The Cold Pharmacy and Surgical Blades #019. Discharged Desire and Prescribed Blades
With a heavy clang, the massive iron door closed, cutting off the mannequins' footsteps. Silence filled the underground pharmacy. A single fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling flickered intermittently, illuminating the dusty glass display cases and scattered medicine bottles.
Na-bi lay on the floor, panting. The pain from her torn anus left her lower body numb. Her legs trembled, and her buttocks burned.
But her stomach was different. The enormous Living Key that had plunged deep into her rectum and filled her completely began to stir. Whether from the sense of accomplishment of having opened the door or from the pressure of the tightly clenched sphincter, the thing reacted violently.
- Gulp! Gulp! Squirming!
“Ha... ah, no... don't..."
Na-bi's belly heaved like a beast. Every time the key in her stomach pulsed, the torn anus wound reopened. It felt as if a living fish were inside her belly. And soon, a hot flood burst from deep within her stomach.
- Furrurrr! Rumble!
“Ugh... no—!!!!!!"
Na-bi's waist shot up. Ejaculation. The alien penis spewed an enormous amount of unidentified liquid into Na-bi's colon. Sticky mucus flowed back along the ruptured inner walls, filling her stomach.
“Huuuuck! My belly..."
Na-bi clutched her belly and rolled on the floor. After the ejaculation continued for a while, the swollen key began to rapidly contract. The size that had been as thick as an arm started to shrink. But it didn't disappear or come out completely.
- Srruk. Thud.
It hardened, becoming the size of an average male penis, a thick dildo, and coiled inside her anus, stopping. A perfect plug. The key had no intention of leaving her body as long as it wasn't pulled out. Rather, it settled comfortably inside her like a parasite nesting in her stomach.
Na-bi sensed it. No matter what door blocked the way ahead, she would have to carry this master key, the Living Key, inside her body to react quickly. Although it was disgusting and terrifying, this was her lifeline.
- Jurruk. Thud.
From between her legs, a cloudy liquid mixed with blood flowed down, wetting the floor. She didn't know if it was coming from her anus or her vagina. Her entire lower body felt like a sewer.
“Uuuu..."
Na-bi trembled with shame and pain, crawling on the floor. She had to live. She needed medicine... If she didn't take even painkillers, shock would come from the pain.
She dragged her bloodied lower body toward the faintly visible pharmacy counter on the floor. A long red trail of footprints stretched across the floor.
“It hurts... Painkillers... Please give me painkillers..."
Na-bi reached out her hand over the counter. Through the dusty glass window, an old robot arm of the mechanical pharmacist extended out. The joints creaked with a rusty sound.
- Beep. [Prescription check].
A dry mechanical voice rang out. Na-bi thought that since she had the 'prescription' given by the doctor, she could get the medicine, ignoring the key in her stomach. That prescription should have qualified her for the medicine.
But the machine's answer was cold.
- Beep. [Warning: Cannot receive painkillers or narcotics with this prescription.]
“What...? No... It's too painful..."
- Beep. [Alternative item provided: 'Surgical and Treatment Tool Set'.]
“Please... Doctor, no medicine. Huuuck."
Na-bi shouted and knocked on the counter. But the machine arm had no emotion. Instead of the brown medicine bottles in the display case, it pushed a cold metal tray.
There were no medicines on the tray. Only silver-glinting tools that gave chills just to look at.
[Scalpel] - A sharp surgical knife. [Forceps] - Long tweezers to pick up flesh. [Mayo Scissors] - Heavy scissors to cut thick tissue. [Catheter] - Thin rubber hose. [Speculum] - A cold metal device that forcibly opens holes. And a thin, vinyl-wrapped [new hospital gown].
“What is this... what is this..."
Na-bi despaired. Instead of medicine to relieve pain, they gave her surgical knives and spreaders. But this was the rule here. Only the things listed on the 'prescription'.
Whatever she held in her hand, if caught by the monsters like the monster-director, it would crumple like paper.
'Wait...?'
When had such a thing happened? Na-bi erased the fleeting thought and focused on the present.
She swept the tools into the small first aid bag next to the counter. The clattering metal sound scratched her nerves.
Na-bi hesitated as she tried to zip the first aid bag. The sharp touch of the cold metal scalpel in her hand pricked her palm.
It was sharp. It would cut even if it just brushed paper. Maybe human skin too. In an instant, a horrifying memory flashed in Na-bi's mind.
'Die... Die!!'
