Chapter 19: The Onset of Torment
He slipped on his latex gloves and gripped the ampoule containing the drug, shaking it vigorously. After mixing it thoroughly, he plunged a 5ml syringe deep into the ampoule and drew back the plunger. Gurrrrgle—the drug filled the syringe, bubbles churning within.
"Livestock Number B62, do you know what this drug is? Guess correctly, and I'll dial back the intensity of your torture."
His voice brimmed with arrogant certainty that a mere beast like her could never get it right. What he overlooked was that Heo Seong-ah was surprisingly studious, a student at a prestigious university. From her reasoning about the "sleep deprivation" torture, she ventured her answer.
"A type of... stimulant... right..?"
"Oh..."
A stimulant. The kind that forcibly sharpened the mind, denying sleep. It seemed perfect for sleep deprivation torture, and he'd hit the mark—his eyes widened in surprise.
"Correct. That would be true for an ordinary torture session."
"Yes?"
The corner of his mouth twisted upward.
"In standard sleep deprivation, we'd inject a stimulant like you said and keep you awake until you lost your mind. I believe no torture rivals the efficacy of drugs combined with relentless denial."
He lightly seized Heo Seong-ah's dangling right arm and pulled it toward him. The syringe's sharp needle pierced her forearm. She felt a stinging pain as the drug flooded her vein.
"But in your case, the punishment period is exactly one day—unlike ordinary torture. Do you understand what that means?"
"N-no, I don't..."
"It means we're packing a week's worth of effect into a single day of torment. That's what this drug I've just injected is for."
Not a stimulant—what could it be? An ultra-potent one? Something insanely strong? She had no clue.
"Do you know why we inject drugs for torture?"
He unlocked and lifted the lid of the caged box as he continued.
"Drugs are merely tools to shatter a beast's 'mental fortitude.' The one I just gave you isn't a stimulant, but it serves the same purpose—eroding your will."
"Ah..."
Suddenly, drowsiness crashed over her like a wave. Just like staggering home after heavy drinking... Heo Seong-ah couldn't stand steady; she swayed and collapsed to the floor, pressing her forehead with her hand.
"What I injected is a sedative."
"Pardon..?"
"More precisely, a sleep inducer. The moment you even think of sleeping, you'll drop off. But of course, we won't let you."
Injecting a sleep aid into someone already exhausted... and declaring punishment every time sleep beckons. It was a horrific act, pushing a beast's mental fortitude to the brink.
"Now, get in."
He flung open the entrance to the small cage on the floor. Heo Seong-ah crawled in awkwardly, her head bumping the far end. Her lower buttocks still protruded outside; he shoved her body in forcibly and slammed the lid shut.
"Eek..."
Starting from the basic naked doggy position... now with her back maximally hunched and neck craned downward—an excruciating posture. If this cage were an opaque box instead of bars, no one would imagine a person crammed inside; it was that tiny.
"Ugh..."
Her breasts compressed, making even breathing labored. Shifting for comfort, she spread her arms shoulder-width and pressed her knees outward to carve space for her hips.
"Good. Stay still."
He operated the terminal, slowly hoisting the cage. Heo Seong-ah dangled in midair like a lantern. Her gaze halted just above the head of the man standing before her.
She soon realized why he'd raised it so high.
"Nice view. You probably have no idea how pathetic you look from here, do you?"
His eyes aligned perfectly with Heo Seong-ah's pussy in the cage. He blew a playful puff of breath, and she clenched her hole visibly, her folds twitching in response.
"Hngh..."
Hyper-aware of her shameful exposure, Heo Seong-ah struggled to close her legs—but it was futile writhing. Each time she tensed her lower belly, her labia clenched and relaxed in lewd display, like a whore begging, put it in.
"Speaking of which..."
He picked up her discarded file and read aloud.
"Previous punishment: urine inserted into rectum. Correct?"
"Yes..."
"And you got on the managers' bad side with excessive resistance? True?"
"Probably..."
Dredging up uncommitted sins for subhuman treatment... who wouldn't rebel against that?
"And during Shared Property Facility training, you must remain a virgin. Correct?"
"Huh? I-I don't know about that..."
"As for the crime... we'll skip that."
"Yes... Ah, ah..."
Mid-response, darkness flickered before Heo Seong-ah's eyes. Like a faulty TV, static buzzed her vision... and for a moment, she nearly blacked out.
"Hoo... huu..."
Lips gritted, she stared into space with half-lidded eyes. Ferociously fighting the sleep, but one slip in vigilance and she'd drift away.
"First this... then that... skip this one... done. Decision made."
Closing the file, he fetched tools and drugs from the shelf, lining them up. He dumped a visibly ominous drug into a jar, stirred it, and dipped a broad-tipped brush.
"Miss Heo Seong-ah."
"Y-yes..?"
Hearing her name after so long—replaced by a beast's number—she flinched.
"Why the jump? Didn't I say I don't fuss over beast rules or protocols?"
"Yes. Sorry..."
"Just saw your name on the file and called it. Seems we'll be seeing a lot of each other, so how about introductions?"
Heo Seong-ah was no ordinary livestock. Her condition suggested frequent meetings ahead.
"Y-yeah..?"
See each other often..? The old saying about words taking root unnerved her; she averted her gaze, anxiety blooming.
"Can't give my real name, of course. Here at the Shared Property Facility annex torture room, they call me 'K.' No deep meaning—just alphabetical assignment per batch: A, B, C, D... Think of it as an alias; you won't be calling me by name anyway."
"Yes."
K of the Shared Property Facility annex torture room. Nothing more to it.
"From now until morning roll call tomorrow, you'll endure torture. Understood?"
"Yes..."
"Before we begin..."
Click—he peeled a small capsule and parted Heo Seong-ah's buttocks slightly, shoving it into her anus.
"Heek!"
The foreign intrusion jolted her awake; she twisted side to side. It barely jiggled her cheeks.
"Ordinary suppository. Turns liquids solid—think of it that way. Until the effect kicks in and hardens your shit like constipation, no matter how hard you push, nothing comes out. Special measure to prevent defecation mid-torture."
He gently stroked her goosebumped buttocks.
"I may claim expertise in torture, but I hate filth. If a beast shits during session, even I don't know what I'd do. Got it? So don't take the suppository personally, Miss Heo Seong-ah."
"Yeees..."
Rage... humiliation... shame? No, she almost owed him thanks for averting bloodshed.
"Now, the real torture begins."
"Hngh..."
Already at her limit, Heo Seong-ah waged war against crashing sleep.
"Torture's simple, really. Stay awake for a day. If you sleep..."
K, gloved, withdrew the drug-soaked brush from the jar and flicked off excess. He lightly swept it from top to bottom over Heo Seong-ah's gaping pussy.
"Hiiiik!!"
The dense bristles mercilessly scraped her sensitive flesh. An unforeseen pleasure shocked her; goosebumps erupted as her body jerked.
"We'll brush your pussy like this. That's it."
"Ugh..."
That's it..? Heo Seong-ah thought. Like school days: dozing in class, standing in the corner, or a knuckle rap. For "sleep deprivation torture," it felt too mild. No deadly agony for nodding off—just a pussy brush? The cold shock would jolt her awake, sure, but no real pain.
Still...
"Um, excuse me..."
"What?"
"What... is that liquid you're applying down there..?"
Anyone would worry about something smeared on their most sensitive spot. What the hell was it..?