Jeong So-yeon's Demise: Why? Why?
She couldn't for the life of her understand why she was bound like this. Why? How? She'd answered honestly... She'd thrown away all her pride and chosen submission just to get another chance...
"Hello, Jeong So-yeon."
Kim Jin approached slowly, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his gown, wearing an awkward smile. So-yeon, unable to move a muscle with her body restrained, could only roll her eyes to look at his face.
"Why... hic, I'm a researcher at the Shared Property Facility, aren't I? Wh-why am I lying here like this?"
Terror and fear choked her words. Her hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, her thighs twitching in spasms. She knew better than anyone what it meant to be tied down here... The darker paths her mind wandered, the more her dread swelled.
"Jeong So-yeon."
Hic, "Y-yes..."
"Who said you're a Shared Property Facility researcher?"
"Pardon?"
"Yes, you were certainly a researcher at the Shared Property Facility. But you quit because you hated it, and you blew the second chance the HR manager offered. Can someone like you really be considered Shared Property Facility staff? You're just a spy dead set on stealing company secrets."
"Wh-what does that... I don't understand."
Her last memory from yesterday had vanished entirely; she couldn't recall a thing. In a hazy, dreamlike state, she'd been interrogated, confessed to being a spy through manipulated falsehoods, and the HR manager had offered one more chance. Desperate to seize it, she'd painted the facility in a positive light to show her sincerity... or so she thought, with her memories wiped.
"Bring that here."
"Yes."
One researcher pulled a smartphone from his pocket and played a video. Kim Jin took it and held it in front of the bound So-yeon's face.
The video showed... a conversation between the HR manager and So-yeon.
"Eek..."
Sensing something had gone terribly wrong, So-yeon glanced around. A dozen researchers glared at her with fury in their eyes.
...The video wasn't over.
— If...!@$!^@
— So... !@#!@
— Jeong So-yeon... !@$!@%^
"No... Ah, that's not...!"
She couldn't hear anything. She didn't want to. The video of her answering the HR manager's trap questions with brutal honesty dragged on for a full 14 minutes and 22 seconds. Staring at footage she had no memory of, So-yeon plunged into deep despair.
Her terrified face reflected in the smartphone's black screen, distorted in horror.
"Agh, th-that... that's not me. You know that, right? I-I never said those things..."
"Jeong So-yeon, just admit it. Why would we fake your video just to do this?"
"But... hic, I mean..."
Kim Jin fetched her file with all her info recorded. He skimmed the useless details and read the final sentence aloud.
Harboring malice and stealing state Shared Property Facility secrets; showing unrepentant hostility toward the Shared Property Facility to the end; deceiving fellow employees... and four other crimes besides. For these vile and heinous offenses, the maximum penalty under law—death—is hereby sentenced.
"Eh... Th-that can't be..."
The worst outcome she'd dreaded. Now an inescapable reality.
"You get it now, Jeong So-yeon? Why'd you act all cocky, violating your contract and quitting?"
"I was wrong... I'm so sorry! I'll do better now... please!"
Clank clank. She thrashed against her restraints, begging, but they ignored her.
"Honestly, the Processing Lab researchers are pissed because of you. What the hell did we ever do to deserve that shit-talking? It's fucking unfair."
"That wasn't... hic, I didn't say those things... It's all lies!"
"No. Every word in that video was your true heart."
The HR manager had injected her with a truth serum before the talk. To draw out honest answers from beyond her subconscious... exposing the hidden thoughts she'd buried deep.
"I'll be good. I'll do anything you say! I'll behave from now on, so spare me!"
"No can do. Too late."
Kim Jin shook his head and raised a hand slightly, signaling the researchers to prepare for processing. Watching them bustle about, So-yeon flailed wildly and burst into sobs.
"Don't! No! I said no! Hic, pleeease!!"
"Stop resisting. You think that'll change anything? With a death sentence, you're no longer human. You're an onahole with rights revoked."
Hic!
Onahole... Doomed to a lifetime as a tool that couldn't resist, a cum dump for men's cocks. She'd rather die. She wanted to die... but there was no escape.
"Commencing primary processing."
"Nooooo..."
Prick. A needle plunged into the nape of her neck. As the drug spread, her body went limp, strength draining away. The researchers deftly released the restraints and shredded her clothes with blades.
Hic...
Her T-shirt and skirt tore apart... her bra and panties followed without mercy. The pussy of a lifelong virgin gleamed pristine, a perfect slit untouched by use. She rarely masturbated, so her straight pubic hair grew neatly in an inverted triangle.
Huuuh...
Her first time naked before others, and it was this? Overwhelming shame hit So-yeon; she gasped for breath, swallowing tears.
Hic... guh...
The researchers went about their tasks routinely. Black markers drew dotted lines for amputation sites; they prepped the tools. Only after inserting blood packs and stimulants into her neck did primary processing prep complete.
"Feels kinda gross processing her like this."
"You too, huh? Fucking pisses me off."
One researcher glared, grabbed her big toe, and snapped it. Crack—
"Gaaahhh..."
So-yeon groaned in agony, choking on her breath. It hurt. Insanely. Her rigid bone and joint twisted backward, sending nerve-searing pain exploding through her.
He snapped the remaining four toes too, ruining them all.
"What the fuck did we do to deserve your bitching, huh?"
Another cleared his throat, hocked up phlegm, pried her jaw open, and spat the thick glob into her mouth, forcing her to swallow.
"Swallow nice or die."
"Pfft, at this rate she's not an onahole—she's a public toilet pussy house."
Snickers echoed from the researchers.
"Shall we cut off the fingers now?"
The researchers... had no intention of turning her into a docile onahole.