The Threatening Butterfly
Jiseon grimaced as she looked at the tug-of-war card she had drawn. It was because she was suddenly reminded of what had happened just yesterday.
It had happened during dinner, right after the first game—the quiz where they had to identify cosmetics through a hole—had concluded.
Zia and Jiseon were eating out of their dog bowls without using their hands or feet, just as they always did. Since it was a special occasion to mark the start of the games, Dohyung had brought them pork belly fried rice instead of their usual dry cereal. Zia and Jiseon were devouring it like ravenous beasts.
Occasionally, when Dohyung was in a good mood, he would bring them normal food instead of cereal, and every time he did, Jiseon felt a supreme sense of bliss. Before being dragged down to the Basement, she had maintained her physique by eating whatever she wanted and working out intensely. As a national taekwondo representative, her "training" had mostly consisted of tormenting her juniors, so she had never needed to watch what she ate.
While the physical torment Dohyung inflicted on her was agonizing, being forced to eat nothing but dry cereal day in and day out was another major source of misery for Jiseon. Thus, whenever Dohyung offered her a reward and asked what she wanted, she would beg for the food she used to eat, and Dohyung would readily oblige. Today's fried rice was so delicious that she practically inhaled it, clearing her bowl in an instant.
Staring regretfully at her empty dog bowl, Jiseon's attention was drawn away by a series of muffled, choking groans from Eunji. She turned her head to see Dohyung feeding Eunji. Because her tongue had been severed as a penalty for losing the first game, she couldn't eat normally. Dohyung had shoved a plastic tube down her throat and was pouring a liquefied slurry directly into her stomach.
In stark contrast to Eunji's writhing agony, Dohyung looked thoroughly amused as he poured the liquid down the tube. Watching Eunji's pathetic state, Jiseon shuddered at the thought of having her own tongue sliced in half. The mere imagination of such a fate was so horrifying that she swore to herself she would never, ever lose the next game.
Zia, on the other hand, was eating her food in silence, her mind consumed by the punishment she had received earlier that day. She was deeply contemplating the situation, calculating how she could turn things to her advantage in the future.
"Alright, dinner's over. Though with your tongue in that state, I doubt you could even taste it."
"Ah... ahhh..." Eunji bowed her head, tears welling in her eyes as she thought of the tasteless mush that had just been forced down her throat. She still couldn't accept what had happened to her.
"I personally fed you, and yet Heavy has nothing to say? Tsk. I guess I have no choice."
Hearing Dohyung's muttered words, Eunji snapped her head up in terror. She had forgotten that she was supposed to express her gratitude immediately. She desperately opened her mouth to squeeze out a sound, but she was already too late.
"Guh!"
"Hey. If you're the manager of this place, do your fucking job right."
Dohyung had marched over and kicked Zia, who was eating a short distance away, straight in the stomach. Zia, whose mind had been entirely occupied with thoughts of her own punishment, hadn't even heard Dohyung speaking to Eunji. She had no idea he was approaching, let alone that he was about to kick her. The unexpected blow caught her completely off guard, doubling the agonizing impact. She clutched her abdomen, coughing violently.
"Cough! Cough! *Gag!*" The coughing fit was so severe that the fried rice she had just swallowed surged back up from her stomach, spilling out of her mouth and splattering onto the concrete floor.
"Cough... I-I'm sorry... Master..."
"Aren't you tired of getting beaten up for this shit every single day? For fuck's sake, train them properly, will you?"
Zia pressed her forehead against the dirty floor, prostrating herself to beg for forgiveness. Dohyung placed his foot on the back of her head, pressing down lightly as he sneered at her.
Eunji trembled violently as she watched Zia being ground into the floor because of her. It would have been easier to bear if Dohyung had directed his anger at her instead. Seeing Zia take the fall for her mistakes was driving her mad with guilt.
Meanwhile, Jiseon, who had finished her food, watched the scene with cold indifference. It had absolutely nothing to do with her.
And that's why being the manager sucks. Taking on responsibility as the top dog just makes things a pain in the ass.
Back when she was a senior athlete, Jiseon had often been scolded or subjected to group punishments because of her juniors' mistakes. She shook her head slightly as she looked at Zia. Group punishments and verbal abuse were nothing compared to this. Here, if a subordinate displeased Dohyung, the manager would be stripped of even the barest semblance of human dignity. Jiseon was perfectly content with her current position. Of course, whenever Zia threw a hysterical fit and took it out on her, she desperately wanted to usurp her position and beat her to a pulp, but since Zia didn't do that every day, she figured her current status was just fine.
