Three Days Ago: Betrayed and Left to Die
Three days earlier.
"Ha, damn... he really unloaded a ton."
After the man left, Han Seohee lay collapsed, staring at the semen coating her body as she grinned ear to ear. It had felt good. Incredibly good—beyond words. Her entire body trembled with lingering pleasure, not a single muscle left with the strength to twitch.
"Clothes are fucked... where the hell am I gonna get more?"
Her outfit lay in tatters, shredded from the raw fucking. Looked like she'd be running around naked for a while.
"Seriously..."
The more she replayed the memory, the more her pathetic, dog-like panting came back to her, drawing out a hollow chuckle. It had been that good—a sex so mind-blowing it felt natural.
Fuck...
One part of her body screamed for rest, begging her muscles to do nothing. But her womb wailed in protest, demanding to know why there was no cock inside her anymore, pleading for it to come back.
"Hoo..."
It was a good memory. One day, she'd track him down to repay this favor with another rape-fuck. Or even if not that exactly, he'd done her an immeasurable kindness. Saving her life, holding her so gently—it was all grace.
The door creaked open.
"Huh?"
"What the hell, boss? You're still alive?"
"Hey... hey, perfect timing. I got zero strength left in me right now? As you can see... but fuck, at least I sorted shit out somehow. No need to worry about kicking the bucket."
"Ha, yeah?"
Han Seohee felt a chill of foreboding. But her body was too exhausted to act on it.
"You almost got us all killed because of you!"
The first woman in stomped forward and slammed her foot into Han Seohee's stomach.
"Grrraaaghh!!!"
The semen still pooled inside her gushed out her pussy, splattering obscenely on the floor.
"Fuck, look at you. Must've pulled every slutty trick to save your own ass, huh? You goddamn bitch..."
"Kkh, guhk..."
"Steroids? No way a guy's here? Bullshit—you spout that crap and end up face-down like a worthless fuck!!!"
Seohee's nail-studded bat came crashing down on her arm.
"Aaaaagh!!!"
"You piece of shit! You fucking piece of shit! We followed you and look what happened. All because of youuuu!!!"
Her subordinates filed into the cramped warehouse one by one, beating and stomping her without mercy.
"Ugh, khek, fuck, not like I... grrk, meant for—"
"Crazy bitch, still making excuses even after all this? Huh?"
It was merciless. If Han Seohee had been at full strength, bat in hand, she could've taken them all. But she couldn't even wiggle a finger, weaponless and drained. All she could do was take the brutality.
"Talks big about needing strength, but stuffs her face every meal..."
"Finds one shitty convenience store and acts like queen of the fucking world..."
"Die! Fuck, just die already!"
Han Seohee could only wail.
"Arm! Fuck! Not the arm! It hurts! It hurts!!!"
Her shattered bones screamed inside her. Every nerve howled.
"Beat the bitch so she can't fight back!"
"Thinks she's hot shit, calling herself boss and all that crap!"
The agony blurred her mind. Stomach, arms, legs, torso, face—her whole body was being pulverized.
A long time later, the women—fury spent—panted heavily.
"Fucking tough bitch. Still not dead?"
"Hey, fuck... hold up. We smashed her limbs good, right?"
They tested her, lifting her arms and legs one by one. No resistance. Completely crushed, beyond saving.
"Killing this fucker outright feels like a waste, no?"
"What?"
"Let the zombies have her."
They bound her to the parking barriers out front, arms and legs tied tight. Spread-legged like a cheap whore, face marred with wounds and blood, limbs twisted unnaturally. In a normal world, some leering bum could've raped her corpse without resistance. But here, zombies roamed the streets instead of drunks.
"Fuck, she looks good like that?"
Blood mixed with the semen drying on her skin.
"That's enough... let's go. Wasted too much time on this bitch already? We gotta find our own way to survive."
"Yeah, fuck. This oughta do it—she'll die. Let's bounce."
Even in that state, Han Seohee couldn't muster a word.
Ah...
Honestly, she got it. From the moment they met that man, her survival wasn't guaranteed. She'd gotten unreal luck, meeting an absurdly kind guy and barely scraping by with her pussy. Common sense said run the second you spot a man—potato chips or not. Smarter still: confirm he's packing from inside, then bolt without looking back.
But blinded by that one bag of chips, she'd tried to kill him. Not weird if she died for it. Not weird if he wiped out every woman there too.
One impulsive moment, chasing a shaky "we can win?" fantasy, she'd dragged everyone into danger. Deserved this, she thought.
That held for the two hours after they tied her up.
"Aa, aa... AAAAAHHHH!!!"
It itched. Semen and blood in her pussy tormented her endlessly. Dust in her wounds begged to be scratched—but she couldn't. It hurt. Strapped awkwardly from the start, no comfort. Blood had clotted. Every inch of her screamed.
"No, fuck, did I... do something that wrong?!"
Pleasure she'd never known, followed by pain she'd never imagined. Then hunger. Thirst. Couldn't eat. No water. Never realized denying it hurt this much. Throat burning. Body withering like a dried rag, moisture leaching away.
Kill... me.
At first, she stayed silent. Knew screaming might draw zombies to rip her apart. But now, she figured that'd hurt less.
Tragically, she lacked the strength to open her mouth.
Sun set. Rose again. She couldn't track days rationally anymore, but felt light pierce her eyelids, then fade.
Oddly, no zombies passed nearby. Torture for her. Couldn't die. Human bodies clung to life with grim tenacity.
Die... please.
Didn't care about this shitty world anymore. Just wanted it over.
But what anchored her last survival instinct? That man. Kim Sunwoo. Sparked her downfall at the store, yet so kind to her. She'd vowed to repay him. Maybe he was waiting. Might return to this empty store, disappointed. Wander remembering her zombie-eaten corpse.
Fuck, insane. No way.
His sex slave was pretty hot. A guy that strong could have any woman, rape them at will. She'd be a forgettable one-night fuck.
Still... I said I'd repay him.
If they met again, she'd thank him. For that mercy, for giving her dying life one memory worth keeping—say she was grateful as hell.
Consciousness faded. Closing her eyes now meant no waking. A welcome certainty. Death was bliss; this dangling hell was agony.
Then, his voice.
"Han Seohee?"
She forced her eyes open. And finally, smiled. No strength to pull her lips, but inside, she did.
Content now. Could die. No regrets, just peace.
"Hey... be real... that was good back then, right?"
"Y-yeah, it was! So explain—what the fuck happened—"
Seeing him stirred regret again. He'd given so much; now another favor. Shameless.
"Then... fuck, one last favor...? Can't repay you... sorry as hell."
"Spit it out. What? What do you need?!"
Still hurt. Itched. Exhausted. Tortured. Didn't want to live. Even with unpaid debt, just vanish.
Han Seohee strained to meet his eyes. Handsome. Warm. Strong. Above all, seeing her. Gazing worriedly at her ugly, filthy, worthless, wretched body.
She smiled warmly inside. Good end made it a happy life, process be damned.
"Kill me, please."
Now, she was ready to die.