Slaves Planning an Escape
'Fucking lunatic…' Taehyun stared at Dohyung as the madman spouted complete nonsense, thinking to himself. This bastard really was a demon… a completely insane demon who no longer looked human at all.
“Ah, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”
Seeing Taehyun hesitate while looking at the puddles of piss scattered across the floor, Dohyung smiled brightly. If someone who didn’t know the situation had seen only this moment, Dohyung’s voice was so gentle it would have seemed like he was showing Taehyun merciful kindness. But Jia, listening from the side, knew from bitter experience that those words could never be trusted one hundred percent. That was exactly why the next thing to come out of his mouth terrified her so much.
“If you won’t do it, then what… I guess I’ll just play with Nabi and Kkami. Hey, Nabi. Have you ever heard of something called an inmon?”
“Um… a gate? Oh, isn’t that the Chinese character for pussy… sir?”
“Ah, maybe you wouldn’t know. That’s one meaning, but it’s also used for something else. Simply put, you could call it a womb tattoo.”
Dohyung laughed as if he found it amusing and pressed his finger firmly against the area just above Jia’s pussy.
“It’s called an inmon because it’s considered a lewd tattoo in Japan. Don’t you think it would look incredibly pretty if I drew one right here?”
He dragged his fingernail lightly across Jia’s skin, tracing the shape of the tattoo as if sketching it onto her body. Jia had never heard the word inmon before, so she couldn’t picture its exact design, but one thing she knew with absolute certainty was that having it engraved on her body would bring nothing good.
“It’d be fun to have you and Kkami compete, and the loser gets it branded as punishment, right?”
“Ah, aha… Then what about Amta… sir?”
“Amta? That one’s a guy. It wouldn’t mean much to brand him… Wait, actually, maybe it’d be even better because he’s a man? Heh heh!”
Imagining the look of utter despair on Jia, Jiseon, and Taehyun’s faces when they saw the inmon branded on their bodies made Dohyung eager to see it as soon as possible. So he decided that the loser of the next contest would receive the womb tattoo as punishment.
“I-I’ll do it… I’ll start cleaning… right now…”
Judging by Dohyung’s reaction, Taehyun realized that if he didn’t clean up the piss under the name of “cleaning,” something terrible would happen. With no choice left, he lowered his head toward the floor. He worried whether he could even clean up all the urine that had been sprayed everywhere, but there was nothing he could do about it. Taehyun squeezed his eyes shut, stuck out his lips, and sucked up the puddle of piss on the floor with all his might.
Dohyung pointed at Taehyun’s pathetic figure and burst into mocking laughter.
“You pathetic fuck, bwahahaha! This needs to be broadcast live. That way everyone can see just how much of a worthless piece of shit Amta really is. Don’t you think, Nabi?”
“Y-Yes! Master…”
Jia lowered her head and crawled across the floor, watching Taehyun suck up the urine with a sigh. There wasn’t a shred of guilt in her for having pissed on him earlier. It was simply a sigh of relief that she had avoided yet another bizarre punishment because of him.
But the ordeal for Jia was far from over.
“Alright, let’s leave Amta to his own business… Nabi, you need to get a new piercing added today, don’t you?”
Dohyung dangled another butterfly-shaped piercing right in front of Jia’s face as she let out her sigh of relief. The one currently attached to her right nipple was red. The new piercing he had brought was blue.
“Hiiik!”
Jia flinched back in shock at the sight of the piercing. She didn’t want any more wounds or strange objects attached to her body, and the thought of having to get another one filled her with disgust. She wanted to scream that she didn’t want to do it right now, but there wasn’t even a trace of rebellious spirit left in Jia to raise her voice against Dohyung.
“P-Please take good care of me… Master.”
Jia grabbed her trembling left breast—the one that would receive the new piercing—and held it out toward Dohyung. Seeing her obediently offer up her chest, Dohyung grabbed her breast roughly and pointed toward the exit of the basement.
“Let’s do it in my room instead of here. The piercing gun is up there.”
“Yes, Master…”
“And put on the blindfold like last time.”
Jia remembered the time Dohyung had dragged her out of the basement by her collar to another room. She ran to the storage area and brought back the blindfold she had worn before, along with the collar for Dohyung to hold. Whenever she left the basement in the past, she had always been ordered to crawl out on all fours with the collar attached. That was why she had brought the collar even though he hadn’t asked for it.
Dohyung smiled with satisfaction at the sight of Jia bringing the collar on her own without being told. Seeing her so perfectly trained as a slave now made him feel good. Jia put on the collar and blindfold herself, then got down on all fours, ready to move.
“Then follow me properly. Amta, you’d better finish cleaning everything here by the time I come back after giving Nabi her piercing, got it?”
“Glup… Hup! Yes, Master…”
Taehyun, who had been desperately sucking up the urine on the floor while fighting back the nausea rising in his stomach, jumped at Dohyung’s words and answered loudly. After confirming Taehyun’s reply, Dohyung dragged Jia’s collar and left the basement, locking the door behind him.
Not long after Dohyung took Jia away, Jiseon, who had been collapsed on the floor, slowly lifted her head.