"Ha, look at this mess on the floor. Clean it up with your mouth."
"Yes, Master..."
Hearing Zia's submissive reply, Dohyung lifted his foot from her head and walked back over to Eunji.
"I-I'm thorry... Mathter..." Eunji mumbled, her severed tongue making it impossible to articulate her words properly.
"You don't need to apologize to me. Just do better next time. Let's try to be a good girl, okay?"
"Ah..." Dohyung smiled warmly, gently stroking Eunji's hair as she apologized. But when Eunji looked past his gentle smile, she caught sight of Zia staring back at her with a murderous glare, and she froze in terror.
"Well, I can't just leave it at that. Get up and spread your pussy for me."
"Y-yes, Mathter..." Obeying Dohyung's command, Eunji quickly stood up, turned her back to him, and bent over. She used both hands to pull her buttocks apart, exposing her slit clearly for him.
"Just a few days ago, we were happily fucking, and now you're a slave with a mutilated tongue... Must feel pretty fucking terrible, doesn't it, Heavy?"
"Hngh!"
Dohyung thrust his cock deep inside her, whispering the cruel words directly into her ear. Eunji felt exactly as he described. Before she was brought to this basement, Dohyung's cock had been a treasure she lusted after, but she could no longer view it that way. How could she feel affection for the monster who had kidnapped her and sliced her tongue? Yet, her body betrayed her mind completely.
"Hngh! Ah! Ahh, ahhn!" Normally, a woman reached orgasm when her mind and body were in perfect harmony. However, Dohyung had thoroughly conditioned Eunji's body with his cock over and over again, rendering her mental state completely irrelevant. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft, milking him as she was forced into a shattering climax, but Dohyung was far from finished.
"Come on, squeeze it harder!"
"Ahhn... hngh! *Gasp!* C-cough!" As he continued to thrust, Dohyung shifted his hand from her waist to her throat, wrapping his fingers tightly around her neck and pulling her back against him. Eunji's spine arched backward as she gasped for air, her windpipe completely constricted by his grip. The memory of the breathplay they had engaged in once before her kidnapping had left a powerful imprint on her body; the moment her oxygen was cut off, her vaginal muscles automatically clamped down on his cock with terrifying force.
Ignoring Eunji's desperate, suffocating struggles, Dohyung began his final sprint, slamming his hips forward in rapid succession. To Eunji, it felt like an eternity, but Dohyung only choked her for about two minutes as he hammered into her. Upon reaching his climax, he shot a thick load of semen deep inside her womb.
"Guh... hhh..." Drool leaked from the corner of Eunji's mouth as she lost consciousness. Dohyung let go of her limp, dangling body and pulled his wet cock out of her.
"Let's see, I need a cleanup blowjob... Ah, right. Heavy can't do that right now, can she?" Remembering that Eunji's tongue had been severed today, Dohyung turned his head. He looked down at Zia, who was currently forcing down her own vomit from the floor with a look of pure disgust.
"Butterfly, come over here and do the cleanup blowjob instead of Heavy."
"Ah, yes, Master!" At Dohyung's call, Zia instantly wiped the disgust from her face, scrambled over to him, and knelt so his cock was right in front of her face. It was dripping with a mixture of Dohyung's semen and the vaginal fluids of the unconscious Eunji.
Zia had done this countless times and was thoroughly accustomed to it, yet she felt a strange, sudden wave of revulsion. She had cleaned him off after their own sexual encounters, and she had even cleaned him up after he fucked Jiseon's ass. She forced herself to hide her disgust. If Dohyung caught even a glimpse of her hesitation, she would pay dearly for it.
Dohyung looked down at the unconscious Eunji as Zia's mouth worked on his shaft. "I'm actually looking forward to getting a blowjob with a split tongue later. I heard it feels incredible. Butterfly, you'd better step up your game too, huh?"
"Mmph... slurp... Yes, Master!" Zia managed to reply as she finished cleaning him off. Satisfied, Dohyung announced that he was done for the day, told them he would see them tomorrow, and left the basement.
Once Dohyung had gone, Zia, who had bowed politely to his departing back, let her face twist into an expression of pure malice. She marched over to where Eunji lay.
"Hey, you fucking bitch! Stop pretending to be asleep and get the fuck up right now!" Zia screamed, kicking Eunji's limp body.
