Lee Jak was right. Jiwon had even thought about using Kim Seonghee to pay off the debt. But when things went this wrong, people lost all desire. However, Lee Jak didn’t understand that.
“Your life doesn’t end here. And it shouldn’t.”
“…”
“Pull yourself together. Should I change it back to cold water?”
“No, it’s fine.”
Jiwon got out of the tub, soaking wet. The long robe, heavy with water, clung to him, but he stood up resolutely. Lee Jak turned off the water. Instead, he went to the bathroom cabinet and brought out a large bath towel. He removed Jiwon’s robe and carefully dried him with the towel.
“You have to survive and get out of here.”
“…”
“I’ll help you do that.”
Lee Jak spoke firmly. Now it was Jiwon’s turn not to understand Lee Jak. It was Lee Jak who had brought him here. And now he was saying he would help him leave?
“I don’t understand what you’re saying…”
“You don’t have to. Go lie down in bed. I’ll bring you warm milk. Listen to some soothing music and drink it. And when you decide what to do with those two, let me know.”
“Lee Jak.”
“Actually, you don’t even have to tell me. Then they’ll slowly starve to death, which isn’t so bad.”
Lee Jak said it casually. Jiwon was slightly shocked, but he thought it wasn’t such a bad idea.
For now, Jiwon would lie in the soft bed, drink warm milk, and listen to the classical music Lee Jak put on, emptying his mind. Meanwhile, those two would tremble, not knowing what would happen to them. It wasn’t just not bad—it was good.
Jiwon’s body, now dry and warm, lay in bed. The well-maintained sheets rustled as they wrapped around him. Jiwon grabbed Lee Jak and said:
“Lee Jak. You don’t have to bring me milk.”
“But aren’t you thirsty?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to be alone.”
Lee Jak nodded. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Jiwon fall asleep. It didn’t take long.
Watching the fully asleep Jiwon, Lee Jak thought he had been careless. He had trusted Yoon Jaemin, a man planted by Kim Seonghee, too much, and he hadn’t looked into Park Cha-young. Being busy was no excuse.
“I’m sorry, Leader.”
Lee Jak murmured like a prayer.
***
Beneath the cult’s underground parking lot was a place like this. A damp, humid basement with no walls, only pillars. A place with no defined purpose, yet its purpose was clear.
In the basement, two men were tied to pillars. The pillars were far apart, so the two men were at a distance. One was Park Cha-young, the other Yoon Jaemin.
Both had their eyes blindfolded and their mouths stuffed with cloth, unable to speak. The only senses left to them were touch and hearing. They knew someone was beside them, but they didn’t know where they were or why. All they could do was strain their remaining senses.
Park Cha-young had been happily on his way home. After finally fucking Jiwon, whom he had lusted after for so long, he felt on top of the world. Just thinking about Jiwon’s helpless, submissive expression turned him on again. And strangely, doing it with a stranger for the first time was also fun. It felt like he had an accomplice.
As he was about to leave the cult, the iron gate suddenly closed in front of him. Park Cha-young had taken a taxi here, so he needed to call another one to leave. But the taxi was stuck outside the gate. A man came out and said something to the driver, and the taxi left.
It was absurd. Park Cha-young went to confront the man, but someone hit the back of his neck hard. He might have died right then, but somehow, he survived. After that, he had been in this state—bound to a pillar in this unknown space, unable to move.
Yoon Jaemin’s situation was similar. After receiving happiness from Jiwon, he had tried to call to check on his grandfather’s condition. But before he could make the call, Kim Seonghee called him first. When he answered and gave his location, Kim Seonghee arrived with followers. Then he was hit and knocked out.
Thud, thud.
Footsteps echoed on the damp floor. Someone was coming. Yoon Jaemin and Park Cha-young hoped—whoever it was, they wanted to be saved.
“Have you been well?”
The voice was familiar to Yoon Jaemin. It was Kim Seonghee. Yoon Jaemin tried to open his throat to answer, but the cloth stuffed in his mouth prevented him.
Thud, thud.
Kim Seonghee approached Yoon Jaemin and removed his blindfold. The room was dark, but followers held flashlights, so he could see. Kim Seonghee stood there in his usual white suit.
“I asked if you’ve been well.”
Thud. Kim Seonghee lifted his foot and kicked Yoon Jaemin in the stomach. With the pillar behind him, the impact went straight to his gut. Cough. Yoon Jaemin struggled to breathe through his nose.
“Why don’t you answer? It’s annoying.”
Thud. Kim Seonghee kicked him again. This time, it was his groin. Kim Seonghee crushed Yoon Jaemin’s cock under his foot. Terrified, a weak stream of urine spurted from Yoon Jaemin’s cock.
“Jaemin.”
“…”
“What did I tell you to do?”
“…”
“Did I tell you to fuck the Leader?”
Angrily. Kim Seonghee pressed down hard with his leg. The sound of cartilage crushing was heard. Yoon Jaemin’s body convulsed, his eyes rolling back. Followers came and stuffed another cloth into his mouth.
“I only did it twice. Why did you?”
“…”
“It pisses me off…”
Kim Seonghee crushed the already crushed cock again. Blood stained Kim Seonghee’s white shoe, and a follower came to wipe it clean.
“Why are you trying to be happy alone, Jaemin?”
“…”
“I put you next to the Leader to watch Lee Jak, didn’t I?”
“…”
“You messed up. Why?”
Kim Seonghee directed the question at Yoon Jaemin. Of course, he knew Jaemin wouldn’t be able to answer properly—that’s why he asked. Kim Seonghee didn’t even want to hear his answer.
“Jaemin. Since you’re a doctor, can’t you fix your own dick?”
“…….”
“I told you to fix yourself. Did you not do it?”
Yoon Jaemin still didn’t answer. Kim Seonghee smirked, then abruptly turned away. His clothes were wrinkled, his shoes dirty—it put him in a foul mood. He just wanted to leave this place. Thud, thud. Kim Seonghee’s footsteps grew fainter until they disappeared entirely. The followers holding flashlights vanished too, and the basement fell silent once more.
Park Cha-young had been trembling the whole time. Hearing someone being violently assaulted in real time was a terror beyond imagination. He could only pray for time to pass, terrified he might be next. The darkness made his mind conjure every possible misfortune.
After a while, footsteps echoed again from the distance. Was it that man returning? Was it his turn now? Park Cha-young tried to stay as still as possible, careful not to provoke him. The footsteps stopped in front of him, and a man’s voice spoke.
“Did you wait well?”
The voice was calm and gentle. Park Cha-young quickly shook his head. The man personally removed the blindfold from Park Cha-young’s eyes. Before him stood a man with an angelic face.
“Look beside you, not at me.”
The man lightly tapped Park Cha-young’s cheek, wet with tears and sweat. Park Cha-young slowly turned his head. What he saw was Yoon Jaemin, tied to a pillar, covered in blood and dirt. The horrifying sight he’d only imagined now unfolded before his eyes, draining the strength from his legs. Park Cha-young bit his lip hard, tears streaming down his face. The man smiled softly and asked.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
