You Screwed Her?
It can’t be.
I must have misread it.
No.
It’s still right there.
The number the needle is pointing at.
That… isn’t it? Please tell me it isn’t.
“Ugh… uungh…! Haa…! Ah… kyaaugh!”
A slightly stronger jolt of electricity flooded into her body.
It hurt.
Past the level of needles pricking her, it felt like flesh was splitting open and skin was being torn away. Something like a blade digging and gouging through her body was being driven into her nerves.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
Outwardly her body still looked intact. But the current riding her nerves was far more vicious, far more agonizing, than she had expected.
“Ughya…!! Uu… uhheu…!”
The one small mercy was that it was still, just barely, within the range she could endure.
Unlike every other torture she had suffered so far, electric torture delivered its pain in a steady, continuous stream. If you could somehow quantify agony, a whip dumped almost its entire load into the brain in a single instant; electricity simply divided that same total by the exact duration and poured it out second by second.
The sum of the pain might be identical, but the peak she had to survive at any given moment was lower. Clench her teeth and she could, more or less, ride it out.
“Kyaeu…! Kkeueuk!! Haugh…!”
Even that, though, was reaching its limit. The accumulating pain was starting to break both mind and body. She was beginning to understand exactly why electric torture had ever been invented. In place of a single shattering spike came a relentless, breath-stealing duration of pure suffering.
“Haeu… ueuk…! Haa. Ha… ueuk!!”
— Ziiiiiiiiing— click.
“Kyahk…! Haa. Haa. U… uu…. Ha… uu.”
A few minutes later the current cut out the same way it had the first time. She turned her head toward the machine. The needle had settled back on [0].
Could that thing actually be showing the torture level?
The difference between the pain at [1] and the pain at [2] had been unmistakable. She did not want to believe that several more stages of that same pain still waited for her. Even [2] had already forced her body into desperate contortions just to survive.
She prayed it wasn’t true.
“Haa. Haa. Hhk… haa. Ha…. Haa.”
Her heart could hope all it wanted; her mind already knew better. Everything that happened inside this torture chamber was real torture. Not the theatrical “torture” of everyday SM play with safewords and safety nets—real torture with neither. There wasn’t even a confession to extract. This room simply existed to destroy body and mind for exactly as many minutes as the island’s demerit rules and the allotted time demanded.
Expecting the intensity to stop at this level was pure foolishness.
Only her third torture session, and she was already certain. To reach even the level of the triangular wooden horse or the whip that had come before, that machine’s numbers had to be the stages of the torture, and the session would not end until the needle hit [MAX].
“Haeu… ah… haa…. Fuck….”
Normally the worst curse she ever let slip was a soft, almost cute “shit.” Thinking about the way the electricity flowed, a raw, emotion-soaked obscenity tore out of her on its own. She suddenly wondered whether Yejin’s foul mouth had been forged in a place exactly like this.
Right or wrong didn’t matter. The problem was that her own heart was tasting despair deep enough to need that kind of language.
And as if to mock that despair, the electric signal chimed again.
— Zziiiiiiiiing—
“Kyahaaaak!! Ah…!! Ahk…!! Aaaak!!”
This time the needle pointed to [3].
The pain was far worse. An instinctive scream ripped from her throat. She tried to clench her teeth and endure; she couldn’t. Excess agony. The current flooding through her nipples felt as if it were butchering her entire chest. The pads stuck to her thighs and skin made her muscles writhe as though they were being hammered.
It hurts. It hurts so fucking much!!
Stop! Stop…!
Her body twisted and thrashed of its own accord. She knew it was useless and still couldn’t help it. Pain too heavy to control. Escape was impossible. Wrists and ankles bound, neck locked to the chair—there was nowhere to go.
“Haeueuk!! Kyaeuk… u… uheo… ha…! Hyaaaa…!”
The machine flashing in front of her. The thick tangle of wires hanging from it. If she yanked the wires free, would it stop? If she smashed the machine, would the pain ease? Even flipping a single switch looked like it would end everything… and her body was bound so thoroughly she couldn’t even reach that far. The restraint felt spiteful.
“Ughya… gyaeuuu! Ah…! Ahk…! Hua!!”
— Zziiiiiiiiing— click.
“Kyahp!! Haa. Haa. Haa! Haa. Haa. Haa.”
The current stopped again. The rest she had been begging for arrived, and her body convulsed on its own, trying to shake free of every last volt it had just absorbed. Muscles twitched. She trembled without meaning to.