A few days ago, that 'patient' monster she had met in the first floor lobby. She had been careless with its hideous appearance, intestines protruding. Since it was half-dead, she thought she could win. With the sharp industrial cutter knife in her hand, she thought she could finish it by stabbing that dangling neck.
But the result was tragic.
Before her blade even touched the monster's neck, her vision flipped. Overwhelming strength. More reckless than a child pouncing on an adult. The thing twisted her wrist, breaking the bone, and snatched the knife she was holding.
'If it doesn't bleed, it should bleed when it hurts.'
It laughed like a child and stabbed her belly. Puuuk, puuuk. The cool sensation of the blade she had swung piercing her belly skin. The sound of hot blood gushing out and wetting the floor. In the pain of her intestines twisting, she realized.
Human and monster. Predator and prey. Here, she could not be a hunter. No matter how sharp the knife, before piercing their skin, she would be torn to death first.
“Uuu... huuuu...!"
Na-bi startled and dropped the scalpel. Clang. The scalpel on the cold floor seemed to mock her.
'If I attack... I die.'
Her wrist throbbed. The bone that had broken back then had healed with Indomitable, but the fear engraved in the bone remained. Attacking was suicide. It would only anger the monsters. If she resisted, she would be crushed more horribly.
Na-bi trembled and picked up the scalpel that had fallen on the floor. It wasn't for attack. This was... yes, this was... a tool to be used if she was ever captured and needed to cut her own flesh to make an escape route.
It might be usable to loosen restraints binding her body or cut something.
She shoved the scalpel deep into the bag. And she took the scissors and forceps too. Hypnotizing herself that they were not weapons but survival tools.
“Huu... huu..."
Every time she saw the sharp tools, the image of being stabbed in the belly flashed.
Every time the sharp edge of the scalpel swept into view, Na-bi reflexively clutched her lower belly.
The wounds had already healed with Indomitable's miraculous regeneration, leaving only faint scars, but the pain remembered by the nervous system was still ongoing. The brain was regenerating the sensations of the past at will. The foreign sensation of cold metal digging into her warm belly. The chill when organs were stirred. And the monster's laughter lingering in her ears.
'Don't you hurt?'
“Uuu..."
Na-bi swallowed her vomit. Every time the tools in the bag clattered, a fear that they might come alive and stab her belly again assaulted her.
Sharp things were not weapons to protect her. They were just knives to stab and tear her. She could not resist. If she resisted, it would hurt more. She had to just run, hide, and do as she was told. That was the only survival rule she had learned in this hell.
Na-bi shook her head vigorously to shake off the lingering scent of blood. It was not the time to be trembling with fear. She had to immediately remove the horrifying filth covering her body.
And she ran from the mannequins covered in blood and filth, throwing off the torn patient gown. She became naked to change into the new hospital gown. Under the fluorescent lights of the underground pharmacy, Na-bi's wretched appearance was revealed. Bruises all over her body, thighs wrapped in bandages, and the tip of the key protruding from between her buttocks. Through that gap, unidentified white liquids were dripping and oozing out.
“Huu... uuu..."
Na-bi hurriedly put on the new clothes to cover that hideous sight. Although the thin fabric soaked up blood quickly, it was better than being naked. She straightened her clothes and looked around.
At that moment, a worn and torn map stuck to the wall next to the counter caught her eye.
<Level 1: Lobby Guide>
Center: Convenience Store (CVS 24) - Safe Zone. Bandage supply.
North: General Hospital - Medical staff waiting.
Underground: Pharmacy - Current Location.
West: Museum -
East: Exhibition Hall - Infinite Corridor.
South: Trapdoor - Exit (appears to require 3 keys).
“It's real... Convenience store... Bandages..."
Na-bi's eyes widened. The map of the convenience store and her instinctive memory. The convenience store was a safe zone. Bandages were there. Then, how far is the convenience store's floor statement true? Could she believe it all?
Medical staff? There were only crazy monsters that cut everything with mannequins and scalpels. The underground pharmacy wasn't even marked.
The exhibition hall seemed to refer to the place where she had been raped by a plaster statue centaur and almost became an exhibit.
Na-bi was confused. But there was no time to ponder now. The hospital door, the iron door she had come down the stairs, was closed. Beyond it, dozens of mannequins were lined up waiting. She couldn't go back. Then she had to take another path.
She moved her finger along the map. There was a west passage in the corner of the pharmacy. A path leading to the Museum.