Eunji hadn't been faking; she had truly been unconscious. But the sharp pain and the screaming jolted her back to reality. She opened her eyes, only to freeze in terror at the sight of Zia glaring down at her like a demon.
"Ah, ah! M-Mith Butterfly!"
"Don't 'Miss Butterfly' me! You did that on purpose earlier just to watch me get kicked, didn't you?" Zia snarled, grabbing Eunji by her hair and yanking her head back.
"Aaargh! I-I'm thorry!!"
"And then you have the nerve to moan like a whore while getting fucked by Master! Meanwhile, I was forced to eat my own vomit off the floor right next to you!" Zia slammed Eunji's head back down onto the concrete. Eunji collapsed onto her side, completely helpless.
Watching from a distance, Jiseon briefly wondered if she should intervene, but quickly decided to stay out of it. If she provoked Zia in this state, Zia might press the button on her remote and trigger her shock collar. It wasn't worth the risk.
Zia wasn't done. She grabbed Eunji by the collar, hauling her up, and raised her hand to slap her across the face—but stopped herself. "Ah, right. I can't hit your face. Master just cut your tongue so beautifully. If I hit you and make it worse, I'll be the one getting punished by Master."
She thought about punching her in the stomach, but if Eunji threw up that liquid slurry again, it would just make another mess she'd have to clean. As Zia contemplated how to hurt her, a memory flashed in her mind—the memory of when she had first arrived in this basement and Dohyung had beaten her with a cane.
"I have just the thing for you." Zia stood up, walked over to the storage cabinet, and pulled out the cane Dohyung had used on her.
Eunji scrambled backward in terror as she saw Zia approaching with the cane in hand.
"Now, since you did wrong... you decide how many hits you're going to take."
"Wh-what? Well, I..." Seeing Eunji hesitate and stammer, Zia whipped the cane down against her thigh with all her might.
*Crack!* "Ah!" Eunji shrieked, startled by the sudden, searing pain on her thigh.
"Don't waste my time. Answer me right now, or I'll make it worse."
"F-Five! Five hitth! I'll take five hitth!" Eunji cried out in a panic, holding up five trembling fingers.
"Five? Isn't that a bit too light? Since you've been so insolent, let's add five more. You're taking ten."
Eunji's eyes widened in horror. She wanted to scream and refuse, but she knew that resisting would only result in a far worse beating. Trembling, she stood up straight and held her position.
"Good. Now, you count the hits yourself. Got it?"
"Y-yes, Mith Butterfly..." The moment Eunji answered, Zia swung the cane.
*Crack!* "Ugh! Ah, ahh!" Zia scowled at Eunji's cry and barked, "You have to state what you did wrong too, you fucking bitch!"
*Crack!* "O-One! I-I'm thorry that Mith Butterfly got thcolded by Mathter becauth of me!"
"Exactly! Keep talking!" *Crack!*
Zia laughed as she watched Eunji struggle through her tears, slurring her words as she desperately counted and confessed her sins. Seeing Eunji in such agony filled Zia with an intoxicating rush of pleasure.
Watching from afar, Jiseon saw a shadow of Dohyung overlapping with Zia. The way she took pure, unadulterated joy in tormenting them was exactly like him. Zia had used violence against her, Taehyun, and Eunji before, but she had never looked this genuinely ecstatic. Right now, she looked like a mirror image of Dohyung.
*Crack!* "Ten! I-I thwear thith will never happen again!"
"Good. At least you did it properly without stopping." As Zia finally lowered the cane, Eunji collapsed to the floor, weeping and clutching her burning thighs. Zia hummed a cheerful tune, her face bright with satisfaction.
"Actually, I'm not done... Hey, Kkami (Dog)!"
"Y-yes?"
"Come here." Startled by Zia's sudden call, Jiseon quickly stood up and ran over to her.
Zia looked back and forth between Jiseon and Eunji, her expression hardening. "Master is going to host another game tomorrow. Listen to me carefully... if it's an individual game and I end up getting punished, you two had better be prepared. I won't hold back anymore."
Jiseon's heart sank. She's saying that if she gets punished, she's going to take it out on me and Eunji!
She wanted to snap back, but she couldn't bring herself to defy Zia. In this basement, Zia held absolute authority whenever Dohyung wasn't around. Jiseon just hadn't expected her to abuse that power so openly to threaten them.
And now, on the following day, Jiseon looked down at the tug-of-war card she had drawn. When Dohyung announced that this would be an individual game, her face twisted in sheer dread.