“Haa… They’re finally gone? Those fucking bastards…”
In truth, Jiseon had regained consciousness a while ago. But she hadn’t gotten up right away and had pretended to still be unconscious. From the atmosphere, it seemed Dohyung was completely focused on punishing Jia, so she had stayed down like a corpse to avoid drawing attention. Thanks to that, she had managed to get through it safely, and she let out a sigh of relief. She had no idea that every single one of those thoughts had been completely read by Dohyung.
Taehyun didn’t pay any attention to Jiseon getting up and continued diligently cleaning the piss on the floor. He had no choice if he didn’t want to suffer anything even worse. Jiseon confirmed that Jia—Dohyung’s loyal little follower—was gone, then looked at Taehyun and called his name.
“Hey, Am… No, Moon Taehyun! Bring me the key over there!”
“Uh, yes?”
Taehyun was startled when Jiseon suddenly called him by his real name and turned around.
“What are you staring at? Hurry up and bring the key. Nabi… Ah, fuck! I’ve been calling everyone by those shitty names for so long that it’s stuck in my mouth now. Just bring the key that bitch Lee Jia left behind, quick!”
“O-Okay… ma’am.”
Jiseon pointed at the spot where Taehyun had been and shouted, indicating the key Jia had dropped. Taehyun glanced nervously at Jiseon, stood up, found the key Jia had left behind, and handed it to her.
Jiseon removed her collar, stood up, and stretched her stiff body in every direction. She didn’t understand the principle behind the electric shocks she received, but she always found it fascinating how her body ended up completely clean with no wounds afterward. While stretching, Jiseon spoke to Taehyun.
Like Jia, quite a lot of time had passed since she had been kidnapped and brought to this basement. She hadn’t been counting the days properly, but she estimated that at least three weeks had gone by.
“Haa… Fuck. Hey, what’s it like outside?”
“Pardon?”
“What do you mean, ‘pardon’? You don’t have to be so nervous when it’s just us. I don’t know about that bitch Jia, but I’m not submitting to Kim Dohyung. Just answer the question.”
Taehyun was at a loss about how to respond to Jiseon’s current behavior. He had no way of knowing whether it was truly safe to relax or if she would remember this conversation and tattle to Dohyung or Jia the moment they returned, claiming all sorts of things had happened.
“Ah, well… For now, there have been news reports saying that Nabi-nim and Kkami-nim are missing…”
“No, I told you to act normal… Never mind. So what happened?”
Jiseon raised her hand in irritation at Taehyun still acting like a slave, but when he flinched, she sighed and lowered it. She roughly understood why he was behaving this way, so she didn’t mention it and simply continued asking about the situation outside.
Ever since being kidnapped by Dohyung, she had endured everything while clinging to the small hope that the police would eventually find them. But too much time had passed, and she felt it was taking far too long. If she and Jia had been kidnapped at the same time, maybe it would be different, but Jia had been taken two weeks earlier than her. The world should have been in an uproar by now. Yet there was no sign of the police coming to rescue them. She was going crazy wondering what was happening in the outside world. She couldn’t ask Dohyung about it, so the only person she could ask was Taehyun, who had been brought in most recently. And she had to ask now, while Jia was gone.
If she had asked in front of Jia, who was now almost completely brainwashed into a slave, Jia might have screamed, “What? Why are you asking that? You’re not… thinking of escaping from here, are you? Say no right now!!” and then frantically pressed the electric shock button. Just imagining it made Jiseon shake her head.
“They contacted me and Eunji too, asking about Nabi-nim and Kkami-nim’s whereabouts… But since we honestly didn’t know anything, we couldn’t give the police any useful information.”
“Yeah, I guess. I was kidnapped without even knowing what hit me either…”
Jiseon shuddered as she recalled the moment she had been kidnapped by Dohyung. The sandbag game, the new technology lab game… It was a memory she never wanted to remember again—a day of being beaten like a dog on a hot summer day from morning till night.
“But when I disappeared, there must have been at least one CCTV or black box nearby. Didn’t the police check those?”
“I don’t really know about that… From the way the police were questioning us, it seemed like they hadn’t found any leads at all…”
When Jiseon heard that the police still had no idea they were being held by Dohyung, she couldn’t hold back her anger. She stomped her foot on the floor in frustration.
“It hasn’t been just a day or two since we were caught by that crazy bastard Kim Dohyung… It feels like it’s almost been a whole month, and they still haven’t found us? What the fuck!!”
Just as Taehyun had said, the police outside were indeed aware that Jia and Jiseon had disappeared and were investigating, but they hadn’t found a single clue. Naturally, all the important evidence had already been erased by Dohyung’s magic. Every trace of Dohyung on the CCTV and black box footage from the time of their kidnappings had been completely deleted, and he had made sure there were no witnesses. To the police, who knew nothing about magic, it must have felt like the two women had simply vanished with a pop, like magic.
Even if they spent their entire lives searching, it was one hundred percent impossible for the police to find them—especially if Dohyung had kidnapped all four people. The four victims had no way of knowing that fact.
“Haa… In the end, the only option is to escape.”
“Pardon?”
“Instead of sitting around hoping the police will save us, it’d be faster to figure out how to get out of here ourselves. Don’t you want to escape this place quickly too, you idiot?”
“That’s…”
Taehyun still couldn’t shake the suspicion that Jiseon might not be sincere, so he couldn’t easily answer her.
“Fuck… Just how long do we have to stay in this place…”
If Dohyung had been there, he would have answered Jiseon’s question.
Forever.