The Cold Anchor and Insect Soup
The cold anchor descended into her lower abdomen. Na-bi crouched on the floor of the treatment room, eyes fluttering open. The Hospital Director had abandoned her all night. He had driven a 30cm-long, thick [intramedullary nail] into her uterus.
"Uh...... hah......"
Na-bi tried to rise, but her breath caught. She couldn't straighten her back. A hard iron pillar wedged between her spine and pelvis; the slightest movement sent a spine-chilling metallic scrape against her uterine wall, echoing in her brain.
-Click. Clack.
The tip of the nail protruding between her legs struck the floor tiles. The vibration felt as if her bones were directly touching the ground. Na-bi had to crawl awkwardly and kneel.
"Look at that. It's morning on the fourth day."
The Hospital Director pushed a cart into the room. The scent of metal and a foul, acrid stench hit at the same time.
"You need to eat. You need energy to hold on."
He set a steaming tray on the floor. Na-bi instinctively leaned her head forward. Hunger was more primal than fear. But the moment she checked inside the bowl, Na-bi's face paled.
"......?"
Thick green soup. Floating above it were unidentified chunks. Crushed black legs, translucent wing fragments, and yellow lumps that looked like burst intestines. The stench of rotten food mixed with the repulsive insect-like pheromone aroma pierced her nose.
"What is this......?"
"Special dish. [Grasshopper and Cockroach Soup]. High protein."
The Hospital Director didn't even hand her a spoon.
"Lick it up. Like a dog."
He kicked the tray with his shoe, shoving it right in front of Na-bi's nose. In the sloshing green liquid, something like an insect's eyeball stared back at her. When Na-bi hesitated, the Hospital Director's voice lowered.
"If you don't eat...... Shall I feed it straight into your stomach through a tube? Until your guts burst like yesterday?"
Na-bi's body trembled. She hated tubes. Rather than the pain of forced injection, the revulsion of being forced to chew and swallow was what she felt.
Na-bi lay face-down on the floor. The nail in her uterus pressed painfully, but she bit back the scream. She buried her face in the bowl.
-Slurp. Slurp. Crunch.
The cold liquid touched her tongue. It was bitter, disgusting, and sour. Inside her mouth, the cockroach's legs crunched as they broke, and the popping eggs slid down her throat.
"Ugh......"
Na-bi cried as she gulped it down without chewing. She had to survive. Five days. More than half had passed. The Hospital Director watched with satisfaction as Na-bi lay on the floor, frantically licking up the insect soup.
"Good eating. As expected of a beast."
As soon as the meal was over, the Hospital Director grabbed Na-bi's hair and pulled her up. He wiped the green liquid from the corner of her mouth with his fingers and stared directly into her eyes.
"You've filled your stomach, so exercise."
The Hospital Director dragged Na-bi back to the [obstetrics examination table]. Familiar terror. But this time the tools were unfamiliar. [Pelvic traction belt] and heavy [weights]. And thick iron chains.
"Up."
When Na-bi lay on the examination table, the Hospital Director spread her legs and tied her ankles. Then he hooked the iron chain to the hole in the tip of the nail protruding from her vagina.
-Clunk.
"You were tied up and hung in the bathtub yesterday? You looked so comfortable."
The Hospital Director connected the iron chain to the ceiling's pulley, and on the opposite side, he attached a 5kg weight.
"But this time it's different. It won't be your ankles or armpits that support your body."
He let go of his hand. The weight fell to the floor.
-Krrick! Clang!
"Aaaah! My stomach! My stomach is tearing!"
Na-bi's hips bucked. The weight pulled on the nail, and the nail hooked like a fishhook into her uterus, trying to pull it out through the vaginal opening. Her cervix was stretched taut, as if it would tear. This wasn't hanging by external force. It was torture, hooking into internal organs and pulling.
"Now, give it strength."
The Hospital Director slapped Na-bi's thigh.
"Clench. If you don't, your uterus will come out entirely. All the organs in your stomach will spill out through that hole?"
Na-bi clenched her vaginal muscles to survive. [Conscious contraction]. 'I can't let it come out. I have to hold it.' Her brain issued the command, and her pelvic floor muscles contracted, gripping the slipping nail.
But the metal threads dug into the mucosa. The tighter she held, the more it hurt. The pain of the iron chewing into flesh. If she let go, organs would spill; if she held, flesh would tear. A dilemma.
"Hah...... ugh......"
Na-bi sweated coldly, enduring. Her muscles trembled.
"Good endurance. Then what about this?"
The Hospital Director pulled out an [electrocautery device]. He pressed the cold tip, not turned on, against her clitoris.
"Don't let go."
-Zzzzt!
"Aaaah!!!!!!"
Electricity flowed. Accompanied by the smell of burning flesh, intense pain scorched her nerves. At that moment, without her will, her vaginal muscles contracted strongly. [Reflexive contraction]. A defense mechanism against fear and pain. The body closed the hole to protect itself.
-Crack! Crunch!
The vaginal walls squeezed the nail until it cracked. The sharp threads dug deeper into the contracted muscles.
"Aah! It hurts! It won't come out! It's stuck tight!"
Na-bi shouted. She wanted to let go, but due to the reflexive action, it tightened on its own.
