Hello Dear

Memories of last night flash through my mind as walk the streets of South Korea with dark sunshades on. I have a banging headache. Horrible effect of over drinking- hangovers.

Ji Hyo, my college best friend, convinced me to go out partying with her and some of our classmates last night. I wasn't smart about it. I thought it'd be good idea to celebrate to our recent graduation.

I let her intoxicate me with God knows what. I truly regret my childish decisions. But I won't let it happen again. Being the upright and moral person I am, I vow to never drink anything alcoholic again.

Last night was kind of funny though. Ji Min, Ji Hyo's twin brother, tried to shove a bottle of beer down his throat. Gosh, he's so comical.

But I am tormented by my actions. Eliza, another one of my good friends had dared me to kiss a stranger. Due to my drunken state, I did. Gosh, now that I remember it in a sane and sober state, it feels so embarrassing.

I can't really remember how the unknown man looked like, if it was even a man. I just remember a broad, strong and well built figure.

Trying to remember is giving me migraines.

I shake my head as I lean on a wall by the less crowded portion of the road. I'm done with this hangover walk. Again, why did I listen to Ji Hyo, she always gives me bad advice. But she's my best friend so I won't hate on her too much.

I sigh and take off my coat. I feel hot. It falls to the ground to reveal my black lacy gown. This outfit is too elegant for a hangover walk. Again, Park Ji Hyo.

I don't know why I suddenly feel so drowsy. Is it the coat, the walk? What is it? I yawn and close my eyes. Maybe if I sleep I can return to normal. I close to slumber but suddenly--

I feel a pair of Strong arms constrain me. What is happening?!

"Don't struggle Miss, it will only make things worse." A gruff voice whispers in my ear. Who is this?

I am flung over a shoulder and then everything goes blank. Great, now I'm unconscious.

This is why you should never sleep on the road.

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I know I'm antisocial, I know I'm over sarcastic but Lord please don't let me be dead. I just finished college for heaven's sake, I can't be dead.

I know on I skipped mass for about six Sundays last year but I'm sorry. I was just so busy. I had classes and assignment, projects, there was just no time for mass. I talk too much. Please wake me up. Don't let me die; I didn't even tell eomma goodbye.

"Wake up princess. Wake up. You've been asleep too long, your prince is getting bored."

I hear someone sing in a distant tone. I open my eyes slowly and everything is blurry. I blink to regain proper sight. I observe my surroundings. Where am I? God thank you; he woke me up.

"You're in my Palace." I jolt up once I hear a weird unknown voice speak again.

"What, how did you hear me?" I ask turning to face him. I realise that I'm handcuffed a bed. I look towards the singing freak and he's smirking. Why sing though?

"What did you do to me!" I yell at him. His smirk is sinister and suspicious.

"Nothing nothing," he raises his hands as he surrenders.

"Are you lying?" I arch a brow.

"Yes, very much so." He spills. He gets up from the Royal looking chair he sat on and approaches me on the bed.

The room has a royal aura and decor. Every single item here has a touch of gold; I assume real gold. So prison cells, I assume, are now so very elegant. Large king-like rooms for commoners like me; soft lavender scented and coloured bedsheets and not to mention the--- wait, why am I admiring this place when I should be thinking of am escape route?

"You are a screamer..." He whispers into my ear and I furrow my brows. It takes me a few seconds to understand what he just meant by that. I widen my eyes at the disgusting realisation. He... he... he ...

"I'm a virgin you bastard!" I insult him. I feel tears build up and I begin to cry. He took it. That was supposed to be for my future husband not creepy castle guy.

"Was doll face, was a virgin." He points out.

I feel like slapping him but I'm tied up. Why? How can he do this to an innocent young girl? I thought you'd protect me God. I guess those six Sundays will forever stand inbetween us.

I sniff and hold back the gathering tears. "Who are you?" I put on my most interrogating face. It's not like it's gonna work, I'm sure my face is sodden with tears so I look very vulnerable; not the kind of aura I want to be giving off.

But what he did makes me so sad and scared. Eomma (mother) told me that if you loose your innocence, you'll never get married. I want to get married. I'll get it back. #determination.

He smiles a cocky smile and walks towards the door. "Whatever you're thinking, it's not gonna work." He says before leaving the room.

"Bastard!" I yell before sinking back into the bed. No matter how hard I try, I'm still alone, scared, frightened, horrified, terrified, shocked... and I still can't get over them. I was trying to put up a strong front so he'll think I'm not weak girl who'll just become his concubine because she's scared of him.

I am left alone to wallow in my tears. I'm so scared. What is he going to do to me? Is he going to kill me? Or rape me again? Who the hell is he?! Who am I to him? Why me? What did Hana do this time?

He looked strangely familiar though. I felt like I had seen him before but just brushed off the feeling. What I'm trying to picture him as is not what I just saw a few minutes ago.

It was the same body structure, the same face shape. Colour of eyes? I do not remember. Face? Not too clear. Who matches that description?

I begin to scan my memory for any person as unclear as that. Such a cryptic person I saw that day, such a tall man I KISSED that day!

Oh shit! Is it him? Is he really the man Eliza dared me to kiss that day?

God, let's forget those Sundays, please I'm begging you, let it not be the de-virginator that I kissed. Is that why he took me? To get back at me for kissing him or to finish want we had started?

The truth about that party day was:

Eliza walked up to me with a drink in her hand. Her purple sparkly bodyhug dress made her look more loose than her actions did. She slung her hand around my shoulder, some of her chocolate brown hair getting in my face, and handed me the cup.

Staring at me with drunk eyes she said, "Hanny, take this margarita, give it to that guy and kiss him!" She slurred.

I stared at her wide-eyed but ventured off to make the worst mistake of my life. Stupid, stupid.

"Hey there cutie," I said, clearly drunk out of my mind.

He turned to face me with a brow up. Tall, broad, muscular, tanned- I think- short brown hair. Fits him perfectly.

It was the de-virginator. He smiled at me. All white perfectly shaped teeth. My legs had turned jelly. He was just so handsome. Such eye-candy.

One thing led to another, I found myself kissing this guy like we had just gotten engaged.

Eliza cheered for me as we made our way upstairs.

His hands continued to roam around my body until he found the zipper to my dress. He unzipped the dress and pushed me and down to the leather couch. I think it was a private room.

Pulling the dress down with one hand, he continued to nibble on my neck down to my collar bone, through my breasts, through my stomach to my core. He took off my underwear and...

OMFG I think we did it.

I made some wrong decisions that night. Here I was thinking that I got de-flowered by rape. Meanwhile it was by a one-night stand! A fricking one-night... I just sigh.

The worst part is that Eliza never dared me to kiss that guy. I just did it. I just followed a drunken command. Now here I am facing the damn consequences.

Mommy...

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My name is Hana Wu Feng. I am 24 years old and apparently I've been kidnapped by some guy who claims to be a Prince and also my worst nightmare. But I do recognize him though. The broad shoulders, built body, the tanned skin, perfect teeth that shone like the afternoon cloud. Yes he is the the de-virginator.

***How did I get kidnapped? No idea. How will I escape or even be free? No idea. Will I die? Maybe, there's a forty percent chance I might live.***

Yay, my life just got turned upside down.