Korean Blood

Mine to Keep

“There is no way you are being serious, so you're telling me that if I want to live I have to basically become your f**k toy?!”

“You'll enjoy it, don't worry,” Kwan said to Cyra mincingly.

Thoughts were running through both Kwan’s and Cyra’s heads. Cyra trying to comprehend what was just asked of her and Kwan trying to decide how he thinks she will respond.

“I’d rather die,” Cyra muttered under her breath.

“What was that?”

“DEATH, I CHOSE DEATH SO HURRY UP AND KILL ME! I refuse to lie down with a murderer.” Cyra shouted knowing that she would rather die peacefully than be basically enslaved to this man.

There was only silence after Cyra’s loud proclamation. Signs of nervousness and anger were visible all over Cyra whereas Kwan had only a smirk to offer Cyra’s overwhelmed behaviors. This is exactly what Kwan wanted to hear, he took two steps towards her and bent downward so that he was face-to-face with Cyra.

“Nan-ige joh-a” (I like this one) Kwan said in a low sinister voice, breath drenched with the smell of mint, so strong that it caused Cyra’s eyes to begin to water.

“Oh don’t cry my lust it's only wintergreen,” Kwan said as he whipped at Cyra’s tears that he knew were not caused only by his minty breath.

“I've decided I’m going to keep you,-” Kwan was cut off by a wet sensation on his left eye sliding down to his cheek.

“f**k you!” Cyra protested after spitting what had felt like all the liquid she had left in her body in Kwan's face.

Almost as if nothing happened Kwan reached up and whipped his face off trying to get as much spit as he could onto his hand.

For a brief moment, Cyra felt victorious but that feeling of victory soon was washed away by fear, deep fear. As Kwan statered at Cyra with a blank unbothered stare,he raised his spit-covered hand in the air as if he was going to smack her across the face. Instead, Kwan just stood right in front of Cyra looking down at her. This time he didn't bend to her level at all he only stood, causing Cyra to really understand their size difference. Her head was level with his thigh area and his stance directly in front of her made it so that she was at eye level with his p***s.

Still, there was no movement from Kwan only the overwhelming presence of him directly in front of Cyra.

“Why are you jus-,” Cyra was cut off by Kwan yanking her by the nape of her neck so that her face would be looking up directly at his. Before Cyra could even think about speaking again Kwan took another step closer pressing her chin into his thigh to hold her head steady. With his left hand, he pulled her mouth open with an annoyed look on his face as he felt her trying to struggle against his tight grip. Then without warning, Kwan shoved his spit-covered fingers into Cyras's mouth touching and rubbing on every inch of her insides all while maintaining eye contact with her. Kwan wiped his fingers off her tongue to ensure she received every last drop of her spit back before releasing her head from his animalistic thigh hold.

“What a waste of good spit. Nado jom jwoyaji (I should give you some too).” He cooed.

With no remorse or hesitation, Kwan wrapped his hand around her jaw and began to squeeze. Causing her teeth to push into the sides of her cheek ultimately forcing her mouth open.

“Stick your tongue out.” He ordered.

Cyra shook her head no as she was unable to speak due to his forceful jaw pressure.

“Stick it out or I’ll take it out with a knife, you don’t need a tongue to have my children.” He said simply.

She could tell just by looking at him that he wasn't messing around and there was no other option but to comply. Hesitantly Cyra slowly stuck her tongue out squeezing her eyes shut knowing what was about to come. Then without warning a cooling sensation hit Cyra’s tongue, the taste of Mint began spreading all over the inside of her mouth.

“Now swallow,” He told her, releasing his grip on her jaw, causing her to violently cough.

“You Cyra are the only person that I have brought to this room that has asked for death,” Kwan said as he began walking back to the wall he was once leaning up against as if nothing had happened.

“There have been many men who have gotten on their knees and begged me to spare their lives offering me nothing less than their souls and power in return. They degrade themselves for the sake of living a longer life. But you Cyra, you would choose to simply end yours because you don’t want to give in. Which makes you perfect, do you know how much power you hold?” Kwan asked.

“As I stated before I would rather die than help you, I didn't say it for your praise. I never want to be connected to a psychotic man like you in any way I would rather burn.”

“As much as I would love to burn someone, you are too important to burn now. You are the soon-to-be mother of my children after all.” Kwan said disregarding the visible anger building within Cyra.