"Hahaha! Amazing! The uterus is trying to chew on the iron!"
The Hospital Director laughed maniacally and pulled out a [vaginal dilator] this time. A thick plastic rod with 5cm diameter.
"The entrance can't be narrowed. You need to spread it to let it in."
Na-bi's vaginal entrance was already occupied by the nail with no gap. But the Hospital Director forced a gap. He pushed the tip of the dilator into the narrow space between the nail and the vaginal wall.
-Crack. Grind. Squish.
"Khah...! It's tearing! Save me! Please!"
The vaginal entrance screamed. The dilator pried next to the nail, and the iron rod and plastic rod filled Na-bi's vagina completely.
"Space still remains."
The Hospital Director lowered his pants and pulled out his penis.
"No...... Not there...... Die...... I'm dying......"
Na-bi shook her head, pleading. With just the iron rod and plastic rod, her pelvis would burst.
-Poof! Squish!
"Aaaah——!!!!!!"
Three pillars entered one hole. The sound of the vagina tearing echoed through the treatment room. The Hospital Director's penis pierced between the nail and the dilator, completely crushing Na-bi's inner walls.
"Khh...! The bones... the pelvis is splitting...!"
Na-bi's scream was not an exaggeration. The volume exceeding physical limits slammed into the narrow pelvic cavity, and the pubic symphysis couldn't withstand the pressure, slightly parting with a creepy 'thud, crack' sound.
A human body is originally designed to allow passage of one baby's head, but this hybrid of cold steel, hard plastic, and a massive throbbing vascular flesh pole far exceeded the tolerance.
The inside of the vagina was literally a hell furnace. Every time the Hospital Director moved his hips, the sharp threads of the innermost nail scraped the side of the Hospital Director's glans, and the unpleasant frictional vibration amplified, slicing Na-bi's fragile mucosa like a saw. The plastic dilator next to it wasn't acting as lubricant but rather as a wedge, filling the gaps and raising internal pressure to the brink of explosion.
"Ah! Ah! The iron... the iron is scratching inside! It's grinding!"
"Yes, that's it! The sensation of different materials rubbing inside your flesh! Do you feel it?"
The Hospital Director, in madness, rotated the inserted penis while roughly pulling and releasing the iron chain connected to the nail with one hand. The taut uterus yo-yoed up and down. When it descended, the end of the nail hammered against the uterine opening with a bang, and when it rose, the taut iron chain rubbed against the vaginal entrance as if it would tear it.
Inside the vagina, iron, flesh, and plastic intertwined, creating a grotesque cacophony of 'crunch, grind, clang'. Na-bi's vision flashed white.
It was too horrific to be pleasure, and the pain was too intense to be just pain. The internal organs in her stomach were pushed by the massive foreign bodies, leaping up over the diaphragm.
The Hospital Director pistoned in the narrow gap. Every movement, the nail clanked, and the dilator shook as if it would come out. In the stomach, iron, plastic, and flesh slammed into each other, mincing Na-bi's internal organs like a blender.
-Crack! Crunch!
"Good! Grip tight! Tight enough to taste the iron!"
"Cough......! Ugh! My stomach......!"
Na-bi's abdomen was pressed to its limit. The three pillars crammed inside the pelvis pushed the internal organs upward, and the contracted abdominal muscles from fear squeezed her stomach. The green liquid she had forced down in the morning sloshed. The esophageal sphincter couldn't hold the pressure and opened.
"Ugh! Cough! Wheeze!"
From Na-bi's mouth, vomit shot out like a waterfall. Undigested grasshopper legs and cockroach wings, and the green insect soup mixed with stomach acid and spewed out. The thick green sludge ran down Na-bi's chin, soaking her white breasts and belly, dripping thump-thump between her legs.
"Dirty thing. You have to pay for eating by vomiting."
The Hospital Director didn't care that the vomit splashed on his body; instead, he enjoyed the abdominal convulsions that Na-bi caused when vomiting. Each time she vomited, her belly tightened, making the vaginal grip stronger.
"More! More tight! Tight while vomiting everything!"
The Hospital Director slapped Na-bi's cheek and spurred her to the end.
-Slap! Slap! Thud!
Na-bi vomited the green insect soup from above and blood from the torn flesh below, losing consciousness.
-Burrrr.
The Hospital Director came. Semen seeped between the nail, the dilator, and the torn flesh.
Na-bi's crotch was literally a hellscape. The red blood flowing out of the vagina, white semen, and the green insect vomit from her mouth mixed into a grotesque pool of colors.
"Hah......"
The Hospital Director pulled out his penis and the dilator. But he left the nail in place. Instead, he pulled the pulley string tighter, fixing it taut.
"You'll have to hang like this today."
He tied Na-bi's legs and fixed the pulley. Na-bi's hips slightly lifted from the examination table. Supported only by the nail embedded in her stomach, her lower body hung.
"If you let go, your uterus will be pulled out. Hold tight until tonight."
Na-bi, crying, gripped her vaginal muscles with all her strength. Still on her lips were fragments of insect legs. On the fourth day night, Na-bi clung to the nail in her stomach like a lifeline, hanging precariously above the pool of vomit she had spewed.