Korean Blood

Death or Me 2

The halls leading up to the elevator were covered with pictures of previous kings who ruled from nations all over the world, hence why he named it the Kingsman house. Each painting was an original copy from each ruler and had a handmade gold frame that was made from pure 24 karat gold. Making each paint worth well over millions.

Stepping onto the elevator Kwan began to wonder to himself what exactly he was going to do with Cyra. Lost deep in thought, Kwan hadn't realized that he had walked off of the elevator and was standing in front of the large red door that led to the warehouse. Pushing the door open, Kwan was greeted with Cyra who was still knocked out in a chair in the middle of the room under a dim hanging light. As he walked closer to Cyra he was able to get a closer look at her features.

“How did such a c**k pleasing dream of a woman fall into the hands of me?” Kwan questioned aloud as he leaned up against the wall in front of her. After watching her chest rise and fall for more than 10 minutes he decided it was time for him to go.

“Ugghh,” Cyra groaned as she began to regain consciousness.

“Would you look at that?” Kwan whispered to himself trying to not alert Cyra of his presence in the shadow in front of her.

Darkness was all that Cyra could see as she slowly peeled her eyes open, not knowing where she was and how she got there. Feeling like she had been run over by a train carrying ten thousand pregnant elephants, Cyra tried her best to remember what happened to her. Unknowingly her nose quickly became distracted by the odd scent of the room, it smelt of expensive cologne and fresh-cut wood, as if she was in a designer hardware store.

Without warning the memory of what happened came slamming back into her head. Causing her to have a slight panic attack, quickly she became hyper aware of everything. She had no feeling in her legs and her arms were too heavy to move. She could feel the panic overcoming her as the thought of her kidnapper coming back came into her mind.

“I need to get up,” Cyra thought to herself. After a few seconds of deep breathing Cyra was able to properly move her arms and legs. With the feeling regained in her limbs she realized that she was not tied down to the chair she was put in.

“Idiots forgot to tie me up.” Cyra said to herself with an annoyed chuckle. Taking in a deep breath Cyra pulled tightly at her core to lift her body up out of the chair. As her body began to slowly creak upward she had finally lost contact with the chair, she attempted to take a step forward but the feeling of dizziness took over. With the last little bit of energy she had Cyra leaned her body backwards into the chair in an attempt to not smash her face on the floor. Her uncontrolled body weight shifting to the chair caused it to slide backwards making a loud screeching noise as she landed into it.

“You just keep impressing me.” A man's voice said directly in front of her, causing a shiver to run down her spine. This whole time Cyra thought she was alone but there was someone in the room watching her.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” She yelled trying to hide the fear in her voice.

“Do you know that my men give everyone the same dosage of Simvastatin? It should normally take a person two to three full days to recover from a full dosage, let alone stand. But you, you are already up and running your mouth as if nothing happened.” The voice said with an amused tone that seemed familiar to Cyra.

“Wait, you're the guy from earlier aren't you? The tall Korean guy, right?” Cyra questioned.

Kwan had no response, he was becoming more and more impressed at how aware Cyra was even under the influence of drugs.

“Listen, I won't tell anyone anything about today if you just let me go. I don't know what I did wrong that made you this angry but I’m sorry.” Cyra tried to plead.

“Oh you did nothing wrong, it’s all you have done right that has put you in this situation.” Said Kwan.

Cyra had no idea what he meant nor did she care, all she knew was that she needed to escape. And she knew the only way to do that was if she could get him to turn the lights on so she could locate the door. “Can you at least turn on the lights so I can see you?” She asked.

“Clever girl,” Kwan thought to himself as he knew exactly what she was trying to do.

Without warning Kwan flicked the light switch on the wall next to him, bliniding Cyra. “f**k,” Cyra moaned, rubbing her eyes. Although her eyes were slightly blurred and burning Cyra could see the outline of a red door, she counted to groan and rub her eyes trying to hide the fact that she found her escape route. Leaning back in the chair Cyra was about to make a run for it.

“Before you make that dumb decision, don’t you want to know why I didn’t tie you up?” Kwan asked Cyra with an amused look on his face as if he could see right into her brain.

Cyra had no response.

“There was no need for me to tie you up because you are not going to run.”

“How do you know I won’t try to run away?” She snapped at him angered by his response because she was in fact about to attempt to flee.

“If you try to run I will simply catch you, and place you back where you belong, right in that chair waiting for my instructions.” He said plainly. “Besides you are too afraid to run and smart enough to know that you can't overpower me.”

“Or are you?” Kwan mumbled to himself as he watched Cyras muscles become tense as if she was preparing for take off.. “Have it your way, if you can escape me then do so but if I catch you.. I,” Kwan was cut off by Cyra springing out her chair and pushing the red door open and darting down the hallway.

In Cyra’s mind this was life or death she needed to give it all that she had to escape, but in Kwans mind this was hunting. The only difference is that his game had already been taken down, he only needed to collect it.

“Shit..Shit, where do I go” Cyra yelled as the only thing in front of her was a gold elevator, quickly she slammed on the up button hoping that the door would open as soon as she pushed it. Cyra was at a complete dead end, she did not have enough energy to try and run the other direction so she had to commit to the side she picked. Slowly the elevator door began to drag itself open.

“Brave woman you are Cyra, very, very brave indeed.” Kwan cooed out from behind Cyra. “However the elevator was not a good choice.” Kwan said now directly behind Cyra. Before Cyra could take one step into the elevator her body was lifted off of the floor.

“Put me down,” Cyra yelled as Kwan hoisted her body over his shoulder, walking back to the wearhouse room, sitting Cyra back into the chair where she started.

“Are you going to attempt that again?” Kwan asked.

Cyra had no response as she felt herself become more agitated as Kwan spoke. She had just used all the energy she had to run, and now she was completely drained and back to where she had started.

“Good because there would be no use in trying again besides angering me. So I will tell you this one more time before I become irritated with you, do not get up again.” Kwan said, slightly frustrated. Cyra knew that Kwan was not bluffing about anything he said.

He had a very firm build that made him look like he lived in a gym. His height also didn't help with his intimidating look to the naked eye he looked completely unapproachable. The truth was that Cyra just simply did not want to make him any more angry than he already was.

“You have a very impressive amount of strength and speed….” Kwan trailed off.

“So what?” Snapped Cyra.

“I just think you have pretty good DNA for producing strong offspring.” Kwan said with a slight smirk on his face. “I have everything I want and all the power I could ever dream of. However, as of recently I have been wanting something else. I want an heir to all of what I have created, in simple terms…..I want a son.” Kwan said, scanning Cyra from head to toe.

“Wait…wait, I know you are not asking me to have a child with you. Right?” Cyra asked, hoping this was some kind of sick joke.

“Great question, I was not asking you anything. I was simply telling you that there are only two options left for you. One, I kill you right here right now, or two you agree to be an incubator. You have seen far too many important faces today to keep living a normal life.” Kwan said plainly. “So what is your decision, Death or d**k?” Kwan asked with a condescending grin.