“Ugh! Urgh!”
“Is this, hah, what you did, for that bastard? Huh! Tell me!”
“Urgh, ugh!”
“You bastards, just, playing, with people!”
The man wrapped his fingers more tightly around the hair he was gripping as if to tear it out and began to move faster. Now Geun-yeong couldn’t even make moaning sounds. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath to avoid gagging. As the man shook faster, faster, and even faster, tensing his entire body and exhaling a deep breath, “Ack!”
The scream that burst out was not from Geun-yeong but from Ji Seokhun.
After that, there was a loud noise. From the sound alone, the situation wasn’t immediately clear. Geun-yeong raised his hand that had been sprawled on the floor. He wiped away the bodily fluid covering his face and tried to open his eyes that wouldn’t open easily. He squinted his cloudy eyes, trying to make out the blurry image forming before him. If he wasn’t seeing things, the person gripping the man’s neck and pinning him against the wall was, “Argh! Uurgh!”
Just as the man had been thrusting his penis into his mouth, the person who was now thrusting a gun barrel into the man’s mouth and revealing murderous intent,
“You know you’re alive thanks to the camera you installed, you fucking bastard.”
It was Detective Kyung.
Ah… he really came…
He was glad. And embarrassed. Geun-yeong covered his extremely shameful lower parts with his hand that wouldn’t move properly as if it weren’t his own.
“Clench your fist tight. If you don’t want your fingers crushed, clench tight. Tighter. Clench tighter, you son of a bitch.”
Why the fist…
Not immediately understanding what Detective Kyung was saying to the man, Geun-yeong twisted his head to look up, and what entered his view was:
The scene of Detective Kyung’s fist, gripping the man’s hand that had clenched as instructed, flying toward the man’s eye.
The screaming sound, like none he had ever heard before, didn’t last long.
Track 13. Guilty (Feat. Pink Pig)
The situation was bigger than expected.
Though there had been no separate instructions, since the agreed time had been exceeded and he thought he heard a scream, Lee Dongjae, who had shattered the veranda door to enter, had to exclaim in shock while surveying the completely dark first floor where all lights were off.
Inside a room where the doorknob had been modified to be locked from the outside, a woman with long hair reaching below her waist was unconscious with restraints on both hands. Wondering if she was dead, he quickly checked and fortunately found her breathing shallowly.
He had the feeling that this must be Yeom Eunyeong, who had been confirmed to be living in this house, but in the face with skin and bones showing, he couldn’t find any trace of the famous pianist that Lee Dongjae knew well.
On the table beside the bed, there were nerve stabilizers classified as psychotropic drugs that couldn’t be handled outside of medical settings, and syringes rolling around. Especially the brown spots splattered here and there on the wall at the head of the bed seemed to be bloodstains.
After finishing his check of the first floor, Lee Dongjae went up to the second floor where the scream had been heard, and after looking into the lit room, he had to sigh, at a loss for words. The condition of Ji Geun-yeong, who he had only known as a victim of abuse and domestic violence, was more serious than Yeom Eunyeong downstairs.
Half the face of the boy, who had been like a pretty puppy, was gone. The bloodstains splattered all over the sheet told that the boy had literally fought a life-or-death battle to survive.
Lee Dongjae went around behind his senior, who was kneeling in front of Ji Geun-yeong sitting naked on the floor and covering him with his outer garment.
Without knowing the exact circumstances, he handcuffed the suspect’s hands behind his back as he lay face down unconscious on the bed, then grabbed his hair to lift him. There was a red bruise the size of his own fist on the left eye. Now that he looked, a finger was also dangling loosely.
“Did he harm himself?”
Lee Dongjae muttered and shook him awake while still holding his hair.
“Hey, wake up. Stop sleeping. Hey. Professor. You’re fucked now. This isn’t a situation where you can just pass out. Mister. Wake up. Hey, man.”
After shaking him violently several times until his head bent at a 90-degree angle, Ji Seokhun, whose consciousness had faintly returned, began to scream and struggle like a little boy who had his candy taken away, causing Lee Dongjae to further crease his already rough face.
“What’s wrong with this bastard.”
No matter how he looked at it, the man didn’t seem like he would walk out on his own. As he put his arm around his waist to lift him onto his shoulder, the penis dangling right next to his face bothered him.
“What is this.”
Lee Dongjae threw Ji Seokhun back to the floor. He put his arm under the armpit of the man who was groaning after hitting the floor hard, and dragged him out.
