A Taste of One's Own Flesh
Contrary to Dohyung's pleasant thoughts, Taehyun's mind was rotting away after enduring a hellish week. Why am I here... What am I even doing...
After the race ended and he was captured by Dohyung, every one of Taehyun's memories was pure horror. When the unconscious Taehyun finally came to, he realized his body was completely restrained, unable to move at all. The restraint suit from the race had been removed, but his arms, legs, torso, and even his head were locked down to some kind of chair, leaving him utterly immobile. With a blindfold covering his eyes, he could see nothing, and the inability to move only made the terror swell inside him.
"H-hey! M-Master? What is this? Please let me go!"
He thrashed against the chair with every ounce of strength he possessed, but it was useless. Even when he screamed until his throat felt raw, no one answered. Only his own voice echoed back at him in the empty darkness.
Unable to see or move, forced to sit motionless, his sense of time slowly dissolved. He could no longer tell how long he had been trapped like this. Until that moment, Taehyun had no idea what kind of nightmare was waiting for him.
A full day after he regained consciousness, Taehyun sensed someone walking through the space and snapped awake. The moment the door opened, he screamed desperately.
"I'm sorry! I was wrong! Please, just forgive me this once!"
He didn't know who had entered, but his instincts told him it was Dohyung. The only way out of this nightmare, he believed, was to beg for mercy.
"Hmm...? So you were awake."
"I'm sorry..."
"Sorry for what? If you'd won the race, you wouldn't be here right now."
Taehyun felt Dohyung drawing closer with every step. What the hell is he going to do to me?!
With each footstep, the fear buried in Taehyun's chest grew stronger, sharper, heavier.
"Eek!"
The instant he felt a hand settle on his shoulder, goosebumps exploded across his skin. Then came a sharp sting, and the memory of the injection Dohyung had given him before flashed through his mind.
"Th-this is...?"
"An injection. The same one as last time. I originally planned to give it to you slowly so I could enjoy watching the changes, but since you refused to cooperate, I had to adjust my plans."
Dohyung pressed the plunger. Taehyun felt something foreign surge through his veins, spreading rapidly throughout his body. He remembered that every time he'd received this shot before, it had felt different from any normal medicine, though he could never explain why.
What... why is there so much of it?
The sheer volume flooding into him left Taehyun stunned. It was easily twice the amount he'd been given in the basement before. The previous injections had only caused a brief sting when the needle went in; afterward, he hadn't felt any major changes or pain. Because of that, he hadn't paid them much attention. But receiving this much at once terrified him. He had no idea what his body would become. His frame began to tremble uncontrollably.
Once the entire contents of the syringe had been emptied into the terrified man's body, Dohyung withdrew the needle and turned to leave.
"W-wait!"
"What? Suddenly so talkative?"
"How long... how long do I have to stay like this?"
Dohyung let out a small chuckle at the question. "About a week. Why do you want to know?"
"Well, it's just that..."
Taehyun wanted to ask for food. He had lost all sense of time, but it felt like at least a full day had passed. The problem was that basic human needs had begun to assert themselves. Hunger, thirst, and the urge to relieve himself had all emerged, yet he remained bound to the chair with no way to satisfy any of them. He feared that if he let Dohyung leave now, it would be a long time before he returned. So he called out.
But even after stopping him, the actual words—asking for food, asking to use the bathroom—wouldn't leave his mouth. He was afraid that such requests might provoke Dohyung for no reason and make things even worse.
"Hurry up and speak. I don't have time to waste on you. If you have nothing to say, I'm leaving."
When Taehyun hesitated, Dohyung announced he was walking out. The words jolted Taehyun into action. He shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Food and the bathroom! I really need to use the bathroom!"
"The bathroom?" Dohyung sneered at the desperate plea. "Go right there."
"...What?"
"I said shit where you're sitting. Letting you use an actual toilet would be too generous. And food? Don't be ridiculous."
Taehyun couldn't comprehend what he was hearing. Refusing to let him use the bathroom would only dirty the room, but denying him food entirely was a matter of survival. The implications made his blood run cold.
"B-but..."
"You'll die? Then die. Who knows? Maybe if you give me a proper apology, I'll reconsider."
Dohyung laughed loudly and grabbed the door handle. As the door began to creak shut, Taehyun screamed once more in pure desperation.
"Wait! Please! I was wrong! I'll do anything you want! Money, anything! Just forgive me!"
Dohyung ignored the plea entirely and closed the door behind him.
Left alone once again, Taehyun fell into helpless despair. The way Dohyung had spoken didn't sound like a joke at all. Hadn't he said that losing the race would bring painful punishment? Soon his stomach would begin to scream for food. The need to urinate was already unbearable, and the urge to defecate would surely follow. The thought of being left like this made him feel like he was losing his mind.
