Chapter 30

Nari

My neck ached from trying to get the gag out of my mouth, but it didn't budge. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't loosen the material around my wrists and ankles. I put my head on the bed to rest my neck. He had stripped me of my underwear and tied me up, only to leave me in the bedroom after I tried to run away with my passport. I should have planned it better. He was pissed because he had tied my wrists behind my back.

How did I miss the fact that he was crazy?

He portrayed himself to be a regular guy. Other than rushing me into the wedding, I couldn't think of a single thing that gave him away. I groaned and tried to roll onto my side in the hope that I would see some scissors somewhere. I paused and looked towards the bathroom, but it would be impossible to get there and stand up with the way he'd tied me up.

When I tried to shuffle my feet, the cotton ties wouldn't budge. I rolled back onto my stomach. I'd struggled so much that I was in the middle of the bed, and my head had no pillow to rest it on now. Dr Zieburg kept playing on my mind, but when I asked him what he did to him to make him suffer, he wouldn't tell me.

His Dad didn't hesitate to slap me, and I'd only met the man twice. He never told me what his father had done to him or what kind of violence he'd seen growing up. Mr Jeon was the type of man who put everyone down, and if someone did do better than him, he would smile on the outside and burn on the inside. I heard the door creak open, and my head snapped up to see Tae.

"My apologies, I had to nip out and get something for you," he drawled as he walked towards me.

He was too calm and polite. I didn't like it.

He didn't stop beside me, and when I looked for him, he was at the foot of the bed. I faced forward again because my neck had no support, and I was tired from trying to get loose. He had been gone for a while.

"Since you've been a bad girl, I thought you should be punished," he continued, but I felt the bed dip down, and I closed my eyes.

Tae fucking me wasn't exactly a punishment. He tugged my underwear down to my ankles. He settled over my legs before he parted my ass cheeks and spat on me. I tried not to tense up, but then I felt him push something inside of my ass, and it wasn't his finger. I gasped against the gag as a tingling sensation led way to a stinging one. The sadist began to move it in and of me, making it burn as he rubbed my insides with it.

"I had to find the perfect piece of ginger to carve out," he said as he pushed his hand between my thighs.

I felt his fingers brush against my pussy, but he pulled his hand away.

"Interesting. You're still wet," he said, sounding satisfied with the knowledge.

I began to speak, but instead, I babbled incoherently as he pushed the ginger deeper. I could feel the ball shape at the end because I was terrified he would push it in so deep that he wouldn't be able to retrieve a spice that I used to love to cook with. I would never look at another piece of ginger again and not think of this moment. As if to reinforce the thought I could smell the strong ginger scent in the air.

He leaned over me, and I felt his clothed body against my naked flesh.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he said as he moved my hair away from my face.

I began to shout obscenities at him, but halfway through my tirade, I switched to begging because the more I tried to buck him off me, the more my asshole tightened around the ginger. The burning sensation did not let up, and I put my cheek on the bed before trying to calm down.

"If you ever try to leave me again, I will add gochujang paste on the ginger before I shove it up your ass," he whispered before he began to kiss my neck and shoulder.

My eyes widened in horror at the thought of the red chilli paste inside of me. I was still in shock as he got off me and casually walked towards the door. I began to plead through the gag as he stood and watched me for a moment.

"I will be back soon, and that ginger had better still be in your ass when I get back," he said with an unreadable expression.

With that, he shut the bedroom door behind him. I stared at the door in disbelief before taking deep breaths. The tears eventually came when I lay there with a burning ass rim and feeling sorry for myself for being duped by a dickhead. I bit down on the material in my mouth and continued to take laboured breaths through the discomfort as I wondered how many other non-violent methods of torture he had up his sleeve.

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His hand rested on my back as I looked down at the bathroom floor. He had me bent over his knee in the bathtub. When I heard the shower turn on, I felt relieved.

"Spread that ass for me, baby," he said as the shame and humiliation made my stomach churn, but I was desperate for the water to rinse off any ginger residue on my ass.

I reached behind me and did what he asked, and instantly I felt the lukewarm water on me, followed by his fingers washing my ass. The burn from the ginger had started to fade by the time he got back, or my tolerance level had increased, but there was no way I could let him near my ass with chillies. The thought of it made me want to throw up. I grunted when he pushed his finger inside my ass.

"The first thing I'm going to do when your pregnancy test is positive is fuck this tight little asshole again," he said as the water continued to pour over my ass. "You really did enjoy getting your ass fucked."

Yeah, that was before I knew you were a lying shitbag.

"Part of me hopes you never try to leave me again," he said as he began to fuck me with his finger. "But my dark side wants you to, so I can punish you again and again."

I couldn't see anything but the white floor and his foot as I dangled over the edge of the bathtub. I stared at the white marble tile as my heart beat faster, but it was in fear and temptation. I was curious about what he would do to me if I were a bad girl, as he put it. He pulled his finger out of me, and I remembered the chillies.

No, fuck that.

I'd never been courageous. Even as a child, I would shy away behind my parents if anyone tried to speak to me. When I was teased by a couple of other kids for my Korean looks I never told my parents, but I was grateful for my close friends to lean on. Yet my sister was like a frikking bulldozer. She took zero shit from anyone, and she was half my age.

He put the shower head under one of my hands, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Hold that," he said as the water ran down my crack, but the pressure felt better as the shower head was closed to my sensitive ass.

He began to play with my pussy, and I clenched my eyes shut because I knew I was wet. I was grateful he didn't say anything humiliating, as I could only take so much in one day.