With crimes overlapping—confinement, assault, no, sexual assault, and illegal handling of psychotropic drugs—he couldn’t carelessly touch anything. Moreover, there were two victims in urgent need of treatment. Lee Dongjae, after reporting the situation to the team leader, requested additional drug analysis and medical support on top of the detective support that had been dispatched immediately after the report.
Taking crime scene photos was an absolutely necessary procedure. After Lee Dongjae dragged Ji Seokhun out, Kyung Jiho took pictures. Without looking at the boy who was sitting quietly, covered with his outer garment, he photographed the bloodstains scattered on the bed. He frowned at the traces that were clearly semen, and photographed those too. He also photographed the gray box that was wide open on the bed, the insulin pump and materials on the bed, and the surveillance camera mounted in the corner of the ceiling next to the built-in closet.
Then he returned to the boy sitting on the floor in front of the bed. He knelt on one knee and looked at his face. The left side of his face was noticeably swollen. His eyes couldn’t open properly, and blood was coming from his torn lips, eyebrow, nose, and ear. Kyung Jiho sighed. He picked up the camera and did a difficult task. He photographed the severely beaten face. He dropped his hand holding the phone with a thud against his thigh, sighed once more, and said:
“You stupid fool.”
“……”
“If the situation was like this, you should have told me beforehand.”
Despite living together in the same house for two days, the boy hadn’t shown any sign. The marks on his wrists from being tied or the traces of a switch on his thighs were not shown by the boy either. He had hidden them and said nothing. So Kyung Jiho had only thought he was suffering from strict discipline or severe punishment. He didn’t know the boy was suffering such severe assault and sexual violence too. He had no idea.
Of course, it wouldn’t have been easy to say. He knew that fact as well. Still, Kyung Jiho was angry. He had instructed him to create a situation. When he told him to create a situation and report it so they could properly catch that bastard without giving him a chance to escape, he never imagined it would be to this extent. It would have been enough if just the scene of Ji Seokhun replacing the insulin had been captured. As the one who had told him to create the situation, Kyung Jiho felt severe guilt. So he was irritated and angry.
“Even though I told you to create a situation, that doesn’t mean you should just get beaten to this extent. Why didn’t you defend yourself after being hit to a certain degree, or avoid it, or at least run away! Fuck, do you not have hands, do you not have feet! Why on earth!”
And also, he was sorry. He felt pity. The boy’s eyes were completely dry as he turned his head to look at the floor. It meant this was common for him. It meant he endured this level of abuse without shedding a single tear.
“Haa… really…”
It was true that he was the world’s most stupid fool. But still. He felt sorry for cursing and shouting “stupid fool” right in front of the boy. Kyung Jiho raised his hands to cover his face. He was so overwhelmed that the tip of his nose stung. He rubbed his face a couple of times as if washing it dry. He soothed his tight eyes and stinging nose tip. It wasn’t something for him to cry about when the person involved wasn’t even crying.
There was a knock. Lee Dongjae spoke from outside without opening the door.
“Sir, the forensic team is here.”
At the sound announcing the arrival of the forensic team, Kyung Jiho stood up after taking another deep breath. He opened the door less than halfway and said to the forensic junior who was standing next to Lee Dongjae with a bag:
“Give me the kit. I’ll do it.”
After making a troubled expression, the forensic team member handed over the specimen collection kit, dismissing it with a light sigh.
Geun-yeong saw what the man was bringing in his hand. It was something he had seen often in hospitals. It was used for bacterial culture tests. It was a kit where you take a sample by inserting the cotton swab inside the kit into a runny nose, a wound with pus, or the anus, and wiping.
Because he recognized the object in the man’s hand, Geun-yeong also knew what the man was going to do with it.
‘How could it get so ragged like that. You’ve become a complete rag!’
The man’s words came to mind. Now Detective Kyung would also see his lower parts that had become a rag. And then everything would be over. He couldn’t like a man who had seen such a state. Even if he could continue to like him, he couldn’t expect any development in their relationship.
It was rejection right after realizing his feelings.
While thinking this, Detective Kyung was opening the kit package and twisting off the cap.
Geun-yeong now felt resigned. And he lowered the outer garment the man had covered him with and brought together his legs that had been stretched out while sitting. Should he lie face down, or should he spread them in this position—his movements were sluggish with indecision.
“What are you doing?”
When Geun-yeong placed his hands on the floor and began to fidget, Kyung Jiho asked. What was wrong.
“I’ll lie face down……”
Geun-yeong’s severely bitten tongue hurt every time he spoke. Seeing that the man’s expression didn’t seem to match that, he asked again with a dull pronunciation:
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