Please Save Me, Please Kill Me
Please save me. I was wrong. Please save me. Anyone at all—please just save me. No, kill me. If I have to keep enduring this, just kill me instead. Please. I'm begging you.
The monologue circled endlessly through my head. When the brief, sweet blackout finally ended, there was no softly lit café, no computer screen whose text I could no longer read, no senior I might have dated if we'd met in university. Nothing was visible at all, so the only way to forget this hellish pain was to scream those words.
Even though I was clearly speaking, my own voice never reached my ears. It was nothing compared to the cracking sound I could barely hear by grinding my teeth to the point of breaking them, so I kept scraping my teeth together and screaming those words inside.
Death would have been far better. I didn't want to live. My arms bound behind me hurt so badly and had gone so numb that I clenched and unclenched my fists over and over. Climax upon climax piled higher and higher. Before the afterglow of one could even fade, another rose to take its place, and now I truly thought I was going to die.
When my stomach hurt I wanted to clutch it; when my head hurt I pressed my temples for no reason—I twisted and contorted my body somehow, desperate to lessen the pain even a little, yet no matter the posture the intensity of the stimulation stayed constant. No matter how hard I shook my breasts, the vibrators would not fall off. My pussy was now—haah.
Drip. I felt sticky love juices spatter onto my heels. I folded and unfolded my waist wildly. Doing so only helped the dildo move, but I still had to move like that.
Then, unable to hold it back any longer, I screamed. Aaaah. Amid the ear-splitting music, my tiny voice came through. Hwaaah, uwaaah. Kyaaah. There were all kinds of screams.
Please, someone take this headset off me. Turn the volume down. My ears hurt so much. My ears hurt so much, and the sound coming only from the right side is far too loud.
I prayed to faint. Please. Faint already. Faint, damn it. Even as I muttered that inside, there was no sign of fainting, so tears streamed down. Since I couldn't see ahead anyway, there was no need to wipe them. Only when the tears running down my cheeks reached my thighs did I think, ah—my whole body is soaked in sweat anyway, so a single tear won't even show—
Why is she doing this to me? Why do I have to suffer this? When is the rescue coming?
Please save me. I shouted. It never reached anyone.
With so many CCTVs and black boxes everywhere, why can't they find me? Phone location tracking? The "looking for witnesses" banners? The bar's CCTV? The bar owner?
Ugh. Climax. My lower abdomen twitched strangely, then extreme pain arrived. My pussy moved as if protesting that it could not climax any more, but the choice was never mine.
Just thrashing from the pain that made me want to sever my own spine, my body tilted to one side. Soon, with a crash, the chair toppled over. My body lay on its side. Immediately I rubbed my head against the floor, trying to pry the headset off.
My ears found freedom, yet nothing could be heard.
"Uh— uwa. Uwaaa. Hkeuk."
Then the sounds from my own mouth came back muffled. I clearly hadn't said anything, yet those sounds arrived. I felt saliva flowing down my cheek as I lay on my side. The floor was wet with love juices. My eardrums ached.
"Ueo, sa, save, save me—"
If this had been a movie being filmed, this would have been the line where they yelled cut and scolded me for delivering the dialogue too idiotically, and the lights that had been off would have popped back on.
"Hgeuu—"
I couldn't see a thing ahead. My ears hurt so badly. My voice sounded muffled, as if speaking from far away. The sound still leaking from the headset was so loud I wanted to smash the thing right then and there. Of course, with both arms bound, it was impossible.
The climax returned again. No—it was a stretch to call it climax any longer. Because each time it came, it was a pain that felt like my heart would stop.
No. I had no arms. I had no legs. I had no tongue, no eyes, no ears. At the very least, my left ear was definitely gone. I could only dare to guess that the original owner of this body had injured it back in high school, before I entered.
I wished someone would give me a knife. My clitoris felt like it was about to burst. So I was terrified. Rather than go through that, I wanted to slit my wrist deeply the way I had before, feel the artery snap tick-tick, and die.
That's right—I had committed suicide. I, clearly. In a bathtub with hot water gushing out, wanting to die in one go, I had stabbed a knife vertically into my wrist. Ah. Why am I only remembering this now?
"Pfhuhu... uhuhu..."
A laugh formed. My disheveled hair itched.
"Uhehe. Ehet, eheek— ehehehe."
My body trembled too much. So I spoke to the girl sitting in front of me. Can you hold me for a bit? I'm really sorry, but my body is shaking so hard I'm a little scared. If you just hold me a little, I'll be okay soon.
