Lady first

"I'm pleased to finally meet you properly Mackenzie" he says smiling, stretching his legs out infront of him and leaning back on his chair. He is smiling. Wow!

I shouldn't be thinking this in my current situation, but he is a truly stunning specimen of man!

I'm sure that the kidnap victims guide to captivity (if there is such a thing) does NOT suggest that having such a strong sexual response toward your captor as a useful tool for securing release!

I watch him, and wait for him to speak. He seems to be doing the same. I have questions I want and need answering, but I have learned enough in my life so far to know that you don't just rush in with a whole bunch of questions, you take your time sussing out your opponent, bide you're time, wait for the right time, then ask! Better still, steer the conversation in such a way that the information is freely given by the target subject without any suspicion from them whatsoever!

Just as I become impatient with the silence and start to speak he does the same....

"I just need...." I say, then pause as he says

"Don't worry about..."

He grins at me. "Lady first" he says, gesturing for me to continue to speak.

"Well, Thankyou. I need to let my children know I'm safe, and maybe where I am! Out of interest, where are we?"

He stands, extends his slim elegant hand to me and crooks his index finger towards himself, indicating I should stand too. I clutch at the blanket and stand up. That smirk of his returns. We start walking towards the door that 'The wall' used to exit the room earlier.

"Your children are fine, they are safe, and will not be worried about you. They have been told you are working away for a while. They are happy for you, they are pleased you are getting out of your home. I think they are not liking their dad"

I stop and look at him.

"My kids know I don't work anymore, they would NEVER believe I left them for ANY reason without saying goodbye and giving them all my contact details, oh, and they don't know their dad. I presume you are talking about Shaun when you say 'their dad'. He isn't" I say simply, feeling smug, hoping to throw him off balance.

He blinks, tilts his head to one side and with a wicked grin says "Oh I know that already Mackenzie. I've met their real dad. I know him well. Very well actually"

He takes hold of my left arm and begins steering me towards the door. I am floored. I definitely did not manage to hide the shock I felt when he said he knew my children were not fathered by Shaun, and I swear I heard my own jaw click when my mouth fell open in surprise when he said he KNEW the kids real dad. NOBODY except me and their real dad knows who the kids father is!!

Mr Smirk is obviously lying. There is no way he can possibly know who the kids dad is......

I stumble over the edge of the blanket again, and this time nobody saves me from the embarrassment of going nose to nose with the floor! I tried to catch myself, without luck!

Oh fuck! That hurt!

I turn onto my back and attempt to sit up but I can't push myself up off of the floor. The pain in my right wrist is horrendous.

"Shit..... oooowwww" I complain as Yoongi crouches down beside me with concern on his face. Is he worried about me?

"Ok, Hospital for you, we need to make sure you are not damaged" he says pulling away the blanket. I am watching his face as he looks down at me. His eyes widen and glaze over, and he licks the corner of his mouth, his eyes travelling down my body, lingering briefly at my lady garden. Thank god Its a well maintained garden, then whilst biting his bottom lip he continues to look down my legs to my toes, gently running his finger along the inside of my right thigh! Should I be shy, horrified, scared? I should feel exposed, vulnerable and violated shouldnt i!?

I don't!

I feel........ excited. Desired. Hot!!

Whilst I try to work out what the hell is wrong with me Yoongi lifts me under my knees and behind my back and begins carrying me to the door. My wrist is killing me, but I barely notice. All I can feel is the rapid beating of my heart and the hot flush spreading across my body.

"Oh, by the way..." he says without looking at me

"........ black has always been my favourite colour, but I have recently decided that red is now at the top of my list" He looks at me and winks, at the same time as his right hand moves from behind my knee and squeezes my bum!

I squeak my shock, he laughs, and then I realise........ he saw my red lace knickers as he picked me up!

Oh my god!

I bury my face into his chest and groan. Yoongi laughs at me again!

Arsehole!!

"Right! I should help you put your clothes back on if we're going out" he says calmly.

"I can manage on my own thankyou!" I try my hardest to sound indignant. He's not buying it! Who am I kidding... even I'm not buying it!! I want him to put his hands on me whilst helping me dress. I imagine how good those beautiful long fingers would feel grazing my nipple whilst helping me put on my top. How soft his hands would feel as they brush my lower abdomen while he helps me do up my trousers! I feel the strongest throbbing sensation in my knickers at this thought.....

Wait! Why am I not wearing my clothes anyway? What clothes WAS I wearing before this gown? Why the fuck can't I remember!?

Now I'm scared! I have no idea what day it is, or what has happened to me? A total blackout.

"Why aren't I dressed? Where is this place? Why am I here? How did I get here, and more to the point, where the actual fuck is here anyway" I spit rapidly

"Hmmm..... well first, you vomited on your clothes, I removed them and have had them laundered. Secondly, this building belongs to me, I will explain to you why you are here soon, and finally, you are in Daegu..... in Korea"

"What? Korea??! I can't be in Korea, DONT be absurd. I was in bed at home not too long ago" I stammer, my last memory being me trying to avoid smothering Shaun in his sleep whilst watching BTS videos in my grey fleecy pyjamas!

HOLY SHIT!!!

I feel so stupid. That's where I recognise him from.

Yoongi..... duh!! I mentally facepalm myself...... how slow am i?!!

He is Yoongi....also known as Suga... from BTS!!

I have been kidnapped by the best looking and most talented member of the most famous group on the planet right now, and I didn't even realise!

"Erm..... hang on! YOU removed my clothes? Yourself?" I question

"I did" he states proudly with a smile. "It was a tough job to do alone, the women I usually undress are actually conscious after all, but someone had to do it! It took me ages too, for some reason I kept getting distracted from my task" he replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at me.

I try to process all this new information but I have a final question to ask first.

"Why can't I remember anything since the early hours of this morning when I was at home in bed watching BT.... erm... music videos on YouTube?" I ask, hoping he didn't catch my near confession.

"Oh Mackenzie, you haven't understood yet have you?! You were not in bed at home this morning..... you have been missing for 5 days now" he replies, shaking his head with a small tight smile.

Shut. The. Fuck. Up!!