Without Hypnosis (3)
Above all, Ohu hadn't forgotten the flood of malicious comments aimed at him on the community forums. The vicious mockery of his pathetic looks and incompetence was even tarnishing the honor of his mother, Shooting Star, who had sacrificed herself nobly. In the end, to restore his mother's stolen honor, he—the son, Ha Ohu—had to elevate his own status and worth first, shutting the world's mouths once and for all. And for that, Park Ayoung's position was absolutely essential.
"Hm, nyang..."
Miyang, standing beside Ohu with her chin propped up, licked her lips as she scanned Ayoung's naked body sprawled out from top to bottom.
"This is just ridiculous. Her insides are a fucking cesspool of a bitch, but her figure and skin are wastefully perfect. Not a scar or blemish anywhere—like goddamn white jade."
Miyang let out a jealous snort.
"Is this because of that awakening ability? It's weak, but still regeneration, so her cells don't age and stay all plump and firm, nyang? So fucking annoying."
"Yeah. That's why it's the perfect body for revenge. Wounds heal fast."
Ohu replied indifferently as he approached the wardrobe in the corner where Ayoung's clothes were scattered. He pulled out the neat blouse and knee-length H-line skirt she'd wear to work tomorrow, then returned to the bedside. In his other hand was a thick black oil-based Sharpie with the cap off.
"Alright, let's take some measurements."
Ohu roughly overlaid the blouse and skirt on Ayoung's bare body. Neckline. Wrists. The line just below her calves. He meticulously eyed the parts that would be exposed outside the suit.
Scritch-
Ohu pressed the thick marker tip against Ayoung's pale skin.
"Hauk...!"
Ayoung let out a genuine moan before she could stop herself.
"Master, she's feeling it~!"
Miyang shot Ayoung a look of pure contempt, as if it were only natural.
Scritch, scritch.
Starting just below the collarbone that the blouse would cover, down to the solar plexus, around the ribs, and into the abdomen and inner thighs. He carefully drew thick black lines only on the hidden areas that would never show outside her clothes—like a butcher sectioning meat at the slaughterhouse. He marked the torture zones that wouldn't be visible even if she went to work tomorrow.
Scriiitch, scritch.
"Haa... haeut...!"
Ayoung's body twitched faintly with every glide of the marker tip across her skin.
Once the marking was done, Ohu rummaged through Ayoung's drawer and found what looked like a smartwatch-style vital monitor and heart rate patch she used for health tracking. Without hesitation, he slapped the patch near her heart and powered on the monitor.
Beep- beep- beep-
The steady heartbeat pulses echoed at regular intervals. It was a device to visually track the pain threshold—enough to torment her without causing shock or cardiac arrest.
"......!"
Ayoung's pupils contracted. She was stripped naked on a sheet of plastic wrap. Grotesque black lines crisscrossed her body. And now a vital monitor was attached.
No...... No, I'd rather die! Better to bite my tongue and croak right now than spend my life tortured by that piggy bastard!
Overwhelmed by shame and terror more than her survival instinct, an extreme escapist urge gripped her brain. Her mouth gaped open in a spasm. She curled her tongue root deep and tried to chomp down with all her might, aiming to sever it between her molars.
"Eup......! Grkgh!"
Her jaw muscles bulged like they might shatter as thick, red blood gushed from her mouth where she'd bitten her tongue.
But Ohu didn't try to stop her self-harm. He just stood there, arms crossed, looking down at her flailing and bleeding with cold, pitying eyes.
"Go ahead."
His icy voice rang out like in an operating room.
"Chew it all the way off. You're a regenerator, even if it's minor."
"......!"
"Even normal people don't drop dead like in movies from biting their tongue. They die from blood loss or airway blockage. But you? With regeneration, you won't go into shock even if you chew it off. Sure, it won't regrow once severed. But if you like living as a short-tongued freak after the bleeding stops, keep chewing."
At Ohu's words, the tension in Ayoung's jaw slackened. The thought of surviving mutilated—unable to even die properly—crushed her suicidal impulse.
Blood dribbling from her jaw, she coughed and gasped for air.
No...... I can't die like this. I have to survive somehow. Beg pathetically. Kneel and grovel to make the pig drop his guard, then when the hypnosis slips, shove my hand down his throat and rip it out!
Her reason scripted a survival plan. To evoke pity, she welled up tears, twisted her face into a pitiful mask, and parted her bloodied lips to beg.
Please spare me. I was wrong.
