Edgeway 33

Every time she cutely sipped her soda, her cheeks hollowed. As I thought about how to turn her face toward me while she was looking at her phone, I raised my hand to pinch her cheek—

My phone rang. It was just a message notification, but something felt off.

A chilling sensation started from my neck and struck my heart sharply.

I lowered my raised fingers and stared blankly at the glowing screen for about ten seconds. After hesitating, I picked up the phone, unlocked it after a brief moment of thought, and opened KakaoTalk.

My expression hardened as soon as I saw it. I checked the sender’s name. “This is an unregistered user,” the message read, and my heart dropped with a strange, sinking feeling. Maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe it was just someone I hadn’t seen in a while, or a wrong number.

Should I ignore it? Just ignore it?

“Oppa, what are you doing?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing.”

“Why? What is it?”

Her voice, playful and drawn out, made me look up sharply. When I came to my senses, thick sweat was dripping from my temples. Just as I was about to turn off the screen, pretending nothing had happened, another message notification rang.

And then, one more.

A heavy thud echoed on the table—the sound of my phone falling from my hand.

“Oppa?”

She reached out to me, sensing the strange atmosphere, her hand trembling with worry.

Her soft palm touched my forehead. Only then did I realize my face was trembling.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah…… It’s just a spam message.”

“……Isn’t that KakaoTalk?”

“No, it’s not.”

I answered sharply, my face stiff.

She flinched and pulled her hand away, but I couldn’t focus solely on her. My gaze kept drifting to the dark screen.

The person on the other end of the conversation was undoubtedly the stalker from before.

***

Because of last night’s sex, I couldn’t move my body for a long time after regaining consciousness. A low tray was placed on the bed for me.

He brought me porridge he had made himself, blew on it, and held it to my lips. I forced my swollen, barely opening eyes to stay open and accepted the porridge he fed me. After I finished eating, he took away the tray and brought me warm cocoa. I took it without hesitation and sipped it slowly, glancing at him. I was sure I had seen the man’s face before falling asleep, but his face was still invisible. And I still didn’t know who he was.

After finishing the cocoa, I handed him the empty cup.

“Um, I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Big or small?”

“Both……”

I hadn’t been to the bathroom in so long, but did he really need to ask which one I needed to do? I thought I had become numb to the shame, but this conversation still stirred it up.

The man first unlocked the shackles around my ankles with a key, then picked me up.

“Wrap your arms around my neck.”

“……Okay.”

I obediently followed his instructions. Was I doing the right thing? But I didn’t want to think about it now. Looking at the back of his neck, I thought: even his bossy commands didn’t annoy me anymore. I seemed to have entered the stage of resignation, adapting and accepting like everyone else.

He didn’t seem like he was going to kill me, and his concept of rewards and punishments was clear.

All I had to do was adapt, and everything would go smoothly. If I couldn’t win no matter what, resistance became pointless. Anyway, what I received was either a reward or a punishment. I realized it was better to behave and do what he wanted to earn rewards.

“You’re unusually quiet today.”

……

“Want to sit down to pee?”

I shook my head. Even though I had decided to behave, I still didn’t want to pee in front of him while he stood so close. I was put down in a standing position. I awkwardly grabbed his arm to steady myself. My weight shifted to one leg, and my waist ached. The man’s thick arm wrapped around my waist to keep me upright.

“Just a second.”

I weakly struggled to free myself from his arm, but he didn’t seem to want to let go. With his free hand, he easily pulled down my blue rubber pants and aimed my penis at the toilet.

My entire body stiffened in this ridiculous position.

His hot breath touched my nape as he held me. Memories of last night’s sex flooded back. The urge to urinate vanished, and heat began to rise in my waist.

“Not peeing?”

“……Can’t I just sit down to do it?”

“You’re getting hard. Are you excited?”

“……Ugh.”

I frowned at the brief stroke of his hand. I bit my lip and held my breath to suppress the excitement.

The man, with his lips still on my nape, exhaled roughly, then let go of my penis. He kindly helped me steady myself by placing my hand on his arm.

I awkwardly gripped my own penis, which felt like someone else’s. His voice, gentle as if teaching a child how to urinate, made my face redden.

“Pee. Shhh……”

Strangely, the urge to urinate returned. My waist trembled as he watched me. Peeing felt different from ejaculating, but similar. The refreshing sensation of urinating after so long made my shoulders tremble. It was the body’s mystery trying to regain lost warmth, but I wasn’t happy about it. He was getting excited watching me pee. I could feel his hardened cock against my buttocks.

After the long urination, I was turned around to sit on the toilet.

He didn’t seem to care about hiding his erection.

I averted my eyes from the silhouette of his cock, which looked like it would tear through his pants.

It didn’t seem like I would ever get used to this.

After finishing my business, I was carried to the bathroom without even wiping my buttocks.

While washing my buttocks, he suddenly tried to give me an enema. Of course, I had to endure the humiliating position of leaning over the bathtub with my buttocks raised. But the idea of water being forced inside me was still terrifying. All I could do was clench my eyes shut and stifle my moans. After stirring the swollen entrance, he naturally performed three enemas and then carried me back to the bedroom.

And, as if it were the most natural thing, he spread my buttocks and entered me.

My voice was hoarse, and I couldn’t make a sound. For a long time, I blankly stared at my ankles. It was a long sex session, a reversal of roles. How could something I had struggled so desperately to obtain come into my hands so futilely?

A hollow laugh escaped me. The heavy shackles on my ankles were still there, but my legs were free. The chain that had connected them was undone.

I reached out and touched the shackle. The cold, metallic feel made my fingers twitch. I cautiously traced the sharp-looking keyhole.

Not long ago, the man had undone the chain connected to the shackles. Back then, I had lost my memory and didn’t know how the chain had been undone, but this time, I remembered clearly. I had given in to the pleasure and said “it feels good” as he commanded. I had cried, saying his cock felt too good to resist. He had seemed extremely satisfied. And with a feigned gentle tone, he had said he would give me a reward. This was the result. I had finally been freed from the bed.

Carefully, I touched the ground. I wobbled a bit but managed to stand up, hunched over. I limped to the door and stood in front of it. After hesitating for a long time, as if the doorknob were red-hot, I finally placed my fingertips on it.