Accumulated Demerits... The Dreaded Hour of Torment
As the day drew to a close, roll call time arrived. Heo Seong-ah slipped into the familiar [waiting posture] with practiced ease.
"Hic..."
Legs spread wide at hip level in a squat, hands clasped behind her head. A humiliating pose that fully exposed her pussy, breasts, and even her armpits. Gazing at the slave sitting across from her, Heo Seong-ah imagined how ridiculous she must look and furrowed her brow.
"Ugh..."
Gurgle—
Perhaps because of the position mimicking a toilet seat, her lower belly, which had been still all day, suddenly churned violently. It felt like if she relaxed even a little, the fluids packed inside would burst out. Knowing what punishment might await if her posture slipped, Heo Seong-ah gritted her teeth and endured the roll call.
Starting from B1... The Manager checked the accumulated merit points and demerits on his terminal for each slave.
"B1, 6 demerit points. Punishment to proceed."
"Manager, please... I'll work hard..."
"Request denied. Resistance will mean even more painful punishment. Understood?"
"Manager... Kyaaak!!"
At the Manager's glance, two executioners standing blankly behind him grabbed the slave by the hair and dragged her into the room. The ear-splitting screams echoed... followed by unending, agonized groans. The sounds that couldn't escape reverberated down the hall like echoes, and the slaves' faces, unable to turn away, hardened in cold dread.
Heo Seong-ah, her stomach cramping fiercely from the tension, hunched her waist and broke out in cold sweat as the Manager strolled down the corridor, terminal in hand, slowly approaching her.
"B60... 5 merit points. Good work. They will convert to 'points' tomorrow—check then."
"Yes, thank you, Manager..."
"Let's see... B61 passes. Merits and demerits cancel to zero today. Have a peaceful night."
"Thank you."
Slaves without punishment bowed naked in thanks with smiling faces and quietly entered their rooms. Finally, the Manager reached Heo Seong-ah.
"B62..."
"Y-yes..."
The Manager's expression darkened as he checked the terminal. Without warning, he lashed out with his foot, kicking her breast.
"Kyak!"
Heo Seong-ah, balanced precariously on tiptoes with legs splayed, lost her footing and fell hard on her ass. Her tailbone throbbed, but fearing more backlash, she scrambled back into waiting posture.
"B62, get your head straight. You've accumulated 47 demerit points today. Do you realize?"
"Hic..."
She'd expected a lot, but not 47. Heo Seong-ah didn't yet grasp the scoring variance, but the women before her had at most around 10. Realizing the gravity of her offenses, she stared silently at the floor.
"Even for your second day, this is severely serious. Do you understand?"
"I'm sorry, Manager. Hic..."
"Enough. B62 will receive maximum-intensity punishment. Never forget today's pain and live exemplarily from tomorrow. Wait quietly until roll call ends. Understood?"
"Hic, yes..."
"Next... B63..."
The Manager ignored her and moved to the next slave. Even after everyone else had entered their rooms, Heo Seong-ah remained alone in the corridor, frozen in waiting posture, drowning in fear-filled time.
The Manager, finishing roll call with a yawn, approached her.
"B62, it's late—let's go."
"Pardon?"
Go? Where? The others with demerits had been dragged to their rooms for punishment... But Heo Seong-ah couldn't ask in her position.
"What are you doing? I won't say it twice."
"Yes, Manager."
"First, restraints for transport."
A dildo mask filled her mouth, a black blindfold stole her sight. Clutching the leash, the Manager led her crawling on all fours.
Over hard concrete... through double doors, up stairs, out of the building. Feeling damp earth for a long crawl, they arrived at the [Annex] on the outskirts of the Shared Property Facility.
"We're here. It might be noisy inside—don't panic, follow quietly."
"Mmph..."
Don't panic... The words heightened her blind terror to the extreme. Heo Seong-ah trembled, nodding frantically. Was it the chilly night air? Her shivers wouldn't stop.
The Manager opened the sturdy iron door with dual security and entered. Just like the reception center... a straight corridor stretched ahead.
The first emotion Heo Seong-ah felt stepping into the Annex—terror. And dread.
"Kyaaaaak!!"
"I was wrong! I'm sorryyyy!!"
"Kyaaaaaaaak! Save meeee!!"
"Hik! Kk! Urk!"
Screams of women wracked in agony assaulted her ears from everywhere. All slaves enduring sleepless torture from accumulated daily demerits. The thought of soon joining them made Heo Seong-ah already terrified to the brink of madness.
"B62, you're lagging. Hurry up."
"Hmph..."
The Manager yanked the leash taut, dragging her forcibly. The Annex held dozens of rooms, each with specialized torture experts on constant standby. Checking her info on the terminal while walking, the Manager pondered fitting torments for her demerits, scanning the doors.
"Here we are. I'll release restraints—stay put."
Inside, he removed her blindfold.
"Ah..."
Beast cages dangling from the ceiling, unknown drugs and tools... And a man grinning lecherously at her... Heo Seong-ah froze in shock, tears spilling.
"Hic..."
It was terrifying. So terrifying. Rubbing her goosebumped skin, she instinctively stepped back.
The attendant Manager handed her to the waiting torture specialist and left. The black-suited man locked the door without checking papers, approaching her blankly standing form.
Up close, he was handsome, well-built, neatly groomed. Why would someone normal work at the Shared Property Facility... as a torturer? Heo Seong-ah wondered impertinently.
"Nice to meet you. I'm the torture specialist for misbehaving female livestock."
"Ah... hic..."
"So badly behaved you won't even respond..."
Snickering mockingly, he waved it off.
"I'm not a rule-bound Manager—here, no need for facility etiquette."
"Pardon..?"
"No honorifics, no crawling... that stuff. You're livestock dragged here—our roles are singular."
Grabbing a thin switch from the shelf, he pointed at her.
"The one tortured."
Then folded his wrist, pointing at himself.
"And the one torturing."
"Hic!"
Seeing his lips curl in that chilling smile, Heo Seong-ah hiccuped in raw fear.
"People don't change. So I don't expect your change."
No matter the crime or mindset—it didn't matter. Reformed by torture, accepting livestock life? Unnecessary. He secretly hoped she'd rack up more demerits and return.
"Before we start, light chat."
"Y-yes..??"
"Know the most vital need for living beings?"
"Pardon..?"
Sudden question. Thinking desperately for an answer, Heo Seong-ah stammered.
"Hunger... right..?"
"No. Sleep."
He pressed a wall button, lowering a ceiling cage slowly. Up close, it was a tiny, undersized one.
"Food or water—you can endure a week on willpower. But no sleep... three days, and your mind breaks into madness. Know that?"
"N-no..."
Inspecting shelf drugs and tools, he continued.
"Facility's harshest punishment: 'sleep deprivation'. Misbehaving livestock usually get a week, but B62—for tomorrow's 'labor indoctrination'—one day only."
"Thank you..."
"No need. One day might make you wish for death."
"Hic..."
Sleep deprivation... just one sleepless night. Why scare her like that? Heo Seong-ah's naive thoughts shattered soon enough, as the true horror of torture dawned.