Side Story 2 – Chapter 11
I have a tendency to become obsessed with things and charge ahead without looking back, but I’m definitely not gay. I might want to manage a man’s schedule and be by his side, but I couldn’t kiss him or sleep with him. Absolutely not!
In other words, it wasn’t me, but ‘Mitchell who loved me,’ and while I was unavoidably dealing with Mitchell, the memory loss accident occurred. That’s probably why he didn’t push me away when I kept coming around.
Come to think of it, it was that guy who crawled into my bed yesterday. It was also strange that he claimed not to be gay, yet had no problem sucking a man’s body.
“I was tricked.”
He must have locked me up in the Miami villa and forced me to do those things. That’s why Mitchell smiled meaningfully when I said I had never slept with a man.
I can’t be certain, but I feel like I have slept with a man before. It’s just a feeling, but it seems somewhat reliable.
That’s why the memories from the villa are scary. Did he rape me there when I said no, strip me naked, and hunt me down?
Suddenly, I remembered the threat Mitchell made to me in the early days of my memory loss. He said he would strip me naked and chase me out onto the street. It wasn’t an idle threat.
Now I understand the source of my feeling of ‘injustice.’ For the past few days, I’ve been brainwashed and gaslighted by Mitchell. As a result, I sucked his… his thing!
“This bastard.”
As I was fuming to myself, Mitchell called. The feeling of love I had for him instantly turned into boiling anger. I would need to slowly and imperceptibly distance myself, as visibly keeping my distance might cause this malicious stalker to return.
“Hello.”
I answered the phone for now.
– The work took longer than expected. Where are you?
“In front of the house.”
– Go inside.
It seems this guy is determined to devour me today.
“Should I just go if you’re busy? We can meet another time. You have a shoot tomorrow too.”
– … No. Just go inside.
I didn’t know a moment of silence could be this frightening. I swallowed hard and reluctantly agreed.
“Okay.”
Let’s take it slow. Because it’s scary, let’s slowly distance ourselves.
I made a promise as I entered the passcode. That today’s plan absolutely must not happen. That he must not be allowed to taste my delicious body.
***
“Phew.”
Trying to calm my nerves, I let out an unnatural breath. Worried he might have heard, I glanced at Mitchell. Mitchell, who had just arrived a little while ago, had quickly finished showering but was preoccupied with a phone call he had just received.
If I suddenly changed from desperately visiting the filming set and insisting on love to this, Mitchell might find it strange.
For now, I planned to keep pretending to be madly in love, but not allow any intimacy. I thought it would be fine to safely get through today and then slowly distance myself from tomorrow, using work as an excuse.
I also had something to rely on. The fact that I had never slept with a man before.
Regardless of the truth, I currently have no memory of sleeping with a man. No matter how much I love someone, it wouldn’t seem too strange to refuse due to lack of experience.
I put down my water glass and glanced at the bedroom where Mitchell was. He had been on the phone for almost ten minutes, leaning against the bed’s headboard. From what I could hear, it seemed to be someone related to the current movie, and there appeared to be an issue with Mitchell’s role.
He’ll surely handle it well, so it’s not my concern. I was just grateful for the time I had gained. After a long time, I finally put my planned strategy into action.
“Hello? Ah! Director!”
I left the kitchen holding my phone. I pretended to answer a call, raising my voice enough to be heard from the bedroom.
“The script was interesting. I thought we could start working right away. Haha. Let’s meet tomorrow first… Oh, I see. Then, when would be good? Ah! 9 AM? That’s the only time that works for you? That’s fine with me. Um…, since I need to take a camera test, I’ll come in good condition!”
When it comes to acting, I’m Bae Geon-woo, after all.
I convincingly portrayed a conversation taking place, raising my voice a bit more for the parts I wanted Mitchell to hear. Appropriate silences and agreements were essential for timing.
I planned to cancel tonight’s intimacy due to a sudden schedule tomorrow. I thought it would be a pretty solid excuse to say it would be too much for my body since it would be my first time.
