The Deal with the Demon: Final Examination and Discharge?
Na-bi staggered after the figures until they reached the examination waiting room attached to a shower. They tossed her inside and left, issuing a silent command to wash. Na-bi turned the faucet.
*Shuaaaa.*
Warm water cascaded down, far from the cold disinfectant or high-pressure hose. It was genuine bathing water.
*Shuaaaa.*
Streams flowed from her crown to her toes. She closed her eyes and savored the warmth. The scent of disinfectant and the acrid smell of blood washed away. She could barely recall the last time she had truly bathed.
“Hah…”
Breath fogged white in the air. The sticky white gel clinging to her body and the dried filth were sucked down the drain. Na-bi rubbed her skin. The bandages left scars, but no more blood flowed. The miracle of Indomitable’s body and the bandages’ power had sealed the wounds shut.
“Done washing?”
The director’s voice came from outside the door. Na-bi startled and shut off the water.
“Y-yes! All done!”
She hurriedly dried herself and slipped into the fresh patient gown. Thin and loose, it was still a hundred times better than the bloodstained clothes. She shook out her wet hair and stepped out.
The director sat in the examination waiting room chair, flipping through charts. He looked at the now-clean Na-bi and nodded with satisfaction.
“Now you look more human.”
“Doctor… are you really discharging me?”
Na-bi asked cautiously. Her heart pounded. Seven days. The memories were hazy, but the time the director had promised had arrived.
“Of course. I keep my promises.”
The director rose from his seat and pointed to the next room.
“But one last procedure remains. Final examination before discharge.”
“An examination?”
“Yes. You must be in perfect condition to send you out. It’s simple. I’ll listen to your heart and check with an endoscope.”
Stethoscope and endoscope. Words from medical dramas. Relief washed over Na-bi. No needles or dildos. As long as it was just checking her condition, she could endure anything.
“I’ll do it! I’ll take it!”
Na-bi answered boldly and entered the examination room.
*Click.*
The room was dim. In the center sat a single examination chair, and beside it a tray displayed gleaming metal instruments.
“Sit.”
Following the director’s order, Na-bi sat. The cold leather seat pressed against her buttocks.
“Lift your top.”
Na-bi lifted her gown without hesitation. Her bare breasts were exposed. The director took the stethoscope from around his neck and placed it against her chest. But he did not press the head to her skin.
Instead, he reached for a long, thin tube from the tray. At the end was a small microphone-like device, an unfamiliar instrument. [Esophageal Stethoscope].
“What is this?”
Na-bi asked. The director explained gently.
“To hear the heartbeat more accurately, it must be inside. Through the esophagus.”
“Esophagus? Through the throat?”
“Yes. It won’t hurt. Just a bit uncomfortable. Open your mouth.”
Na-bi hesitated, but for discharge she endured it. She opened her mouth wide.
*Swish.*
The cold tube end pressed her tongue and slid into her throat. A foreign sensation rose. Nausea surged.
“Ugh…”
“Hold it. Swallow like gulping.”
Na-bi squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed the tube. It slid down the esophagus like a snake. The scraping sensation inside her neck. It sank deep, past her heart.
“Good. The heartbeat is very clear.”
The director listened to Na-bi’s pulse through the stethoscope. *Thump, thump, thump.* Fast and irregular. A life sound mixing terror and anticipation.
“Your heart is strong. Next, I’ll check with ultrasound.”
He did not remove the tube. Instead, he picked up a thicker instrument. [Esophageal Ultrasound Probe]. A black rod the thickness of a finger. At the tip was a camera lens.
“This is a bit thick. Relax.”
The director gripped Na-bi’s jaw and forced her mouth wider. He pushed the probe into her throat.
*Gak! Gwaak!*
Tears welled in Na-bi’s eyes. This was on another level from the tube. The esophagus was squeezed tight. She could not breathe.
“Hup! Uwaaak!”
“Breathe. Through your nose.”
The director patted her back and pushed the probe deeper. To the stomach entrance. He watched the monitor, observing her internal organs. The movement of the heart valves. Every wrinkle of the esophageal lining was laid bare.
“Clean. After days of fasting, your stomach is empty.”
The director twisted the probe inside her. Na-bi gagged in pain. But his touch was professional. Not abuse, but the cold gaze of a clinical observer. It strangely calmed her. *He really is treating me. I can really leave.*
After finishing the esophageal check, the director withdrew the probe.
*Uwek. Kooluk.*
Na-bi drooled and coughed. Her throat felt raw.
“Upper part passed. Now the lower part.”
The director leaned back the chair. Leg supports rose like in a gynecological exam. Na-bi spread her legs and lay back naturally. No shame. She had already shown everything there was to show.
The director took a [Cystoscope] from the tray. A long metal tube. He applied anesthetic gel to the tip.
“I’ll look at the urethra. Don’t strain.”
