of blooming trees decorated the landscape and there was a large pond filled with coy-fish of many different colors and patterns. Everything was so masterfully placed that it looked like something out of a fairy tale.
There were several interesting statues and gargoyles decorating the estate as well, which both confused and intrigued me. Some were amazingly beautiful and were in shapes of scantily clad men and women in dramatic poses. Others were a bit creepy but still artistic and intricate, branded with faces which were twisted in agony and woe, to be forever frozen in time with such painful expressions. It made me feel a bit sorry for them, even if they were inanimate.
The house was more of a mansion than a house at all and was a familiar cloudy grey color that reminded me of my bedroom walls back at home, but with the slightest hint of blue that made it look slightly surreal and dreamy to an extent. It was large and tall and had many curtained windows, all of which looked as if they were cloaked in black velvet. It was certainly a sight to behold and had me gaping at the aesthetics of it all.
In a dream-like state, I slowly walked up the path to the house, all the while drinking in the sights and feelings of the place. The speckled marble pathway leading to the house was even very well maintained with not so much as a speck of dirt on it, which sounded impossible. How could anything be so amazingly pristine?
After a bit of a fight with my things, I had finally arrived to the front door, having struggled a fair amount to make it up the steps with my luggage. It was a very large, skillfully crafted door with black accents complementing the grey in a beautiful way. There was a large iron door knocker that was held in the mouth of an iron gargoyle or creature that vaguely resembled a lion in the very center of the door. It looked a bit strange, but I nonetheless grasped the heavy knocker and gave three good loud knocks.
No one answered. I waited for a minute, then I knocked three more times. This time, the door creaked open. I looked to see who answered but there was no one beyond the door. Just a very antiquely decorated, dimly lit room.
I pulled on my luggage and warily let myself in while closing the large door behind me. I immediately stood in awe of the interior decoration. The first room beyond the front room, a sitting room almost it seemed, looked to be almost like a small ball room and was decorated with black and red furniture that you could tell was extremely old and well preserved for it's age. As I saw from the outside, heavy black velvet curtains hoisted by large brass curtain-rods covered the windows, trailing to the floor in a waterfall of luscious fabric.
There was an enormously grand crystal chandelier hanging from the very center of the room. It was so clear and clean that it looked as if it were made of ice that would start melting any second, but would not. The ceilings were high and dome-shaped and the wallpaper was red with little black butterflies in various positions of their wingspans decorating them with the smallest hint of gold speckling their wings. The carpets were the deepest black I had ever seen and there was not a speck of dust anywhere I looked. In the center of the room was marble ballroom floor, which spiraled in black and white as if it were going to hypnotize you upon first glance. This house was a true masterpiece the more I looked at it.
Beyond the chandelier there was a double sided staircase that led to the upstairs, with a singular door between them on the ground floor. Various paintings decorated the walls, although it seemed as if there was no set theme to them as I looked from afar. Possibly I could find a connection if I looked at them a bit closer.
I abandoned my luggage for a moment and started slowly walking further into the ballroom in a daze of wonder and amazement. There were several doors leading to other rooms on this first floor, but all of the doors were shut.
I quickly snapped out of my daze and realized that I had not encountered a single person thus far. Were they not home? I was just sure that they would be waiting for me and expecting my arrival by now.
I took a cautious breath and mustered the courage to speak.
"Hello?" I timidly asked into the dimly lit room. "Is anyone here?"
There was no response, so I repeated myself, much louder this time.
"Hello?!" I half shouted.
I took a couple steps toward the nearest door and tried my luck at the clean, crystal door knob. Damn, it was locked. I sighed and started walking back toward my luggage so that I could retrieve my phone and call someone to see where my host family was.
I took one step, then another. Suddenly, I heard the door behind me creak open. Before I could turn around and without warning, someone grabbed me by the waist with their left arm and began holding me very tightly and closely against their hard and firm body. I immediately attempted to scream but was unable to, as the man then covered my mouth with his right hand. I could tell it was a man just from the feeling of their dense body against mine.
I tried to struggle and break free from his grasp, but he was much too strong and I could not free myself from his hold no matter how much I squirmed and flailed. I whimpered pitifully, tears rolling down my face in fear and confusion. I tried to take vision of my captor, but I could not see his face due to how tightly he was holding me.
"Shhh... be quiet and hold still. Or I will have to punish you." a deep clear voice whispered into my left ear.
I became more alarmed and did the only thing that I could think to do. I kicked backwards with my right foot, striking the man in the shin.
He increased the intensity of his grip on me to the point where it almost hurt. I squealed at the tightness and began to cry loud sobs into his hand. I was beginning to panic to the point of hyperventilation.
"Now now, that's a bad kitty. I told you to put your claws away. Now, I have to punish you.." said the deep voice as he put emphasis on the word. He let out a sadistic giggle and buried his face in my shoulder. I could feel the hot air of his breath on my skin, and it sent goosebumps of terror over my whole entire body.
The man then took a long deep breath and shuttered. He... was smelling me. Why was he smelling me?! What the hell is he going to do to me?!
"You smell so very yummy, sweet kitty." said the deep voice with a hint of some extra emotion in it that I could not identify for the life of me. It wasn't quite lust, but something eerily similar.
The man jerked my head to the right, further revealing the left side of my neck. Using his mouth only he tore the shoulder area of my shirt completely away and began to suck and lick on my shoulder in small circular motions. He took his time, savoring the flavor of my skin and letting small deep moaning sounds escape his lips as he did so. He seemed to be enjoying himself all too much.
I tried to struggle away once more, but the stranger would not allow my freedom. I cried even harder into his hand as he pulled me backwards, landing on the nearest fainting couch. He held me tightly and securely as he tucked me into his lap like a helpless doll, all the while not allowing me to catch even a glimpse of his face. He breathed in deeply once more, savoring the scent of my neck before slowly licking my shoulder all the way to my earlobe in a slow, wet motion.
I shuttered to my very core in response and whimpered into his hand once more, tears streaming down my face and soaking his hand. He seemed to like that immensely, as he then laughed deeply and almost sensually into my ear.
"See? That's a good kitty." he said, slightly grazing my earlobe with his teeth.
"Just let go and accept your punishment." he whispered deeply as he harshly ground his lower body into my backside lustily with a slight hissing sound escaping his lips.
The man then began sucking on my neck once more before biting my neck, sinking his teeth into my skin and piercing my flesh in one horrifying instant. I screamed into his hand in terror, pain and disbelief as I shook uncontrollably.
I felt hot liquid flowing from my neck as the man sucked harshly and hungrily at the crimson substance flowing out. He was breathing heavily and moaning in pleasure with each tight suck of the seal he had on my wound, all the while fiercely grinding his body against my small helpless frame, his manhood growing bigger in response to his actions.
I soon began to lose the strength to struggle as I fell slightly limp in his grasp, succumbing to his will like a trapped gazelle. Only then did he loosen his grip on me, but I had no strength left to try to escape and he knew it.
He released his mouth from my neck, licking the wound, and the room began to spin and become dimmer and dimmer as my consciousness faded in and out.
"You taste so heavenly kitty, you really do. I'm afraid I'm going to have to keep you forever now."
That was the last thing that I heard before everything went black and I lost all sense of myself. I passed out from shock and blood loss, only the deep resonating sound of his laughter left echoing in my very being.