But for this to work, I couldn’t let him know that this current call was fake. That was obvious and fundamental.
“Ah! Mitchell!”
But I failed at this basic task and Mitchell snatched my phone. He had come out of the bedroom when I thought he was still on the call. I should have been more careful about what was behind me when trying to pull something off. How stupid of me.
“What are you doing?”
Terrifyingly, Mitchell immediately realized I was acting with the phone. I can’t forget the moment when Mitchell looked at me after checking the turned-off phone screen. His crooked smile of disbelief was etched into my mind.
Cornered, I had to find a way out. There was only one way to turn this situation around.
“I, I remember everything! It all came back to me! You liar! I’m really… not going to let this slide.”
I said my memory had returned. It wasn’t everything, but a part can sometimes stand for the whole. That was my situation now. I arbitrarily believed that since I had remembered something, the rest would gradually come back.
I had to say this to escape the current crisis. There was no other way but to divert the dangerous person’s attention elsewhere.
“You say you remember?”
Mitchell lowered his hand holding the phone. Until just before, he looked like he was about to crush my phone like an apple, but fortunately, the spark of my fake call act was extinguished. I raised my voice even more.
“Yes! You bad guy!”
“Tell me.”
He asked me to tell him what I remembered. I didn’t know what information I should give or what he wanted to hear, but I thought it would be enough to mention a few crucial clues.
“We went to Miami. The villa.”
I deliberately didn’t mention the bad things.
If I revealed that Mitchell had stalked me, locked me up in the Miami villa, and done terrible things, something similar might happen right now. In fact, I only remembered the scene of escaping from the villa, and I didn’t know what happened after I was caught.
Given the atmosphere, I guessed I might have suffered something terrible, so I answered briefly without upsetting Mitchell’s mood.
It seemed one memory wasn’t enough, and as I was getting anxious, amazingly, a new scene flashed through my head like a panorama. I naturally picked up the second forgotten piece.
Surprisingly, this one also shows me running away from Mitchell. I’m still naked, running through a forest path, and Mitchell is chasing me. I saw the scene of being caught at the entrance of a small glass house and a script torn to shreds. This bastard kept imprisoning me and even destroyed my script.
Every returning memory was only of situations just before being abused by him. I guess that’s natural since those were the only things that happened.
Mitchell Cronenwirth. This crazy bastard. What an obsessed stalker.
“The glass house. Running naked in the forest… Well, how much more do I need to say? Don’t tell me you don’t believe my memory has returned? Last time you said I was lying about losing my memory. Do you just not trust people at all?”
Mitchell narrowed his eyes and observed me closely. What I just said was true, so he must have been surprised. He probably thought my memory had really returned.
“Mitchell, we… Ugh! Hey!”
Suddenly, Mitchell lunged at me and pressed his lips against mine. He grabbed my waist to prevent me from escaping and held the back of my head. He pounced like a hungry beast, forcibly opening my mouth. His tongue invaded, exploring inside. All of this happened in an instant.
I came to my senses when his tongue touched and slid against mine. I tried to push him away and escape, but I couldn’t overcome Mitchell’s strength. His embrace tightly constricting my body was forceful, but his tongue gently savored the inside of my mouth.
As he rubbed his lower body against me, I could feel his blunt, erect member. What’s surprising is that my lower half is responding too. Is this Stockholm syndrome? Am I Pavlov’s dog?
How much must he have touched and tormented my body for it to react just from a kiss!
I felt like I had been hit hard on the back of my head and collapsed on the spot.
Thanks to that, I was able to escape from Mitchell’s grasp and ran towards the second-floor stairs. It would have been better if I could have reached the front door, but Mitchell was blocking it, so I had no choice.
“Geon-woo!”
Just like my past self, today I’m also running away from Mitchell. I heard him calling my name, but I didn’t look back. I planned to lock the door and stay away from him until Mitchell’s excitement subsided.
“Are you doing this because you’re angry about the lie I told?”
He expressed the reason for my escape as being due to his lie. It seems he did lie to me after all.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