*Swish. Chirit.*
Cold metal pierced the urethral opening. It stung, but the gel allowed it to slide deeper. Into the bladder.
“U… uuu… this feels weird…”
Na-bi twitched. An uneasy feeling like needing to urinate. The director manipulated the endoscope, probing inside the bladder. The bladder wall that had been abused yesterday by the balloon catheter and forced urination. Red pinpoint hemorrhages, but thanks to [Indomitable], it had not torn.
“Bladder is tough too. Young people recover fast.”
The director pulled the endoscope out. Na-bi exhaled in relief. Was it over?
“Last one. The uterus.”
The director lifted the [Hysteroscopy]. Slightly thicker than the cystoscope, a five-millimeter metal rod. He used a speculum to spread and hold Na-bi’s vaginal entrance.
*Clack. Thud.*
“Hic! Ah… it’s cold…”
“It’ll feel a bit tight.”
The director positioned the endoscope at the cervical opening and pushed.
*Uuduk.*
“Aaah!”
Na-bi’s back arched. The painful, dull sensation of forcing open a closed uterus. No anesthesia. A steel rod probing deep inside.
The director watched the monitor and pushed the endoscope deeper. To the uterine lining. There, the remnants of days of torture remained. Punctures from the probe, scars pierced by metal, wounds scratched by dildos. But thanks to the bandages, they had miraculously healed.
“Amazing. This is a miracle.”
Admiring it, the director twisted the endoscope. He thoroughly scanned the inside of the uterus. Na-bi endured the heavy pressure on her lower abdomen, biting her lip. Just a little longer. Once this is over, she could go.
“Good. Very clean.”
The director withdrew the endoscope and removed the speculum.
“Hoo… hoo…”
Na-bi’s legs went limp. Every hole in her body had been examined. She felt as if her insides had been turned inside out.
But it was not over. The director turned her around, made her lie on her side, and bent her back into a fetal position.
“I need to check the cerebrospinal fluid. To see if there’s anything wrong with your head.”
[Lumbar Puncture]. Inserting a needle between the vertebrae to draw cerebrospinal fluid.
“Don’t move. If you disturb the nerves, you’ll be paralyzed from the waist down.”
Following the director’s warning, Na-bi held her breath. From behind came the sound of rustling. The smell of disinfectant.
*Sting.*
The needle entered between her waist vertebrae. A heavy pressure as it pierced the gap between bones. Electricity shot down her legs.
“Uwaaah…!”
“Stay still.”
The director skillfully inserted the needle and collected the fluid. A syringe filled with transparent liquid. The lifeblood that had wrapped her brain and spine.
“Done. It’s over.”
The director pulled the needle and applied gauze. Only then did Na-bi release the breath she had been holding. Covered in sweat, she sat on the chair.
The director removed his gloves and wrote something on the chart. Then he looked at Na-bi and smiled faintly.
“Examination complete. Your condition is very good. You may be discharged.”
Discharge. The word she had waited so desperately for echoed in her ears like the sound of heavenly trumpets.
“Really? I can really go?”
Na-bi asked in disbelief. The director nodded.
“Yes. I said I keep my promises. Pack your things and leave.”
Na-bi was overjoyed. But there was one thing she had not forgotten. She cautiously opened her mouth.
“Um… doctor. That… key?”
The key he had promised at the beginning. The [key] to leave this hell after enduring five days. Na-bi looked at the director with pleading eyes.
But the director’s reaction was unexpected. He adjusted his glasses and pretended not to hear.
“Key? What key?”
“Um… that… the key to the door out… you said you’d give it…”
Na-bi’s voice trembled. Anxiety surged. Was he not giving it? Had it been a lie?
The director tapped the desk with a strange smile.
“Ah, that. Well… I can give it, or I can’t.”
He drew out the moment, savoring her desperation.
“My mood needs to be good for me to give it.”
Na-bi immediately understood. Mood. Satisfaction. Service. If she refused here, it would end. No key. No discharge. Without hesitation, Na-bi knelt on the floor.
“I… I’ll make you feel good. Please give me the key…”
Na-bi unbuckled the director’s belt with trembling hands. She lowered the zipper and took out the heavy, swollen cock. The pungent scent of night flowers stung her nose.
“Please. It’s the last time.”
The director stroked her head. Na-bi closed her eyes and took his cock into her mouth. She wrapped the glans in her warm, wet oral mucosa and moved her tongue to stimulate the urethral opening.
*Churup. Chob. Chyuweob.*
She had to live. She had to leave. With that single will, Na-bi pleasured the director’s cock with utmost care. Just this once. Just this well. Even as her consciousness faded, she did not let go of the thread of hope and moved her tongue desperately.
The director looked down at the top of Na-bi’s head and smiled lewdly. In his eyes, the cruel truth she did not know was reflected.