Eventually, Taehyun had no choice but to urinate while still strapped to the chair. Fortunately there was no signal yet that he would soil himself, but the urine was impossible to hold back. He felt the chair grow wet as the liquid ran down his legs. The real problem was the lack of water. Dehydration set in quickly, and his body began to feel like it was drying out from the inside. At one point he even caught himself thinking that he might try to catch the urine running down his own legs just to get some liquid.
They say a person can survive three days without water...
By his own estimate, more than two days had already passed. The fear that he might actually die of dehydration gripped him. He had sweated heavily during the race before being brought here and hadn't drunk anything since. The dehydration was progressing faster than it should.
On the second day, Dohyung entered the room again and administered the same injection as before. Once more, Taehyun begged desperately for food or water.
"Alright then... Tell me what you think was the worst thing you ever did to me. The most inhuman, trash-like act. If it matches what I consider the worst, I'll give you food and water right here."
Taehyun frantically searched his memories for every cruel act he had committed. Stepping on Dohyung with Jisun. Burning all of his belongings. Destroying everything in his house. Forcing him to lick his own semen off the floor. Jokingly pushing him into traffic. Using his influence to bribe teachers so no one would help Dohyung, isolating him completely at school. Countless memories rose up like bile.
Only now did Taehyun truly realize how much he had tormented the other boy. He had to choose one. He had to guess correctly if he wanted food or water. He didn't want to die here. If he could just get out, he planned to flee overseas with Eunji and never have anything to do with Dohyung again. To do that, he needed to guess right.
What could it be? What was the most trash thing I did...?
There were too many choices. He felt like he was going insane trying to pick one.
"Hurry up. If you don't answer within a minute, I'm leaving."
"I-I understand! I'll say it! It was when I forced you to lick my semen! That was wrong. I wanted to humiliate you!"
Dohyung remained completely silent. The lack of response only terrified Taehyun more. Had he chosen wrong? Was he going to die of thirst here?
"Hmm... Unfortunately, that's incorrect."
"N-no way..."
Taehyun was stunned. He couldn't imagine anything worse than that.
I did something even worse than that? What could it possibly be...?
"Still, what you mentioned was definitely trash behavior, so I'll give you food and water. Consider it a special treat."
"Th-thank you!"
Taehyun felt a wave of relief when Dohyung agreed. After Dohyung left the room and returned a short while later, Taehyun's nose caught the smell of cooked meat. Dohyung fed him the food and water without releasing him from the chair or removing the blindfold.
"Here. I'm feeding you myself, so chew thoroughly. Understand?"
"Y-yes, Master!"
Dohyung first gave him water. Taehyun drank greedily, the liquid tasting sweeter than honey. The cooked meat that followed was well-seasoned and delicious, though the flavor was completely unfamiliar. Until he had swallowed the last bite, Taehyun never realized he had just eaten his own testicles.
They had been removed the very first day he was captured. Since he couldn't move his body, he hadn't noticed their absence against his thighs, and the magical healing afterward had left no pain to alert him.
Watching Taehyun devour his own balls with apparent relish, Dohyung laughed inwardly. This is exactly why you all fail... You never truly understand what you've done wrong.
Dohyung only told him what he had eaten two days later. Taehyun screamed in disbelief, unable to accept the truth. At that point, Dohyung finally released him from the chair. When the blindfold was removed and Taehyun looked down at his own body, the shock was overwhelming.
His once-muscular frame had grown thin and frail. His chest was beginning to swell outward noticeably. His hair had grown much longer. But the worst discovery was the complete absence of what should have been between his legs. He reached down in disbelief, touching only empty space, desperately trying to deny reality. It was gone.
Overcome with rage, Taehyun lunged at Dohyung, but he was no match at all. Afterward, Dohyung continued the injections without fail. Once Taehyun was freed from the restraints, Dohyung ordered him to stop touching his now-useless cock and to use a dildo in his ass instead.
Unable to disobey, Taehyun could only cry as he endured the hellish days. As time passed and he watched his body twist into something grotesque, he began to question whether life was even worth living anymore. He no longer had a body that could return to normal society. Even if he escaped, what kind of life could he possibly have?
Maybe... I should just kill myself.
The desire to stop living naturally led to thoughts of suicide. If there had been anything sharp nearby, he might have slit his own throat to escape this nightmare. But even those thoughts were being read by Dohyung.
"No. Absolutely not. You don't get to escape hell so easily."
Dohyung had no intention of letting Taehyun die. Not yet. So he placed a subtle spell on Taehyun's mind, preventing suicidal thoughts from fully forming no matter how painful things became. It would be too wasteful to let him die before the real show even began. If he was going to commit suicide, it should only come after experiencing the greatest despair of his entire life. Only then would the scales balance.
And that moment of ultimate despair would arrive soon enough—when Eunji was brought down into the basement. Taehyun would taste true hell then.