I Will Become Special Livestock
The time that had passed since Lee Ah-young was kidnapped while drinking with her old classmates—without any idea why—was now barely two nights. If she had not been abducted, those two days would have been so short, slipping by in the blink of an eye. But for Ah-young, that time had stretched out unbearably long and dark. And now, only two nights after her abduction, she arrived at the place that would leave a permanent, devastating scar on her life.
The vehicle carrying Lee Ah-young came to a stop at its destination.
Lee Ah-young did not resist. Among all the criminals in the world who had committed crimes as heinous as hers, there could not have been one who obeyed orders as well as she did. Without a single act of defiance, Ah-young meekly followed every command.
Yet the officials dealing with her treated her with harsh brutality. Perhaps that was only natural. On the surface she looked like an impossibly beautiful and refined young woman, but behind that perfect appearance lay a monstrous serial killer who had committed the most atrocious crimes imaginable.
Lee Ah-young was a serial murderer.
It was tragic, but not a single person here knew that Ah-young had been framed. Her trial was conducted in a manner very different from the trials people normally knew. Ah-young had no right to defend herself. It was merely a sentencing. An utterly formal, perfunctory procedure. Since her status as a criminal had already been decided, this was simply the official confirmation of that result. She had already been confirmed to receive the Brand of Livestock—the maximum penalty under the law. The accused had no right to a defense. It was questionable whether this could even be called a trial at all.
Before entering the courtroom, Ah-young faced her assigned prosecutor in the interrogation room.
"Lee Ah-young. Twenty-four years old, or twenty-three by Korean age. Fourth-year student at Seoul National University. Residence… Sky Palace?"
The prosecutor scanned through her information. Before him, Ah-young kept her head bowed low, staring at the handcuffs binding her wrists.
"Hah! A rich girl attending Seoul National University, and you did something this insane. Ha! To think someone like you exists in this world."
"…Prosecutor, sir…"
"Don't speak to me so casually, you worthless piece of human garbage."
"If I told you… that I'm innocent, that I've been framed… would you believe me?"
The prosecutor ignored Ah-young's words. He silently tapped at the keyboard of the laptop in front of him. After a brief silence, he snapped at her.
"Shut your mouth. Do you think I've only seen one or two pieces of trash like you? A crazy bitch who chopped up bodies and put them on display in her own home… and you dare use the word 'framed'? You worthless scum."
"What…? Display… exhibition…?"
Ah-young looked up at the prosecutor in shock. But he had already completely tuned her out, his fingers hammering away at the keyboard once more.
The sound of him clicking his tongue echoed through the room. Ah-young's body trembled. One of the last lifelines she had desperately clung to in her heart finally snapped.
Ever since her abduction, Ah-young had asked herself the same question over and over.
Did that man really turn me into a serial killer? Is something like that even possible?
She had seen the Brand of Livestock burned into her own buttock with her own eyes. She had felt the electric shocks from the punishment chip implanted in her body. Yet a small, hopeful thought had always bloomed inside her heart.
What if the claim that I was "manufactured" into a serial killer is a lie?
But the prosecutor's single sentence, thrown at her when she quietly voiced her innocence, made Ah-young decide to abandon that hope completely. She resolved to give up any dream of clearing her name. The "man" who had brought her to this point became even more terrifying in her eyes.
So I really have become that horrific serial killer…
Even if the prosecutor had believed her claims of innocence, the perfectly branded Brand of Livestock on her buttock made it impossible for her to protest her innocence. Because the brand itself carried legal force. It was evidence in and of itself.
In the end, only one thing remained for Ah-young.
The man's proposal. That proposal was her final hope. The last lifeline called "three years." It was undoubtedly a rope offered by the devil, and she had no idea what result it would bring. But one thing was certain—it was her last chance. At the very least, it would be better than living the rest of her life branded with a false accusation.
Ah-young decided to let go of everything and carry out the man's proposal.
