Dawn Silence in the Hypermarket: Unknown Fear and Primal Possession
A cold, dry night wind tore through the ruined city, slicing across Eunha’s bare, pale skin like a straight razor. She wore not a single thread. In a world of absolute darkness where every light had been extinguished, only the grotesque blood-red moon hanging in the sky cast its eerie glow over shattered asphalt and crumbled concrete. Through the heart of that apocalypse, a massive, deformed black wolf—nearly two hundred pounds of jet-black fur and raw power—sprinted at terrifying speed.
Boom.Whoosh. Each time the beast’s enormous paws slammed into the ground and launched him forward, they crushed the burst corpses and congealed blood of the dead, flinging wet, sickening pops into the air.
Eunha lay flattened against the wolf’s broad, muscled back like discarded luggage, clinging to life by a crude harness of bandages and leather straps. Her damaged optic nerves turned the world into hazy silhouettes: house-sized mantises scaling utility poles, mutated ants crushing cars between their jaws while they sniffed for meat.
Bzzzzzzzzzz.Whishishishish. The air between buildings thrummed with the wingbeats of thousands of giant insects. Every time that horrific ultrasound threatened to split her eardrums, Eunha’s body locked with terror and she buried her face deeper into the stiff fur at the beast’s neck.
There was no escape from this hell. The only way to avoid being impaled on barbed insect legs and dissolved alive in digestive fluid was to remain pressed against the body of the very predator who had raped her and ruined her insides—his savage pheromones the only thing keeping the swarm at bay.
Every explosive flex of the beast’s back muscles scraped Eunha’s thin ribcage and the soft skin of her inner thighs against his coarse fur until she burned red. Yet the stinging on the surface was nothing compared to the biological agony boiling inside her pelvis.
Only hours earlier, a steel-hard shaft had torn through her narrow, fragile anal sphincter and driven ten inches deep. The knot had then swollen to a horrifying five-inch girth inside her rectal wall, crushing her organs with its impossible mass. The memory still haunted her nerves, sending phantom pain screaming through her body.
“Haa… hng… ugh……”
Each landing sent a brutal shockwave up through her pelvis and into her spine. The torn muscles of her rectum and sphincter shrieked. Yet somehow—mercifully or cruelly—every time fresh blood threatened to spill, the thick mixture of the beast’s saliva and semen pooled deep inside her exerted a grotesque viscosity. Those supernatural fluids, forced in by his rough tongue, sealed ruptured membranes and severed capillaries like industrial silicone, forcibly holding her lower body together even as the pain threatened to tear her apart.
The agony of torn flesh and the drug-like hormones that numbed it while accelerating cell growth swirled viciously through her bloodstream, slowly devouring what remained of her sanity.
Some unknown stretch of time passed. The beast’s ragged breathing eased as he slowed, heavy footfalls growing deliberate. Scraaaape. Scrape. Sharp claws met smooth tile instead of asphalt.
Eunha lifted her head with effort, focusing her clouded vision. They stood at the entrance of a massive hypermarket that had once thrived in the city’s heart. The glass doors lay in glittering shards across the floor. Inside, every light was dead. Only perfect silence waited—an open maw, a giant tomb.
Grrruuuh. Sssuuuh. Sniff. Taeo flared his huge nostrils and drew in the interior air. Eunha, still perched on his back, did the same, dissecting the scents.
Something was wrong. The choking stench of death that had blanketed the hospital and streets—the rotting entrails, the coppery blood—was completely absent. Even the sour, acidic reek of the giant insects roaming outside stopped at the threshold as if hitting an invisible wall.
Only the faint smells of plastic packaging, dust-covered cardboard, and cold concrete lingered.
No corpses. No insect traces. No living scent at all. A vacuum-like cleanliness that was somehow more horrifying than decay. That perfect absence of odor and sound sent icy fingers crawling down Eunha’s spine, birthing an unknown terror.
“Put… put me down…”
She tapped weakly at Taeo’s neck with a trembling hand, voice barely a whisper. They needed shelter from the swarm and food. There was no choice.
Taeo bent his forelegs slightly to lower his back. Eunha fumbled with the leather straps and bandages, then slid down. Thud. Bare feet met icy tile. The cold shot up through her soles and into her bones.
