Hunter Sena Party (3)
Choi Ji-ae the hunter adapted much faster than I'd expected. At first, she was terrified of me, flinching at the slightest touch, but after just three days, she started leaning on me without hesitation. Now she spent most of her daily life with me. The toilet issue still embarrassed her, though.
Once she realized I could communicate to some degree, Choi Ji-ae asked me one day if she could watch TV. Come to think of it, there really wasn't much in the way of entertainment in this room. I nodded, and that very day, I brought in a TV. The effects of the steadily drugged food laced with aphrodisiacs were showing. When I wasn't looking, she'd rub her thighs together, or when I left the room, she'd grind her pussy against the bed's edge to get off.
"Kuro."
Choi Ji-ae started calling me Kuro.
What kind of name is that, even for a dog?
And then one day, she made another request. "Kuro, can you take this off for me?" She pointed to the metal collar and chain around her neck. Had I been too nice to her up until now? She'd crossed the line. But I was curious. What would she do if I removed the leash?
I pretended to think it over, then nodded and separated the metal collar from the chain. Of course, I left the collar itself on.
"Thank you! Kuro!!"
The moment it was off, she hugged me in delight, then ran around the room like a child at play, reveling in her freedom.
I always left the room for two hours at specific times, except when bringing food. As that time approached today as well, I slipped out. Naturally, there were hidden cameras in the room.
The moment I left, her running legs came to an abrupt halt.
[Now's my chance. I can't stay trapped any longer.]
She rushed to the TV and kicked it.
Bang!!
The TV crashed to the floor. Then she used her feet to pry open the back panel. I had no idea what she was doing, but after some tinkering, she dragged whatever she'd scavenged from the TV to the door.
[Hoo... I can do this.]
At the locked door, she manipulated it with her mouth and feet—no hands needed.
Can she really open it like that?
I didn't know the method, but it was clear she was planning an escape.
Did I treat her too well?
I'd planned to be kind only at first, then torment her, but it felt like playing a real-life version of that old game FraXment MeXker, so I'd cared for her devotedly. And now, at the slightest opening, she was trying to bolt.
Just wipe her out.
I waited a bit, then opened the door.
[I did it!]
She jumped for joy in place. I smirked. She peeked out, checked her surroundings, and stepped into the hall.
[What is this place? Everything's black like those plants from before... Ugh, the floor feels weird.]
The area was covered in black vines. I'd botched an ability test nearby, and the facilities got overrun. Too lazy to clean it up, so I'd left it.
For now, I manipulated the facility to let Choi Ji-ae escape quickly. Hope snatched away at the last second brings the deepest despair.
She reached the facility's end in no time. I'd left a door slightly ajar on purpose. She poked her head through.
[Light!]
Stairs led to what looked like an exit. Choi Ji-ae bolted up them. Time for me to get ready to leave.
==
"Huff... huff..."
She sprinted up the stairs at full speed. Her lungs burned, but the black monster could show up any second. She had to escape faster. Her heart pounded wildly, breaths coming in gasps. The exit drew closer. A voice echoed from afar.
"Choi Ji-ae! If you die, I won't forgive you!"
A small but clear voice—definitely Se-mi unnie's. Her heart felt like it would burst, but she ran even harder.
She burst out the entrance into a vast forest.
"Choi Ji-ae! You're dead meat!"
Unnie, unnie, unnie!
Too out of breath to think straight, she charged toward the voice.
"Choi Ji-ae! What happened?!"
Se-mi unnie's voice rang clear. She looked up—a rundown cabin ahead.
It's there! Unnie's there!
She'd run nonstop from the stairs, and now her whole body ached. Breathing hurt; her vision narrowed. She flung open the cabin door.
Bang!
"Unnie!!!"
"Choi Ji-ae! You're dead meat!"
Inside the cabin—Se-mi unnie's voice.
"Unnie...?"
The cabin was empty. Completely bare.
"Choi Ji-ae! What happened?!"
But Se-mi unnie's voice kept coming.
"Choi Ji-ae! If you die, I won't forgive you!"
As oxygen returned and her body stabilized, her mind cleared—and her strength gave out. She collapsed to the floor.
"Choi Ji-ae! You're dead meat!"
"Choi Ji-ae! What happened?!"
"Choi Ji-ae! If you die, I won't forgive you!"
Then it hit her. All those words from Se-mi unnie while running here...
They're what Se-mi unnie said when I fought the monster human...
"Choi Ji-ae! You're dead meat! Choi Ji-ae! What happened?! Choi Ji-ae! If you die, I won't forgive you!"
The words looped endlessly. Every phrase she'd heard on the way repeated them. Now she realized.
The empty cabin darkened to black. The black monster appeared before her. Its mouth opened.
"Choi Ji-ae! You're dead meat! Choi Ji-ae! What happened?! Choi Ji-ae! If you die, I won't forgive you!"
Terror seized her body; she trembled violently. Her strength failed, and piss leaked out.
Shiiiick...
The black monster was clearly furious.
"S-Sorry! I'm sorry! I won't ever try to escape again! I'll stay quiet inside! Please spare me!!"