That's what she meant to say. But—
"I'm gonna fucking kill you...! You goddamn piggy fuck! Untie me right now?! When I get free, I'll skin you alive and tear you to shreds!!"
"......?!"
Ayoung doubted her own ears. She'd clearly tried to plead for her life. Yet raw murder-lust and profanity poured from her vocal cords.
She clapped a hand over her mouth in horror—but her bound hands wouldn't move. Her mouth kept spewing vitriol uncontrollably.
"I'll grind you up like your daddy and feed you to the dogs! I'll dig up that bitch Han Sara's grave and flush her bones down the sewer, you little fuck!!"
Personal insults and death threats echoed through the soundproof room. The disconnect between her brain and mouth left Ayoung rolling her eyes wildly, unsure if she'd gone mad or possessed.
"Heh."
Watching her outburst, Ohu shrugged with a dry chuckle.
He fiddled with the Hypnosis App, temporarily disabling all five kind-aunt commands on Ayoung. Then he left just one active, standing alone.
【 Command: In front of Ha Ohu, speak only your deepest truth without any filtering. 】
Her reason tried to fake meekness for survival. But the app's overriding force dragged out her true feelings—the blackest truth of wanting Ha Ohu dead—and blasted it unfiltered from her mouth.
"Aah...... Eup! No, that's not...!"
Terrified Ohu might stab her dead on the spot for her words, Ayoung struggled to shut her mouth. But against the truth-compelling command, her will was worthless tissue. Even biting her lips, venom leaked through the gaps.
Trapped in her uncontrollable body. In inescapable absolute domination. Despairing tears streamed from Ayoung's eyes.
Ohu leaned down to her bloodshot, tear-streaked face. He uncapped the Sharpie and drew a line across her wet cheek, sneering.
"Love the honesty. Really."
He flicked her chest with a chilling gaze.
"No need to watch your disgusting begging act—feels fucking refreshing. Yeah, with a heart that black, how could I let you die easy?"
Marking done, Ohu tossed the pen onto the tray and stepped back. Looking at Ayoung trembling on the bed, he turned to Miyang beside him.
"Miyang."
"Nyang? Yes, Master."
"You've distributed snuff films—you've seen countless villain torture videos. Probably edited them yourself."
Ohu calmly consulted her like a professional.
"Humans... these hidden spots not showing outside clothes. Without breaking bones or rupturing organs, where and how to hit for max pain without killing—you know that best, right?"
Ayoung's breath hitched at the question.
Miyang drooped her tail, fidgeting her fingers awkwardly.
"Um...... Master. I know it inside out, yeah......"
She glanced at Ayoung with reluctance.
"But Miyang swore to leave that dirty snuff past as black history in front of Master and forget it all. And...... Master is hottest when hugging and loving me. Do I really have to teach you those filthy torture methods myself, nyang...?"
Ohu felt both proud and sorry for Miyang, now a love-hungry stray more than a violent one after last night's salvation. He gently ruffled and stroked her hair with his big hand.
Stroke. Stroke.
"I get it. I know your heart. But this isn't dredging up black history—it's what I must pass through to cut my past and be reborn."
Ohu met Miyang's eyes straight on.
"Don't worry. I'm not really gonna kill her."
That one line. Not gonna kill. As it hit the bound Ayoung's ears—
Not... gonna kill me?
She felt bone-deep the terror dwarfing her prior fear of being dismembered. The heart monitor went wild.
Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep-
Ohu connected the Sharpie lines on her body to his words. He wouldn't kill her. Tomorrow morning, hypnotized again, she'd wear the mask of the horrific auntie-fan KHC executive and live a normal, brilliant daily life. Respected by juniors at the Association, reporting to her father, enjoying status.
But the moment she opened the door after work—
That brilliance ended. Every night in this soundproof hell, her flesh inside her clothes torn and pulverized in endless torment as a slave.
Glorious days and wretched torture, repeating infinitely. A hellish gap beyond imagination. Her regeneration would heal the wounds by morning like a miracle, restoring the executive's body. But the pain memories and shattered mind would accumulate night after night.
Better to choke out here now, cursing Ha Ohu to a lifetime hunted miserably by his dad Rapid Star.
But Ohu wouldn't even grant her death's escape.
"Ah...... Aah......"
Realizing this eternal hell was her remaining life, Ayoung's pupils lost focus.
"Please...... No, nooo...... Please, I hate it...... Scary...... So scary......!"
Even that terror—her deepest truth—leaked out uncontrollably. Hearing her own wailing pleas, Ayoung felt her brain melting in utter misery.