A Cruel Reunion and the Opening Act
"Ugh... Nnh...?"
Taehyun, who had lost consciousness from Dohyung's attack, finally opened his eyes as time passed.
Perhaps because he had been blacked out for so long, his vision was blurry even after opening his eyes, and he couldn't make out his surroundings.
He tried to move his body to at least check his immediate environment, but his limbs refused to obey.
Clank!
"Ugh... what? What the hell is... this?"
As his vision slowly cleared, Taehyun realized the state he was in.
He was bound to some sort of chair. His hands and feet were tightly secured, leaving him completely immobilized.
Not only that, but his torso was strapped flat against the backrest, and even his head was held fast by what felt like a thick leather belt, preventing him from turning left or right.
With his head locked in place, his field of vision was severely restricted. He couldn't scan the entire room, but from what little he could see, he was in a very dark, windowless space.
Having only just regained consciousness, Taehyun couldn't comprehend why he was in this predicament.
What is this? What the hell is going on?!
The sheer absurdity of the situation sent a jolt of panic through his mind, leaving him with only one thought: he had to escape.
He thrashed and squirmed, trying to break free, but his thoroughly bound body showed no signs of budging.
As he struggled, the memories of what had happened right before he blacked out began to flood back.
"You... you son of a bitch! This is your doing, isn't it?! Let me go right now!"
Remembering Dohyung's mocking grin as he collapsed, Taehyun thrashed violently and screamed at the top of his lungs.
As Taehyun bellowed, the heavy click of a door lock echoed, followed by the sound of footsteps entering the room.
However, because the door had opened somewhere behind him and he couldn't turn his head, Taehyun couldn't see who it was.
But knowing there was only one person who would walk in under these circumstances, Taehyun screamed again.
"You motherfucker, untie me this instant! Untie me before I fucking kill you!"
"Geez, I can hear you perfectly fine without all the shouting. Keep it down, will you?"
The voice drifting from behind his head was unmistakably Dohyung's.
Yet, Taehyun still had no idea that the man who had kidnapped him was the very same Kim Dohyung he had tormented in high school.
"You remember our bet, right? You lost... and so, you received your punishment."
"What? Don't make me laugh! That wasn't a fair bet. Punishment? Wait... I received it?"
Taehyun's heart sank at Dohyung's words.
He remembered Dohyung declaring his defeat, and he remembered the threat of five injections as the penalty.
But what terrified him was that Dohyung had spoken in the past tense.
"Yep, you already got it. While you were fast asleep, I personally took care of it. Quick and easy, zip, zap, zoom! Aren't you grateful?"
"What the hell... What did you do to my body?!"
Hearing Taehyun's panic, Dohyung slowly strolled around the chair and entered his line of sight.
He dragged a nearby chair over, placed it directly in front of Taehyun, and sat down, crossing his legs.
"Hmm... I wonder what I did. Want to take a guess?"
"Stop playing games... and tell me right now!"
"You really do nothing but bark like a mad dog. But you're not the only one who can get angry, Taehyun."
Taehyun flinched as Dohyung casually dropped his name.
Up until now, he had assumed this man was a complete stranger. But hearing the natural, familiar way the man spoke his name triggered a faint, unsettling sense of recognition.
"Who... who the hell are you?"
"Me? Hmm... It's truly fascinating how not a single one of you remembers me. And here I was, unable to forget any of you for even a single second."
Taehyun racked his brain, trying to piece it together.
Initially, he had thought this man was just a sick psychopath who had kidnapped him and targeted Eunji solely to make him suffer.
Otherwise, who in their right mind would dare kidnap someone of his high social standing and stretch their filthy claws toward his wife?
But this conversation made it clear: this wasn't a random lunatic. This man held a deep, personal grudge.
The only problem was... Taehyun had done far too many terrible things in his life to easily narrow down who might hold a grudge against him.
"I don't know who you are... but you clearly have a bone to pick with me. What is your angle? What do you want?"
"My angle? There's only one thing I want."
Taehyun hung on his every word, desperate for any clue that might reveal his captor's identity.
"To watch you suffer eternally. For the rest of your miserable life. That is all I want."
