The man narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he didn’t need to hear more. He moved from his seat and took out a white mug.
He still hadn’t answered my proposal. The man slowly put cocoa powder into the mug and took hot water from the coffee pot. I swallowed hard as the hot water gurgled into the mug.
Maybe he’d let me go. If he did, I’d pretend to go along with it, then go to the police.
And I’d report him. Use the bruises as evidence. It’s embarrassing, but I have no choice. Once I get out of here, the world will be on my side—I was sure of it.
But the man didn’t answer, just stirred the cocoa with a spoon.
Then he pushed it toward me.
“Drink.”
“…….”
“Answer.”
Seeing his eyebrows furrow, I quickly picked up the mug. I bowed slightly and drank it.
He must have been annoyed by something. The man stared at me with a stiff expression. I blew on the hot cocoa and drank it. Only when I finally finished did the man’s stiff demeanor melt away.
The man brushed my hair behind my ear and smiled with one corner of his mouth. It looked like a mocking smile as he said to me:
“No.”
My hopes shattered.
“Why… why?”
“Because you’d report me as soon as you got out. Right?”
“…….”
“And you’d use the bruises as evidence. It’s embarrassing, but you have no choice. Once you get out, the world will be on your side.”
“…….”
He hit the nail on the head, and I had nothing to say. The man’s eyes gleamed again.
After I put down the empty mug, the man, who had been staring at me, shifted his gaze to the mug and examined it carefully. Then, with a satisfied look, he picked up the mug and moved. He placed the mug in the sink and poured water into it.
The man started making food to feed me. As the familiar smell of doenjang jjigae filled the air, I stared blankly at his back, calculating how long this life would continue.
I was locked in the room again.
Before I knew it, I was on the fifth day, believing only his promise to install a light bulb and waiting for him. After locking me up, the man disappeared again for about two days.
Getting up and moving around was limited by the short chain, and above all, my ass hurt too much. As I lay there groaning, I counted numbers. Without a clock, I couldn’t tell the time, but I guessed about 48 hours had passed. I didn’t want to lose my sense of time. If I didn’t count the numbers, I thought I might go crazy in this darkness.
Even in that situation, my bodily functions continued.
I twisted my body and held it in as long as I could, but eventually, I had to urinate in the corner of the room. After some time, an unbearable, foul smell began to rise. I buried my face in the blanket and covered my nose.
Just as I was reaching my limit, the man returned.
The man entered, unlocking the double, triple-locked door. He held a flashlight in his hand and wore a raincoat.
After throwing off the damp raincoat, the man came to me and hugged me.
The light from the flashlight behind him was more welcome than anything.
I asked the man who was hugging me:
“What time is it?”
“2 AM.”
“How many days have passed? Two days, right?”
“No, not even a day has passed. Today… I had a hard time because I couldn’t find the right price.”
“What are you talking about?”
“No matter how I think about it, it’s too expensive. But I had no choice. I needed it, so I bought it in the end.”
“…….”
“It’s so expensive that even the allowance that guy gives me isn’t enough. I think I need to increase my part-time jobs. Even if I have to sell my body, I’ll feed you. Yeah. That would be best.”
I had no idea what he was talking about.
I looked up at him with a complicated expression, and the man laughed. The hand hugging me blatantly dug into my ass, touching the still swollen area.
A sharp pain shot up my spine from the torn flesh, and I let out a low moan, pushing him away reflexively.
The man, pushed away, just looked at me and blinked. Then he covered his face and laughed softly. It was another chilling laugh that scraped the bottom of my soul. After laughing for a while, the man slowly stopped.
And he said coldly:
“A day isn’t enough.”
I realized again that I had upset the man and turned pale.
As I hesitantly stepped back, the man took something out of his pocket and held it out to me, saying:
“Lie face down.”
“……Why, why? It still hurts a lot. That’s why I did that.”
“Because it hurts, I have to put medicine on it. I bought medicine.”
“I don’t need it. Or I’ll do it myself.”
“I told you to lie face down.”
“…….”
At his domineering tone, I flinched and trembled, lying face down.
The man pulled my legs down from the bed and made me take a humiliating position. Then he pulled my clothes down to my ass. The rubber-band pants easily slid down and fell to the floor with a thud.
The man seemed to examine my ass carefully for a moment.
The fingers tracing my sore ass were ticklish.
I clenched the blanket and endured it.
“Just putting it on is boring. Let’s play a game.”
“What game?”
“If you cum before I finish applying the medicine, I win. If you don’t, you win. If you endure well, I’ll install the light bulb. If you can’t, you’ll get punished. How about it?”
It didn’t seem like there was anything good in it for me.
That thought didn’t last long.
The man poked at my wound and asked again.
“Ack!”
“How about it?”
“I’ll, I’ll do it.”
“Good.”
I took a deep breath and waited for his fingers.
After squeezing out a lot of ointment, he touched the folds teasingly.
I tried to suppress my moans and think of other things, but I didn’t need to go that far. There was no way I’d get excited in this situation with him.
He persistently tormented the hole. It hurt so much just from being touched that I bit the blanket and endured it, having forgotten what the hole was originally for.
As the man seriously poked at my ass, my intestines became active.
I twisted my waist and lifted my ass high.
This wasn’t it. I didn’t want to do this.
No matter how long I was imprisoned, I didn’t want to do something this filthy.
My breathing became rough. I used all my strength to hold back the urge to defecate.
And I begged:
“Bathroom, I want to go to the bathroom. Stop!”
“Do it here. I said, if you cum, I win. If you don’t, you win.”
Was that what he meant…!
I groaned and twisted my waist. Every time the finger inside my ass pressed against the inner wall, my intestines twisted as if they were about to die.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