Her pelvic muscles refused to cooperate; her legs would not hold her weight properly. She limped forward, one hand clutching the discarded harness strap, the other groping the empty air, taking one shaky step after another into the darkness. A blind woman’s miserable journey, guided only by fragmented memory and the touch of her fingertips.
That was when it happened.
Taeo, who had been hesitating at the entrance with instinctive unease, suddenly locked onto the sight of Eunha’s frail, naked body limping away from him alone.
Grr?
To a wild predator, a female he had mated with and marked with his fluids was absolute property—something to be controlled and kept close until death. Moreover, his scent on her skin had grown faint. In the motel bathroom she had frantically scrubbed herself raw, washing away much of the territorial mark he had rubbed into her.
A female whose scent had been erased. A female who had left his back without permission and was walking away into unknown territory.
That simple scene triggered a catastrophic delusion in Taeo’s mind—already consumed by beastly hormones despite his lingering human intellect. She’s trying to escape. She waited for me to lower my guard so she could run. She wiped away my scent to hide in another male’s territory.
The predator’s reason was obliterated. Violent male anxiety and possessive rage detonated through his veins.
Any instinctive caution about unseen dangers inside the hypermarket evaporated like smoke before the absolute terror of losing his female.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
The low, seismic growl tore through the first floor like an earthquake.
“Hik…! Ah, aah!”
Eunha’s thin shoulders froze mid-step. Before she could turn, the thunderous sound of ninety kilograms of black fur and muscle shattered the tiles behind her.
Taeo’s massive chest slammed into her slender back with a heavy thud. As her body crumpled forward like paper, his thick forepaws clamped down on both sides of her pelvis, pinning her ruthlessly to the floor. Sharp claws pricked her pale skin, sending bright pain flaring.
“T-Taeo… why? Why are you— it hurts… hng!”
She tried to look back, but he refused to let her turn. Instead, his huge, wet snout drove mercilessly between her bare buttocks and trembling thighs.
Grrruuuh!Sssuuuh!!
He ground his nose against her flesh and inhaled like a deranged vacuum, dissecting every scent from her lower body and the still-raw ring of her anus. Each blast of hot, rough breath against her most sensitive places tore humiliated, terrified cries from her throat as her legs shook violently.
“Aah! Haa… hng… stop, please stop… I’m not running away… I swear……”
But his snout continued its relentless inspection—thighs, calves, ankles, then back up to her waist and nape—scanning every inch of her for any trace of betrayal.
Cheap motel soap lingered on her outer skin, but his hypersensitive nose found exactly what it sought: the thick, unmistakable reek of his own semen still pooled deep inside her torn rectum and coating her uterine walls, along with the heavy hormones coursing through her bloodstream.
My fluids have soaked into her very bones. She is perfectly bound. My property. She cannot escape.
Only after confirming that absolute truth did his savage breathing begin to steady.
Yet the explosion of obsession and anxiety would not permit her even the freedom to walk alone.
Grr.Slide.
He released her pelvis and pressed the massive bulk of his head tightly against the side of her slender thigh. From then on, with every step she took, his snout remained glued to her leg like a living shackle. His stiff fur and feverish body heat rubbed constantly against her skin in a grotesque assertion of ownership that allowed not a single millimeter of distance.
The sensation of that enormous muzzle clinging to her bare thigh made Eunha’s breath catch in her throat. With every movement, his sharp fangs hovered threateningly close to her flesh while sticky saliva smeared across her skin.
I can no longer take a single step by my own will without this monster’s permission. My life, my gait, my direction—everything is now under the total control of this rutting male’s blind anxiety.
“Haa… I understand. I won’t leave… I’ll stay right beside you……”
Eunha swallowed the tears threatening to spill and reached down with a trembling hand to gently stroke the bridge of Taeo’s nose where it pressed against her thigh.
Inside the vast, silent ruins of the hypermarket, a blind woman addicted to a beast’s fluids and the enormous black wolf who had bound her completely as his possession moved as one grotesque creature. Bodies pressed inseparably together, they melted slowly, with eerie steps, into the cold darkness of the corridors ahead.