"Suffer? Is that why you laid your hands on Eunji?! Just to hurt me? If you had a problem with me, you should have just targeted me! Why drag an innocent woman like Eunji into this?!"
Believing that Eunji was completely innocent, Taehyun's rage boiled over. If this bastard had a grudge, he should have settled it with him directly. The thought of his beloved Eunji being dragged into his mess tore his heart to shreds.
But Dohyung's next words shattered his assumptions entirely.
"Oh, her? Who says that bitch Eunji has nothing to do with this? She's actually deeply involved."
"What...?"
Taehyun stared in utter shock. The realization that this man harbored a grudge against both him and Eunji sent a chill down his spine.
Eunji... is involved too? What does that mean...
"I've given you more than enough hints. Well? Do you finally know who I am?"
Taehyun had initially assumed it was one of the many people he had stepped on and discarded during his ruthless climb to power.
But if the grudge extended to Eunji as well, that couldn't be it.
Searching his mind for someone who would harbor a burning hatred for both of them simultaneously, Taehyun dug deep into his past, dragging up a memory he had buried long ago.
"No... way... Are you... that kid? From high school..."
"Oh? You finally remember?"
"But... weren't you dead? How on earth..."
Taehyun had lived all these years fully believing that Dohyung was dead.
When Dohyung had suddenly vanished back then, Taehyun had quietly searched for him to ensure his own bright future wouldn't be compromised. When no trace of him could be found, Taehyun had simply concluded that the pathetic loser had crawled off to some secluded corner and committed suicide.
To see that very same ghost standing right in front of him was nothing short of a nightmare.
"Well... I suppose you could say I almost died. Or maybe that I lived every day prepared for death. Either way, the important thing is that I'm standing right here in front of you. By the way, do you actually remember my name? You seem to know who I am, but you haven't called me by my name yet."
"T-That's..."
Taehyun stammered, his face turning pale.
He had recognized Dohyung as the boy he used to torment in high school, but the truth was, he couldn't for the life of him recall the loser's actual name.
"Wow... Even Jia and Jiseon managed to remember my name after a tiny hint. But you can't even do that? Now that's a little insulting..."
When Dohyung suddenly stood up and began to slowly close the distance, a cold, primal dread gripped Taehyun's heart.
"W-Wait, hold on! Back then... we were just kids! We didn't know any better. You know how it is—kids do stupid, thoughtless things without realizing the consequences... If you let me go now, I'll give you whatever you want! Anything!"
"It's truly fascinating. Why is it that every single school bully uses the exact same script when they finally get caught? 'We were young, we didn't know any better.' If you had even a shred of a conscience, those words would never leave your mouth."
Dohyung walked past him, stepping behind the chair.
With the sharp click of a releasing latch, the chair—which apparently had wheels attached—suddenly rolled forward.
"I was originally planning to keep you here and play with you for a bit before introducing you to the others, but change of plans. I think it's better if we just dive straight into the main event."
"W-What main event?! What the hell are you going to do to me?!"
Taehyun shrieked, his voice trembling violently as Dohyung began wheeling him away.
But Dohyung didn't bother to answer. He simply hummed a cheerful tune as he pushed the chair forward.
Wheeled out of the dark room, Taehyun was pushed down a long, sterile corridor.
There wasn't a single window in sight, leaving him completely disoriented and unable to guess where on earth they were.
Powerless to resist, Taehyun could only watch as Dohyung wheeled him to a stop in front of a heavy door at the very end of the hallway.
Jia woke up from her sleep and opened her eyes.
By now, her internal clock had adapted, allowing her to wake up at the exact same time every day.
It was the same for Jiseon, who shared the basement with her.
They had been imprisoned for so long that they had lost count of the days.
It had been long enough for them to despair, wondering if the police would ever find them, or if the world had forgotten about them entirely.
But regardless of whether rescue was coming, they still had to perform their daily duties.
And that meant waiting for Dohyung, who would be arriving in the basement shortly.
Moreover, today was a particularly nerve-wracking day, as it was the day of the scheduled duel between Jia and Jiseon—a contest that would decide who received a reward and who suffered a punishment.
But today, something felt different.
Usually, Dohyung approached the basement in absolute silence. Today, however, the muffled sound of someone screaming at the top of their lungs echoed from the corridor outside.
