Trapped

Chapter 10

Usually he had not been able to hold himself long enough to let only his eyes savoring the beauty of the boy. He would quickly be blinded by his lust, overpowered by his enormous wants. Now as his sane mind took control, he could see everything the boy had for more than a glance.

King Jongin placed Kyungsoo's hand small hand to his much larger one, palm down. Lazily caressing the soft skin using his thumb, he studied every detail his eyes found. The boy had narrow, child-like palms, but his fingers were long and graceful, with slightly angular fingernails accentuate the tips. There were barely visible veins; he only saw a thin line of faded blue color on the inner side of the wrist.

He ran feathery touches over the servant's thin wrist, forming small circles. So small and fragile. Adding a bit pressure, he gently rubbed his calloused finger onto the smooth silky skin.

Kyungsoo's breath hitched at the back of his lungs. He obediently relaxed into the touch, taking what was being given to him. He should. It was his destiny to devote his unconditional surrender toward his king. His present and future belonged to his king.

King Jongin stared at the delicate, dainty hand in his hold. What made the boy special? The boy stubbornly lingered in his mind, making a day without touching him to become unbearable. He felt an enormous bliss whenever he wrapped his arms over the frail body. To feel the boy's heat had somehow put him at ease.

The boy was a warm summer breeze finding its way into his lungs, which only inhaled the coldest northeast wind before. It was not his fault that he then wanted more of the boy's warmth; he hungrily took big gulps of warm air, as much as his lungs could hold.

King Jongin traced his thumb over the small wrist, barely touching the skin. Everything belonged to the boy was so soft and delicate. No living thing should ever be blessed with this kind of perfection. Humans were weak. Humans were greedy.

He never believed in Gods and Heaven. As a king he ought to take the most important role in every ritual in his kingdom, and so he conducted The Royal Great Ancestral Rite several times in a year. All solely because he was obliged to. He did not put his trust in anyone, why should he surrender himself toward something that could not be seen? He settled his destiny and decided his own future.

If such things existed, he wondered if these were the God of Creation's hands would look like. And if the frail, fragile as glass hands belonged to the Creator, to whom his hands might belong to? To the Destroyer?

Maybe they were. At least to the boy.

He was destroying the boy. As if he was just tasting the most delectable food, greed grew into him. He grasped his heavenly food tightly in his hands. His claws pierced way deep inside, marking his possession, tight and merciless that the boy was on the verge of breaking, to shred into pieces. He had ripped and taken everything belonged to the boy, greedily snatching them all yet he could not feel satisfied enough that he ended up wanting more and more, demanding the boy to give his all. He knew that he eventually would break him. Even by then, he could not ever let go.

The desirous of possessing was too strong it started to suffocate him to the extent of pain. The boy was his. No one but him could ever lay a hand on the boy, and he would make sure to keep it that way. He had planted his signs all over the body, letting the world know that the boy was his. If marks on his flesh were not enough, he shall add other thing to seal his possession.

"Black pearl would look good on you," King Jongin muttered firmly.

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Kyungsoo's heart thumped so fast inside his ribcage he felt like it was going to rip out of his chest. Every soft feathery touch sent jolts of sensations, providing more fuel for his heart to pound harder. His once steady and composed breath began to pace, and his heart was racing rapidly at the time he should have felt relief, when he was finally released from the embrace.