"Prosecutor, sir."
The prosecutor did not answer. He assumed she was just going to repeat the same obvious story. Ah-young continued speaking on her own.
"I wish to become Special Livestock. I want to live as human livestock, contributing to society."
The prosecutor's eyes widened in shock.
"What?"
His fingers stopped typing. The man stared at Lee Ah-young's face. A short silence followed.
"…"
"I would like to apply for Special Livestock. This is a decision I have made entirely of my own—"
"Puhahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha! Oh my god, I'm losing it! Hahahahahaha!"
The prosecutor didn't even wait for her to finish. He suddenly burst into maniacal laughter.
"Uahahaha! In all my years… ha! Really now…"
Ah-young stared blankly at the laughing prosecutor.
"To think I'd see a woman volunteer to become Special Livestock. And with a face that pretty too… Damn, ah! Aaaah, I see!"
Ah-young could not understand why the prosecutor was reacting this way. Wasn't becoming Special Livestock supposed to be a good thing?
"Alright, I understand. A bitch like you who is also human garbage gets a free pass to Special Livestock."
With an expression that said he was dying of laughter, the man returned to typing on his keyboard. Ah-young's mind was a mess. But regardless, she had successfully carried out the man's proposal. Much more easily than she had expected. …No… it had succeeded so easily that it only amplified her anxiety.
Ah-young had always thought that Special Livestock was some kind of privilege. The man had clearly said she would live an "ordinary life" in society… but something felt… off. Still, what could she do? There were no other options left for her. In any case, she had succeeded in grabbing the final lifeline.
A moment later, the prosecutor spoke to her.
"Hey, you can leave now. I'll take care of your Special Livestock application myself."
"…Yes!"
Another official violently flung open the door to the interrogation room.
"Come out."
Still handcuffed, Ah-young obediently let herself be led away by the official.
The place Ah-young was taken to was an outdoor garbage disposal yard.
Wait, wasn't I supposed to be tried? Why are we here…?
The two officials who had brought her were both men. One of them held out an orange prisoner uniform—both the top and bottom—to Ah-young.
"Change into this."
"…Excuse me? Right here…?"
"This is the changing room. Take off everything you're wearing and throw it into the bin labeled 'clothing waste,' then change into the prisoner uniform."
"…Eh…? Eh…?"
Ah-young's pupils shook violently. The clothes she was currently wearing—including the dress she had been given back by the "man"—were all expensive luxury items. And they wanted her to throw them into a filthy waste bin… a trash can? More than that, why was she being told to strip and change in this outdoor space, right in front of two men she had never met before?
It felt familiar. Yesterday's Lee Ah-young had been in exactly the same situation. Essentially naked outside, forced to do whatever the man ordered. And now… it was the same. Only the one giving the orders had changed. The shame, the embarrassment, and this agonizing, turbulent feeling in her chest were all exactly the same. Equally, unbearably painful.
Ah-young's eyes grew red and watery. It was horrible. She felt like a fool for having felt even the slightest relief just because she had gotten her clothes back and escaped that dog cage. The despair had not ended.
Click!
One of the officials inserted a key into the handcuffs on Ah-young's wrists and turned it. The cuffs came off, and her hands were freed.
"We don't have time. Hurry up."
Ah-young squeezed her eyes shut. The tears that had pooled in her eyes spilled over and streamed down her cheeks.
She had to take them off. Again. She had to strip. Once more.
Ah-young immediately pulled off the dress. She grabbed the hem of the skirt and lifted it upward. The dress slipped over her head. In an instant, she was standing there in nothing but her underwear. In this completely open space.
"Haa… haa…"
The moment the dress came off, the outside air touched her skin. Her heart began to pound violently. Unlike yesterday, this was not a place with only one man. Other employees were walking around nearby, stealing glances at Ah-young. The two men in front of her stared openly at her body.
