My heart pounded wildly, like I’d been caught doing something wrong. The man gently stroked my cheek and kissed my lips.
His tongue pried open my lips and licked my front teeth. I resisted, keeping my mouth shut. He grabbed my cheek and forced my mouth open, then snaked his tongue inside like a serpent, unsettlingly probing my mouth.
I gasped as I took his breath.
The hand pressing my cheek slid up and covered my eyes.
My eyebrows brushed against his rough palm. I could feel his hardened cock pressing against my lower abdomen.
My eyes trembled at the vivid sensation, and the man laughed.
Then he pulled his hand down and pinched my nose shut.
“……!”
I grabbed his shoulders with both hands and trembled, trying to push him away.
I couldn’t breathe. My mouth was blocked by his lips, and my nose was clamped shut by his hand.
After about 30 seconds, he released my nose, as if he’d been counting in his head.
I gasped for breath a few times, and then my nose was blocked again.
It was agonizing. Tears welled up in my eyes from the physiological pressure.
The man, who had blocked my breath until I was on the verge of passing out, finally released my nose and withdrew his tongue from the roof of my mouth. Saliva I hadn’t swallowed dripped from my mouth and down my chin. I clung to my fading consciousness and exhaled roughly.
The man pressed his lips to my ear and whispered:
“You were going to strangle me.”
“……I, I was.”
“You were going to do something so painful to someone?”
I belatedly realized this was his punishment for trying to strangle him.
I shook my head. The man tilted my head back and licked the tip of my nose. Unable to endure it any longer, I punched the back of his head.
“Let go!”
The man, who had been completely pinning me down, reeled from the blow.
“Ow. That hurt.”
I hit him again.
The man grabbed my fist as I swung again and twisted it.
“Ack!”
A brutal force wrenched a scream from me.
I grabbed his forearm with my other hand and tried to pry his hand off.
When I dug my nails into his arm, he groaned and punched me in the solar plexus.
Instantly, I couldn’t breathe and had to lift my head to gasp for air.
When my hand was released, I clutched my solar plexus and curled up.
I remembered something I’d forgotten. The man was stronger than me, like a beast.
“One day of being good, and then back to square one? It’s fun to mess with you, but you should know your limits.”
“F—fuck you…… Ugh…… Ugh…….”
“I was going to show you mercy if you behaved.”
“…….”
“You have to pay for trying to do something bad.”
He grabbed the back of my neck and dragged me off the bed.
The man dropped my body with a thud under the bed, then grabbed one leg and unlocked the shackle. Only the heavy, ten-kilogram weight remained as I was dragged by the scruff of my neck. My head hit the doorframe as we moved into the hallway. The man said, Ah, did that hurt? Sorry, in a voice that didn’t sound sorry at all.
The bathroom door opened, and I was thrown inside.
My back hurt so much.
Even though the distance was less than a meter, it felt like my back was scraped. Only then did I realize the floor of this house was made of old wood.
As soon as we entered the bathroom, the man resumed yesterday’s “punishment.”
He turned on the showerhead, detached the hose, adjusted the temperature, and then looked at me coldly with a smirk.
“Didn’t I spare you yesterday? Was that so funny?”
“What… what are you doing?”
“Let’s see if the wound has healed. Lie face down.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Siwoo, be good.”
—Heh!
The man kicked my stomach with the hose gushing water. Combined with the earlier punch to my solar plexus, it hurt so much that I writhed and lay face down. I tried to crawl away from the man’s violence on the floor. One more hit and I really might die. I didn’t want to die yet. I crawled to the bathroom wall and lay against the cold tiles.
I was so scared. My whole body trembled.
The man stood there, holding the hose, and suddenly asked:
“Are you scared?”
“…….”
“Answer.”
“I’m scared.”
“Don’t want to get hit?”
“Don’t hurt me. It hurts. It hurts too much.”
I curled up and submitted again. The man shook his head as if there was no choice. He crouched in front of me and said:
“I’ll hit you just a little more.”
“……Just a little more after that?”
“I promise. I won’t hurt you anymore.”
“Such… a ridiculous promise……!”
A ridiculous promise to hit me just a little more. I felt pathetic for hoping for something like that. I bit my lip and looked up at him, only to meet his eyes.
Just meeting his eyes sent shivers down my spine.
I quickly averted my gaze. The man tilted his head, watching me, then grabbed my body and pulled down my pants to expose my white ass.
“If you don’t want to get hit, don’t resist.”
“…….”
“Just until I install the light bulb in your room.”
“…….”
“Once the light bulb is in, I won’t hurt you anymore.”
“Really……?”
“Yeah.”
I slowly lifted my head to look at him. The man smiled brightly, as if he was so happy to make eye contact with me.
A brief relief.
I despised myself for that brief relief and buried my face in my arms.
The hand that had been groping my ass whispered as it touched the hole:
“I’m putting it in.”
The hose, with water gushing out, was shoved into my ass.
The tip forced open the hole, and water endlessly poured inside, filling my intestines. I jerked my head up with a gasp. I didn’t need to see it to know what was entering my body, but I twisted my head to confirm that it was indeed the hose inserted into my ass.
The hose was connected to my ass. My eyes turned pale blue. I managed to ask with trembling lips:
“Wh-what are you doing?”
I felt like a lab rat in some research facility.
Was he experimenting to see how much water a human body could hold?
I imagined my body swelling to its limit and bursting, and I thrashed like a dog trying to escape. A hand grabbed the back of my neck and pressed down on my shoulder blades. As I struggled, the hose was pushed in even deeper.
“N-no, ah, it hurts! I don’t want this. Stop, I don’t want to die.”
“Shh…… It’s okay. You won’t die. It’s just an enema. I’ll put in an appropriate amount and take it out.”