"Kkami, do you hear that outside?"
"Yes... I hear it..."
Jiseon answered, her voice naturally slipping into polite, formal speech.
She had been subjected to so much physical and psychological torment by both Dohyung and Jia that using formal honorifics had become second nature.
Whenever she failed to speak respectfully, Dohyung's fists and boots would rain down on her, or Jia would gleefully press the remote control to trigger the electric shocks or the vibrating anal plug inside her. She had no choice but to submit.
Tense with anticipation over what today might bring, the two girls stared at the basement door. The moment it swung open, they instantly dropped to the floor, assuming Position Number One.
""Good morning, Master!""
The greeting left their lips in perfect, practiced unison. This, too, was a habit beaten into them by Dohyung's strict commands.
"Yeah. Good morning."
As Dohyung acknowledged their greeting, Jia and Jiseon heard the distinct, rolling squeak of wheels entering the room.
Burning with curiosity, they desperately wanted to lift their heads and look, but without their Master's permission to break character, they had to remain frozen in Position Number One.
"W-What is this place...?"
Suddenly, a strangely familiar voice echoed through the basement.
"You may stand up now. I have some news for you today."
At Dohyung's command, Jia and Jiseon scrambled to their feet and eagerly looked toward him, desperate to satisfy their curiosity about the rolling sound.
But the moment they saw the figure bound to the chair, their eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
"Wh-What?"
"Taehyun? Why are you..."
Seeing Taehyun strapped tightly to the wheeling chair, completely at Dohyung's mercy, left both girls utterly stunned.
"Are you... Jia? And Jiseon? Why are you guys here?!"
Taehyun was equally shocked to see the two girls standing before him in this dingy basement.
"What are you talking about? Those aren't Jia and Jiseon. Hey, girls, why don't you introduce yourselves? It's been a while."
At Dohyung's grinning command, Jia and Jiseon immediately launched into their rehearsed introductions without a second's hesitation.
Jia spread her pussy wide with two fingers, aiming it directly at Dohyung as she cried out:
"I am Master's masochistic slave and first slave, Nabi!!"
Jiseon spun around, thrusting her rear forward, and pried her butt cheeks wide with both hands to display the anal plug firmly lodged inside her. She shouted:
"I am Master's anal onahole and second slave, Kkami!!"
Taehyun's mind completely blanked.
The two proud, arrogant girls he once knew were performing such degrading acts without a single shred of hesitation. His brain simply refused to process the reality unfolding before his eyes.
"See? You heard them. Those girls don't have names like Lee Jia or Kwon Jiseon anymore. They're just my slaves, Nabi and Kkami. Got it, Taehyun?"
"You... you crazy bastard..."
"Now, we have a new recruit joining us today. I brought him here to introduce him to you all."
Dohyung chuckled, lightly tapping the side of Taehyun's head.
"I haven't decided on a name for him yet. I wasn't planning on bringing him down here so soon, so I didn't have time to think. For now, should we just call him 'Amta' as a placeholder? Heheh!"
Watching Dohyung laugh while tapping Taehyun's head, Jia and Jiseon grew incredibly tense. They had no idea what cruel game their Master was planning to play today.
Based on their agonizing experience, they knew that whenever Dohyung wore that particular smile, some unimaginable horror was bound to follow.
"Today, we're going to hold an initiation ceremony for Amta. Using this."
Dohyung tossed an object onto the floor in front of Jia and Jiseon.
Staring at the item that clattered to the ground, the two girls blinked in confusion.
What Dohyung had thrown was a strap-on harness.
They couldn't fathom why he was giving them a strap-on dildo, a device meant for women to penetrate others. However, because it was a direct order from their Master, Jia and Jiseon quickly picked the harness up from the floor.
"Now, today was supposed to be your duel day, right? So, we're going to combine it with Amta's initiation. A three-way showdown."
"A three-way...?"
"What do you mean..."
Jia and Jiseon listened intently, desperate to understand the rules so they could avoid the horrific punishment that awaited the loser.
Only Taehyun remained utterly lost, his mind reeling in panic.
"Yeah, it's a very, very simple game. All you have to do is break the new recruit. With what I just gave you. Simple, right?"
Dohyung let out a dark, amused laugh.