The Four Have Gathered
Two weeks had passed since the race between Jiseon and Taehyun, after which the pair had received their punishments. For one full week, Jiseon had been forced into the role of human furniture, her freedom utterly stripped away, while Taehyun had been transformed into a body that was neither male nor female. Nothing particularly noteworthy had happened in the meantime. Dohyung would descend to fuck either Jia or Jiseon, or they would suffer the reversed versions of the very methods they had once used to torment him. Life continued in its usual, hellish rhythm. The only real difference was that Taehyun’s mind—shattered by the punishment for his escape attempt—had almost completely collapsed. He could no longer move or speak properly.
When Dohyung ordered Jia or Jiseon to strap on a penis band and fuck Taehyun’s ass, the man who once would have screamed in protest now remained utterly silent, simply accepting his new reality. Watching him like that only strengthened Jia and Jiseon’s resolve never to rebel against Dohyung. They had no idea when or how they might end up just as broken and hollow as he was. Jiseon, especially, was terrified. After the race, she had overheard Dohyung muttering to himself—loud enough for her to hear—about whether he should sever the tendons in her arms and legs so she could never rebel again. Or perhaps it would be more entertaining to simply chop the limbs off entirely. The words had clearly been meant for her ears.
In the past she might have dismissed it as an empty threat, but after witnessing him castrate a man, she understood that those mutterings were deadly serious. Never mind whether amputation was even possible in this place without a doctor; if her arms and legs were truly taken… Even if the police eventually came to rescue her, what kind of normal life could she live without them? Jiseon wondered whether being saved in that state would even hold any meaning. She worried she might simply lose the will to live and choose suicide instead. Looking at Taehyun, Jiseon made a firm vow: she must never, ever do anything strange again.
At present, Dohyung had taken Taehyun out that morning, claiming he had business to handle, and had yet to return. The clock hands had already crept past ten at night. Meals were no longer an issue; Jia, now freed from her collar, could handle Jiseon’s food and bathroom needs. Even if Dohyung stayed away for a full day, their survival would not be threatened.
“I wonder what he’s doing today…?”
Jia muttered to herself as she paced back and forth inside the basement that now contained only her and Jiseon.
“Who knows… Where could he have taken Amta…?”
Ever since the human-furniture punishment, Jiseon had quietly obeyed Jia’s every word. Even before the escape attempt she had spoken to Jia with a degree of politeness, but she had always been waiting for the right moment to beat her unconscious and flee. Now she thought only of staying obedient and cautious.
Because Dohyung had given the two no explanation about what he was doing with Taehyun, his failure to appear at the usual breakfast, lunch, and dinner times left them strangely anxious. They couldn’t tell whether he was plotting some new torment or testing what they might do in his absence. People who grow used to a repetitive routine often become unsettled when that routine is suddenly broken. Having grown accustomed to Dohyung’s daily visits at set times, the simple fact that he had stayed away for one day filled both their hearts with unease. They told themselves nothing was wrong and they should feel relieved, yet neither could understand why the anxiety refused to leave them.
Then came the sound of footsteps approaching down the basement corridor.
“Ah, Master is here!”
Jia cried out with open delight the moment she recognized the sound of Dohyung’s footsteps. In the past, that same sound had struck her like the approach of a demon intent on tearing her apart, flooding her heart with terror. Now, instead of fear, she felt only the urgent desire to serve him diligently and bring him pleasure.
Jiseon, who had been trapped here nearly as long as Jia, could not comprehend her companion’s reaction. To her, it looked as though Jia had begun to see Dohyung as something far beyond a mere master. Almost like a girl in love…
That can’t be right.
Jiseon shook her head, erasing the thought as quickly as it had appeared. It made no sense to feel anything like love for the man tormenting them. That would be true insanity.
For now, greeting the approaching Dohyung took priority.
When Dohyung opened the basement door and stepped inside, both Jia and Jiseon instantly dropped into Position One, pressing their foreheads to the floor.
“Welcome back, Master!”
“Yes, have you both been well? I had some matters to attend to today. You may rise.”
At his words the two quickly stood. Their eyes immediately fell on the naked woman Dohyung held by the waist.
“I was quite busy today… I had to bring this one with me.”
Dohyung muttered as he hurled the woman—Eunji—onto the floor. She rolled once on impact but showed no sign of regaining consciousness despite the blow.
“It’s already quite late, so I’ll leave her here. Have a little reunion with your old classmate. Don’t torment her too much with education or anything of that sort.”
Having thrown Eunji down, Dohyung turned to leave. Jia quickly raised her hand.
“Um, Master! What happened to Amta…?”
Dohyung slowly turned his head, a faint smile curving his lips.
“What happened, you ask…? I’ll leave that to your imaginations. See you tomorrow morning~”
Without giving a proper answer, Dohyung stepped out, locked the door, and vanished.
Jia and Jiseon, who had expected some explanation this time, stood frozen, staring at the closed door. Only after a long moment did they regain their senses and walk slowly toward the woman Dohyung had left behind.
“This… is Eunji, right?”