My body trembled too much. Is it because I'm too dirty? Don't worry. I don't smell like sweat, at least. So if I wash just once, it'll be fine.
My body trembled too much. But you know—why do you only appear when it's dark?
Why do you keep looking at me like that only when it's dark?
"Aigoo. Seriously."
I uncrossed my legs and trudged upstairs. Having just finished bathing, I had no strength left in my body, so I made a heaving sound as I climbed the last step.
Then I walked the short hallway and opened the door at the end. The moment I opened it, a hot, warm, lewd and perverted scent wafted out. From the removed headset came a thump-thump so loud it was noisy even from a distance.
"Ahah, what a smell. Ahahah. Ah. Really..."
Relying on the hallway light, I approached Heeyeon. I set upright the girl who had fallen sideways and wasn't moving at all. If she'd toppled a little farther, she would have hit the bed. I resolved to be more careful from now on, stared at her for a moment, then strode over to the opposite wall of the hallway and flipped the light switch.
Suddenly her body began to tremble, and soon Heeyeon was thrashing as if having a seizure. Just in case, I first closed the room door and approached her.
"The headset's off too... tsk."
I stared fixedly at Heeyeon. Her black pupils—she had been sleeping with her eyes open—returned to normal, then dilated and contracted, after which she seized so hard the chair rattled.
"The IV's pulled out too. You're bleeding."
Clumsy thing. I grabbed each of her nipples—red and bloodshot between the vibrators, yet not erect—with both hands and pulled them long and hard.
The seizing that had been producing gurgling sounds subsided. Her pupils, which had seemed ready to roll all the way back into her head, returned to normal, and then reason began to frost over them.
"You—who took the headset off without permission—"
"Ehe, un, unnihiik. Unnidaahya..."
"...Oing."
Her body lurched forward, and Heeyeon, who had been making ah- sounds, soon opened her mouth again. No—her mouth was already half open, drool flowing freely.
"Unnihi. I... don't have aaarms, so I can't hug."
"Ahahah...! Really? No arms?"
"Yeees... that, I, hurt. It hurts. Hurt. Ah, no—will you hug me?"
"Shall I?"
I poked Heeyeon's forehead with my finger, then—because she had said such pretty words—I hugged her tightly. Hugging Heeyeon after two whole days, she was so small and precious that a thrill of pleasure ran straight up my spine.
"Ehehe, wa, warm. It's warm. Re, really war, m...!"
"I know~. Heeyeon's a bit cold."
Even as I spoke, whether she was cumming or not, the ends of her words rose sharply. Her faintly trembling body stopped for a moment, then a cracked voice came.
"Unniik. Pleaase, kill me. Okay? Ki, kill me. Kikik. Ehet, ehe. No—save me?"
When I pulled my body away a little, Heeyeon's upper body followed me until the restraints stopped her, and she made a yearning, desperate sound.
"You've become a complete idiot. Hmm?"
I poked Heeyeon's forehead with my finger. Even though I pushed gently, her head—pushed back to its limit—slowly rose again over a long stretch of time.
"Ki, kiss. Kiss~."
Heeyeon puckered her lips.
Pfft. A laugh slipped out.
"Okay. I'll untie you around now. There's still a day left, but unni's going easy on you, all right?"
"Ehe~. Th, thank you~."
"Yeah, wait a bit."
I untied the arms bound behind the chair. I tried to free the restraints on each ankle bound to the chair legs, but they wouldn't come loose easily, so I simply tore them off with force. Then, when I slipped my hands under Heeyeon's armpits and lifted her, tzzueok— a liquid so viscous it couldn't even be called a string by any stretch, thick like slime, stretched between her butt and the chair. Cheese—yeah, more like cheese. Melted cheese.
When that thought reached me, I realized Heeyeon had put in quite the effort herself. The anger that had come from her toppling the chair on her own at some point melted away like cheese.
"Hihi, pfhihi..."
I lifted her by the armpits, but the moment her arms found freedom she tried to wrap them around my shoulders and cling, so when I hugged her tightly like that, Heeyeon kept rubbing her nose against my upper chest and smiling up at me.
Certainly. She was adorable.
Normally washing her would have been priority one, but I lay down on the bed just as I was, settled Heeyeon on top of my body, and patted her small back.
Like a cat falling asleep on my belly, I watched Heeyeon drift off for a long time, then fell asleep together with her.