Begging was her only option. This monster could communicate, at least somewhat. Please, please let me live.
"Please...!"
A tentacle approached her face. It split open, spraying gas. She inhaled and blacked out.
==
"Ughhh..."
Thank goodness—she'd survived. The familiar ceiling came into view.
Back in captivity...
She'd fallen for the black monster's trick and gotten recaptured. At least she was alive.
Huh? No chain on the ceiling?
She looked around—no chain in sight. After escaping and getting caught, shouldn't the restraints be worse? Why was the chain gone?
She tried to sit up. Something felt off as she shifted off the bed. No sensation. Nothing.
Her hands shook as she looked down—her legs were gone.
"Ah... Ah... Ah..."
Her precious legs—gone. No legs to stand on. She writhed, but only her torso moved. Arms and legs—vanished.
"No, nooooooo!!!!!!"
The essentials for survival—no, her very limbs—stripped away.
Hearing her scream, the black monster entered, carrying porridge like before. It propped her up, spoon at the ready.
But she kept her mouth shut. No point living as a hunter like this. No, not even as a person. Better to starve under this monster's care.
"Get lost. I'm not eating. I'm just gonna die."
Even after she spoke clearly, it shoved the spoon forward. Annoyed, she twisted her torso, knocking over the small table.
Clang! Crash! Smash!
Porridge and side dishes spilled everywhere. The black monster silently cleaned it all up and left. Then it returned to the bed. She wanted to die. She couldn't let her unnies see her like this. No one.
I'll end it.
She gathered the remaining Shock Absorption energy in her mouth. Opened wide, tongue out.
Crunch.
==
She opened her eyes again.
Couldn't even die...
The black monster wiped sweat from her brow with a cool cloth.
You crazy bastard... I'll do it again.
She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, clamped down hard.
Squelch.
No sensation of teeth meeting tongue. She poked her teeth with her tongue. Soft, squishy. They bent under pressure.
Took my arms, my legs, now my teeth too...
The black monster was stripping everything from her. Now even suicide was impossible.
"Hngh."
Suddenly, its finger entered her mouth, stirring around, grabbing and shaking her tongue—like a warning not to try again. It withdrew and left. Soon it returned with a syringe at least 15cm long.
What the hell now?
It poured porridge into the syringe by her side. Forced her mouth open, shoved it in, pushed the plunger.
"Guhk! Cough!"
She absolutely wouldn't swallow. Once empty, she forced it all up.
"Bleurghhh."
Her only way to die now: starve. Never eat.
But instead of anger, once she finished vomiting, it picked her up and took her to the tub. Gently washed her soiled body.
Why? Why do this?
After three days without food, the black monster brought strange tools: a long rubber tube, syringe, thick sharp needle.
What are those? What're you gonna do?
It approached, stripped her top, doused her upper body in what looked like disinfectant. Goosebumps everywhere. It wiped the huge needle clean too.
No way...?
It placed the needle on her torso, adjusting position. Stopped at her stomach, raised its hand.
"Stop!!!!!"
It froze, needle in hand.
"...I'll eat. Feed me."
It smiled at her words, packed away the tools, and returned with porridge and sides like before. Spoon at her mouth. This time, she opened wide. The long-awaited porridge was annoyingly delicious.
==
To find Choi Ji-ae, Lee Se-mi and Park Mi-seong worked nonstop for a week. Their only clue: footage of the monster human from the camp.
It was too slim to track.
"Ji-ae's alive."
In the Sena Party office, Lee Se-mi and Park Mi-seong talked.
"She has to be... right?" Park Mi-seong said listlessly.
"Definitely. The monster hasn't shown up once in a week since appearing. Suppressing slaughter instinct is near impossible."
"Yeah... Normal monster humans reappear right away if you miss them first time."
Monster humans sometimes slip away at first. But the killer urge drives them to hunt humans. That's why catching them early matters—and why recaptures are quick.
"But this one? No sightings in a week. Means its slaughter urge was sated for that long."
"No way..."
"Yeah. It's probably toying with Ji-ae."
Park Mi-seong covered her mouth in shock, tears falling.
"We don't know when it'll get bored. We need to find her fast... but intel's too thin. No traces at her battle site. Like the monster and Ji-ae vanished in an instant."
"Delivery~"
"Delivery?"
Choi Ji-ae—no, Lee Se-mi turned to Park Mi-seong.
"I didn't order anything..."
"Me neither?"
The box hit the table—large size.
"What is it? No sender info?"
Lee Se-mi puzzled over the unmarked package, then tore it open. Peeled the tape—and opened it.
"Kyaaaaack?!"
Park Mi-seong screamed, recoiling from the contents.
"What... the hell..."
Lee Se-mi stared in horror. Inside: two legs, neatly packaged. No need to guess whose—Choi Ji-ae's. Lee Se-mi bolted from the office.
This smell?
Chasing the delivery man, she caught a whiff of blood. At the source: a cleanly decapitated delivery worker. Surroundings blackened, like a monster human's calling card.
==
"I wanna die..."
Humiliation maxed out in the diaper the black monster had put on her—Choi Ji-ae writhed in self-loathing.