In the corner of the pharmacy, hidden in the darkness, the west passage was not visible. The entrance was extremely narrow.
It was a passage, not a vent—a device that smooths air flow inside and outside the building for ventilation, exhaust, and air circulation.
She could escape through the vent to the west passage. But the path leading to the museum.
“Museum..."
The large mannequins bigger than Na-bi couldn't come through the narrow vent. They probably only stayed in the central plaza and hospital, so maybe not in the museum. Probably. No certainty, but she had to hope.
“Mannequins... won't come?"
Na-bi comforted herself. The museum—she didn't know what was there. But at least there wouldn't be crazy doctors tying her to an operating table and raping her. There probably wouldn't be perverted mannequins trying to fill her holes with plastic, unless they met her at the entrance.
Na-bi put the first aid bag on her shoulder, carrying the heavy Living Key in her stomach, and stood up. Her legs trembled so much she couldn't walk properly.
Her hand instinctively went behind her hips. She grabbed the handle of the protruding key.
She wanted to pull it out right now with force. She wanted to escape this foreign sensation and the humiliation of being violated in her belly.
But Na-bi stopped her hand holding the handle.
'No... if I pull it out now, it's dangerous.'
Three reasons held her instincts.
First, its role as a plug. The huge weapon that had just entered had ruptured the sphincter.
Since this key was blocking the hole like a cork stopper, it was fortunate, but if she pulled it out?
The monster's semen filling her stomach and blood bursting from ruptured blood vessels would pour out like a dam breaking. Maybe even the exposed organs would spill out. Until it recovered with Indomitable, this was acting as a hemostatic agent and bandage.
Disgusting and painful, but pulling it out would definitely cause greater bleeding. Then she would have to stay here to recover, and she couldn't guarantee that the mannequins outside wouldn't enter the pharmacy.
She had to move a little and get away from here.
Second, the fear of reuse. If this key went outside her body without stimulation, it would contract. If she met a locked door at the museum entrance again? If she met a locked door while crawling through the vent?
Then, she would have to repeat the hellish process of squatting down, putting the shrunken key in her mouth, sucking it, and forcing it in again from the beginning. Rather than that, it was better to leave it plugged into the already expanded hole and maintain it with body heat.
'Can't... can't do that again. Rather, keeping it plugged is better.'
And third, she didn't want to provoke the mechanical pharmacist staring at her in the pharmacy.
She didn't know what kind of monster it was, but if she dirtied the floor...
What would happen.
Na-bi bit her lip and let go of the key's handle. The foreign sensation in her belly was terrifying, but it was bearable compared to the fear of having to put it back in. Her rectum had now become a 'sheath' to store the key.
She lay on the floor and started crawling toward the west passage.
- Squelch... Thud.
- Twuk. Twuruk.
Her knees scraped and her buttocks throbbed. Every time she crawled, the key stuck in her anus poked at the rectal wall. Every time she moved, a bit of semen wrapped in the key oozed out. That foreign sensation constantly reminded Na-bi: You are not human now. You are just a vessel holding a monster's penis.
But there was poison in Na-bi's eyes. Tears dried on her cheeks, but the will to survive sparkled.
'Even in this state... I will definitely survive and pull out this horrific thing in my belly.'
And gather the three keys to leave this place.
In the darkness, Na-bi's desperate crawling continued. Where she passed, footprints and mucus left long traces.
The west passage was narrow and damp. From somewhere, a sound like a beast's howl seemed to come. But Na-bi didn't stop. Behind her was hell, and ahead was unknown fear. Unknown fear was better.
Na-bi gritted her teeth and threw her body into the darkness.
“I can go..."
Na-bi put the dripping first aid bag back on her shoulder. It was heavy. But it was lighter than the heavy foreign sensation in her belly. Every time the dildo (Living Key) stuck in her anus scraped the wall while walking. Along with prickly pain, a strange excretion sensation was felt.
Na-bi continued crawling toward the west passage. Her legs were too shaky to walk. She crawled on her knees and pulled with her elbows.
- Huddok. Thud.
Knees scraped, buttocks throbbed. Blood and semen smeared between her dragging legs. But there was poison in her eyes.
Survive, and definitely pull out this horrific thing in my belly. And gather the three keys.
The key given by the director, and the remaining two keys. Find all of them, open the door of this hell, and leave. She didn't know where outside this hell was, but it didn't matter.
In the darkness, Na-bi's desperate crawling continued. Where she passed, long red footprints and white semen trailed, sparkling like snail trails.