Normally, this would be a sex crime. Forcing someone to undress and staring blatantly at their body was a crime. But for Ah-young, who had been branded with the Brand of Livestock, such a crime did not apply. Because she was livestock without human rights.
Powerlessly, Ah-young unhooked her bra. Click. The bra came undone and fell to the ground. At the same time, her large, snow-white breasts swayed downward under gravity, fully revealed.
"Whoa!"
One of the men's exclamation of awe.
Ah-young's breasts were pure white and enormous. A perfect 70F cup—unbelievable for a Korean woman. One could tell at a glance they were natural. Despite their considerable size, they sagged only slightly, thanks to excellent care. They looked impossibly soft. Even without touching them, simply by looking, one could imagine how incredibly soft and pliant they would feel. Her wide areolas and very light brown nipples were completely exposed to the open air. It was only natural that the men seeing this sight would let out gasps of admiration.
She quickly removed her panties as well. If she had to take them off anyway, it was better to do it fast. The slower she moved, the longer she would have to remain shamefully naked.
When the panties that had covered her sex slid off, a surprisingly thick bush of pubic hair was revealed. It truly gave the impression of being "lush." Even so, it carried a kind of sexy allure in its own way.
The men stared at Ah-young. Her entire body was as white as white jade. A firm, perfectly toned figure with not a trace of excess fat. Ah-young's body was truly flawless.
After removing all her underwear, Ah-young covered her breasts with one arm, hiding both nipples. Her large breasts were pressed inward by her arm. The soft mounds that had been hanging slightly lower were now lifted upward by the pressure of her arm. With her other hand, she reached out toward the two men in front of her.
"…Clothes… please give me the clothes…"
Ah-young, with reddened eyes and a pitiful gaze, extended her hand. She was desperately trying to endure the horrific shame of being naked once again.
"Ahem… Take off your shoes and socks too, throw everything into that disposal bin, and then we'll give you the prisoner uniform."
"…Ugh…"
Perhaps it was her imagination, but the faces of the two officials seemed slightly flushed. They swallowed hard as they continued to admire Ah-young's naked body. Ah-young quickly kicked off her shoes and peeled off her socks. To keep covering her chest, she rubbed her arm against her breasts while bending down to remove the socks. Every movement was unbearably erotic. Though the fact that this was taking place in an outdoor garbage disposal yard did somewhat detract from the sexiness.
Ah-young was now completely naked. She picked up the dress, underwear, and other garments scattered on the ground and threw them into the clothing waste bin.
My… my clothes… they were just thrown into a trash can. With my own hands… I threw them away…
"Haa… haa… N-now… please… give them to me…"
Shame flooded through her. Her breathing grew ragged, and embarrassment wrapped around her entire body. Please, please! Hurry up and give me the clothes! Please!
The officials seemed reluctant and paused for a moment. A perfect woman's completely nude body standing barefoot. The sight of Ah-young twisting her body to hide her breasts and pubic hair was quite the fascinating spectacle.
One of the men tossed the prisoner uniform onto the ground. Ah-young snatched it up and hurriedly put on the orange prisoner shirt and pants. She buttoned the top with incredible speed. And finally… she was dressed.
Ah-young let out a shaky breath.
"Huu… haa…"
It had been even more humiliating than yesterday. Never mind the number of people; this was an ordinary, everyday place. Ordinary people—office workers, government employees, whoever they were—walked through this normal location. Becoming naked here brought about an even greater sense of shame.
Ah-young looked around. The people who had witnessed her "changing" show were not limited to the two officials in front of her. At least ten or more people were standing around the garbage disposal yard. Her face burned with heat. Everyone was looking in her direction.
Surely… surely not everyone around here had seen her naked… It couldn't be… Please, no…
"Alright, let's go."
Handcuffs were placed back on Ah-young's wrists. Led by the officials, she was dragged back into the court building. The sight of her back, clad in that orange prisoner uniform, looked utterly pitiful.