“Yes… It looks like her…”
More than two months had passed since the pair had been captured by Dohyung, yet the moment they saw the woman in his grasp they knew it was Han Eunji. She lay completely naked and unconscious, so they first tried shaking her awake.
“Hey, Han Eunji! Wake up already!”
They shook her with all their strength, but Eunji showed no sign of stirring. Growing impatient, Jiseon stepped forward and delivered two sharp slaps to her cheek.
Slap! Slap!
“Wake up! We’ve got a mountain of questions for you!”
After several hard strikes, Jiseon saw Eunji’s eyes flutter and stopped. A low groan escaped the woman.
“Ugh… uhhh…”
“Hey, are you awake?”
“Uh… what?”
At the sound of Jiseon’s voice, Eunji slowly opened her eyes. The faces of Jia and Jiseon staring down at her came into focus.
“You two… Huh? What is this place?”
As her mind gradually cleared, Eunji sat up and looked around. Realizing she was in an entirely unfamiliar location, she could not hide her shock. Jia and Jiseon watched her with pity, knowing that by tomorrow Eunji would experience the same horrors they had endured.
While she was still glancing around in confusion, Eunji finally recognized the two women watching her.
“Wait… Are you… Lee Jia and Kwon Jiseon?”
Jia sighed as she watched Eunji point at her in disbelief.
“That’s right. Here, I’ve thrown away the name Lee Jia. Master calls me Nabi. This one is called Kkami. Remember those names well.”
“What? Nabi? Kkami? What are you even saying?”
Eunji stammered, unable to comprehend Jia’s words. She wanted to ask more, but the sight of their bodies stole the rest of her sentence. Jia’s nipples were pierced with cheap, gaudy butterfly-shaped rings. Something was visibly lodged inside Jiseon’s ass. They looked nothing like the people she had once known.
“Why do you two… look like that?”
Eunji asked, pointing at them with a trembling finger.
“These? Master gave them to me. If I hadn’t done anything wrong, I wouldn’t have ended up like this…”
Jia murmured, lightly tapping the red and blue butterfly piercings on her nipples.
“This? Master decided I would serve as an anal onahole and put this in so he can use me whenever he wants. Not that you’d understand any of that right now.”
Jiseon muttered while glancing back at the slime anal plug buried inside her. Of course Eunji could make no sense of their words. To wake up collapsed in an unknown place while people she used to know stood before her in bizarre forms, speaking incomprehensible nonsense—any ordinary person’s mind would simply go blank. Reality had outpaced her ability to process it. That was exactly Eunji’s current state. Even though Jia and Jiseon continued their conversation right in front of her, she could not follow a single thing they said.
The terms “Master,” “punishment,” and the strange politeness with which Jiseon addressed Jia were all beyond her comprehension.
“Anyway, have you seen Amta?”
“Am… ta?”
“Kkami, she probably doesn’t know the name Amta yet. She hasn’t met him since she arrived.”
“Ah, that’s true.”
The instant Eunji heard the word “Amta,” it sounded completely foreign. But as her mind continued to clear, the memory of the horribly disfigured Taehyun she had seen right before her own kidnapping resurfaced. She remembered that Dohyung had called him Amta.
“Amta… You mean Taehyun?”
“Oh? So you did meet him?”
“Well… we did meet, but…”
Eunji’s voice trailed off. It was difficult to claim with certainty that the person she had seen had truly been the Taehyun she once knew. Even now, recalling his appearance refused to match the man in her memories.
“You met him? Then Master must have taken Taehyun along to show you. That makes sense.”
“It might be. Hey, did you meet him outside with Master? Did he threaten you by showing you what happened to Amta?”
“Wait, wait just a minute!”
Eunji cut into their exchange.
“I can’t follow any of this. What the hell is going on? Who is this ‘Master’? I don’t even know his name.”
Since Eunji knew nothing about Dohyung—not even his name—she described his appearance in detail, gesturing with her hands. After listening, Jia and Jiseon nodded.
“The person you’re describing… does sound like Master. So he took Amta with him to bring you here as well…”
“What? That bastard is your Master?”
The atmosphere in the basement changed instantly. The relaxed expressions on Jia and Jiseon’s faces hardened, their gazes locking onto Eunji. The sudden shift left her flustered.
“Wh-what? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Jia let out a long sigh as she watched the bewildered woman.
“Ha… This reminds me of how Amta acted at first. I was planning to wake you early tomorrow morning for proper education since it’s already late, but it seems we can’t wait.”
She remembered how much trouble Taehyun had caused her with his nonsense when he had first been brought in as a slave.
“Master said to educate you appropriately, so we can’t hit you too hard. Kkami?”
“Yes, Nabi-nim.”
“Remember what we did with Amta last time? Make her come to her senses a little.”
Jiseon nodded and walked heavily toward Eunji, who was still sitting on the floor. Sensing an inexplicable dread, Eunji tried to scramble backward. Before she could escape, Jiseon’s hand seized her by the hair.
“Aaaack!”
“Never call Master in that disgusting way again.”
“What are you—”
The moment Eunji tried to speak, Jiseon’s fist drove hard into the center of her stomach.
“Keuk… Kugh…”
That day became the first time in Eunji’s life she had ever been punched.