Livestock Prison (End)
A magnificent mansion perched on a hill, offering stunning views of the mountain scenery, was filling up with countless vehicles. Each one was an outrageously expensive luxury car, and the people emerging from them were the very ones who gripped Japan's economy in their fists.
"Welcome."
Guided by people from the mansion, the numerous politicians stepped inside. Today was the day of their gathering. They belonged to different parties, and it was rare for them all to come together like this. But there was one day each year when they did: the year-end party held at Yamaguchi's mansion.
Ever since Yamaguchi had ascended to the pinnacle of power, Japan had begun to stagnate. Of course, no one opposed it. Everyone present knew exactly what had become of Saeko, the politician who had symbolized Japan's reforms. From the start, no one invited here could be ignorant of Saeko. And today, they were about to lay eyes on her again.
"You've come a long way—thank you for gracing us with your presence."
Yamaguchi greeted them, wine glass in hand.
"To be invited by you like this—we're the ones who should be grateful."
In truth, for a politician of Yamaguchi's stature to extend such an invitation carried profound implications. Most of the assemblymen here were mere sprouts compared to him. Yamaguchi had no reason to pay them any mind. That made his attention all the more appreciated.
"...Come on in, then."
"Understood."
The guests were served lavish cuisine and fine liquor. They ate and drank to their hearts' content, getting thoroughly tipsy. Once the alcohol had warmed them nicely, Yamaguchi turned to the assemblymen.
"I'm grateful you've all gathered here, but I suppose it's time to show you my collection, isn't it?"
"Your collection?"
"Ahaha..."
While the veteran politicians reacted with unease, the rookies showed curiosity.
"What could this collection be that's got you so excited?"
They had no idea what Yamaguchi's collection entailed.
"It's something like that. A glimpse into the dark underbelly of Japanese politics," one assemblyman whispered to a rookie.
But it still didn't make sense to them. In the end, a few rookies asked Yamaguchi directly.
"Assemblyman, what exactly is this collection of yours?"
"I'm curious too..."
As their words trailed off, Yamaguchi chuckled.
"You seem intrigued. Well, I can't keep it hidden then. Hey, bring 'it' here."
It was a moment that piqued everyone's curiosity about what this 'it' could be.
Soon after, with a heavy thud, something the size of a massive refrigerator was wheeled in. The enormous box-like shape only deepened the mystery.
In a dimly lit room, a shallow light flickered on.
"Hey, transport order!"
At the barked command, several laborers sitting nearby stood up.
"Got it."
The workers approached the box casually and asked the most senior one among them.
"Senior, what's inside this box, anyway?"
"...No need to know."
"Aw, come on—that just makes me more curious. Should we peek?"
"...Do what you want."
The senior replied curtly. In the end, a few workers opened the box—and recoiled in horror, collapsing where they stood.
Then came a low whisper.
"Told you it was better not knowing. Hurry up and move it. And keep what you saw here a secret."
The laborers clamped their mouths shut and got back to their feet. What they'd just seen was that terrifying.
Inside the box was Yamaguchi's most prized possession from his collection: Saeko.
The senior laborer knew her. He had once been her secretary. But the Saeko in the box was far removed from the one he remembered. Unlike the last time he'd seen her, this version had no arms or legs—neatly amputated during her conversion into an ornament. Her original limbs floated in glass jars in one corner of the box. In their place were slender metal prosthetics that could never function properly.
And that wasn't all. Despite her eyes appearing open, thick lenses blinded her completely. Earplugs blocked all noise, while a hose in her nose delivered only air. Most crucially, a wire protruding slightly from her vagina connected to electrodes that delivered powerful shocks. At the press of a button, Saeko would writhe in agony from the electric torment. With no set duration, she lived in constant terror of the pain striking at any moment.
A thin tube in her anus eliminated the need for a toilet. But that very convenience swallowed her in the horror of never living humanely again. Ultimately, Saeko was kept underground as Yamaguchi's collection piece. Normally confined in pitch-black darkness, she never even sensed light.
Her O-shaped mouth, gagged perpetually, drooled endlessly. She couldn't even bite her tongue to end it all. When not fed finely ground feed through her open mouth, it endlessly murmured, "I'm sorry... please kill me."
At first, it had been desperate cries, but now it was barely that—more like forced mutterings, devoid of strength.
Saeko endlessly apologized in the darkness. There was one time she felt a shred of happiness: dosing time for the aphrodisiac. Every hour on the hour, massive doses flooded her body, making sweat pour even at rest. In those moments, pain gave way to pleasure. A dildo connected to a non-electrified line heightened her bliss. Without it, she might have gone mad already. Or perhaps she had.
'...Save me. No, just kill me.'
She longed for death, but it never came. Countless laborers inspected her state.
'It hurts...'
Her suffering doubled. It worsened when Yamaguchi summoned people. Clank. Today was different. For Saeko, it was an outing after months. The box was lifted, and murmurs filled the air. Through her muffled ears, she caught faint sounds.
'...Outside?'
How long had it been? Hearing the outside world again. Though distorted, the loud noises brought her joy. They were the screams of rookie assemblymen. Saeko's form—seen countless times in photos—was inside the box rising from Yamaguchi's basement. In a grotesquely horrifying state.
"W-what the hell is this?"
"So he's brought it out again."
The veterans were accustomed to it. Yamaguchi revealed Saeko for one simple reason: a warning never to challenge his iron rule again. Indeed, no one ever did after seeing her.
"Try pressing this."
Pointing to the button, Yamaguchi prompted the rookies, who pressed it without a word.
Bzzzzt!!!
"Ughhh! Grraaaghh!"
Saeko's electrocuted convulsions and inhuman shrieks stunned them. Yamaguchi whispered to the shocked rookie beside him.
"This is why one must know their place. Ignore it, and this is your fate."
He yanked the piercing through her swollen clitoris.
"Switch the mode, and each piercing carries a vicious shock. Utterly excruciating."
The mere pull of the piercing made Saeko's world dissolve in pain, her consciousness fading. Her mouth moved slowly.
"I'm sorry... please don't press it anymore..."
Still trembling in terror, Saeko had become an ornament embodying the dark side of Japanese politics. Fear kept her body quaking endlessly.
Whoosh. Urine gushed out, triggering another round of shocks as punishment. Saeko remained trapped in hell, with no sign of release—now or ever.
After that day, Japan rejected all change. Under Yamaguchi's regime, development began on a new theme park called Animal Farm.