“U… haa. Haa. U… uu….”
Moans slipped out by themselves. Sweat soaked her completely; drool ran freely from the corner of her mouth.
This is impossible.
Absolutely impossible. Impossible. Impossible.
In the automatic ranking of tortures that now lived in her head, the triangular wooden horse dropped a place and electric torture claimed the top. Only one thought filled her mind: this is insane.
Pain like this…
Impossible.
She no longer wanted to stay in this chair.
Stop. Stop….
I did something wrong, so…
“Uu… u….”
Whatever it was, I did something wrong, so please forgive me.
This is too much.
Really too much.
Stop… stop.
She wanted to speak. Human language would not come. Only wet, broken moans left her mouth. And once she had already admitted the catastrophic lust inside her, even those moans sounded like nothing but heat-struck coquetry.
Haha.
Crazy… bitch.
I really am a crazy bitch, aren’t I.
Since when?
From before I ever set foot on Prison Island….
Walking here on her own two feet, even paying money to hand her body over—pure idiocy. And yet the lust boiling inside her was strong enough to own that idiocy, so what else could she be but a crazy bitch?
That was when it hit.
— Zzchiiiiiiiiing—
“Kyaaaaaaaaaak!! Aaaak!!! Aaaaaaaaak!!”
An even stronger current poured into her. As if telling her to stop thinking useless thoughts, the pain transmitted through the clamps on her nipples and the pads was… merciless.
— Thud. Thud!
“Aaaaaaak!! Kyaeuueuk!! Aak!! Ak!! Let me go!!! Kyaaaaak!! Aaaak!!!”
She thrashed. She kicked and twisted, desperate to get free. This isn’t right. This isn’t right. She would have accepted a severed hand or a sliced ankle if it meant getting out of this chair. It was too much. She thought she finally understood what people meant when they said their nerves were burning. Extreme pain rode her blood vessels and punched straight through her entire body. It felt like the unstoppable crawling sensation of a migraine, only everywhere. On top of that, the current entering through her nipples felt as if it were crushing her whole chest with a hammer.
No—even that hammer was an understatement. It was the sensation of being struck by an iron club studded with thousands of needles.
In that bottomless agony she screamed until her throat tore.
“Kyaeuueuk!!! Kehk…!! Kek!— Aaaak!!! Stop! Stop!!!”
— Chiiiiiiiiing— click.
“Kehk…! Haa. Haa…! Kheuk… cough…! Haa. Haa. Haa. U… uhk….”
Had the pain simply been too severe? Or had the session been shortened so she wouldn’t die? Thankfully this round had not lasted long.
“Haa…. Haa. Huk… hhk… please, hhk… please stop…. Hhk… I… I was wrong.… Stop… stop…. Hhk.”
The previous stage had only been [4].
That this was all it took.
The two stages still remaining….
No. This can’t be.
Despair. Wasn’t this torture chamber actually an execution ground designed to kill her? There was no way she could endure. I’m going to die. I’m going to die.
Tears burst free. She wailed even though no one was listening. Let me go, this isn’t right. Her body was drenched in sweat. Knowing water conducted electricity only made her feel more fragile.
That hope lasted only a moment.
— Chchiiiiiiiiing—
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!!”
Pain again. With her neck locked she still managed to lift her hips off the seat. She could not stay still. The wire around her throat choked her; her wrists and ankles burned from friction. She didn’t care. If she could just escape this pain…!
“Kerrrrrk!! Keuk!!”
She thrashed hard enough to snap her own neck. The raw sting and sharp pain rose, but they were nothing next to the electricity.
“Kehhhk!! Ueuk!! Kk!”
She wanted to grab the wires clamped to her nipples and rip them off. Forcing her fingers upward and shaking her upper body with everything she had, she managed to brush a few of the cords with her fingertips. She could not get a grip strong enough to tear them free.
“Kerrrk! Keo…! Keoeok…!”
For an instant her vision turned red. Had the capillaries in her eyes burst? The entire torture chamber flooded crimson and her breath locked; her body had clearly passed its limit.
Ah…. After this….
I’m really going to die.
Was the color filling her eyes the color of death itself? Sudden terror of dying seized her. They expected her to last five hours of this? Insane…. Just kill me instead. I’ll go to the execution ground myself. I’ll go, so… just stop this electric torture right now.
I know how empty that sounds.
But I can’t take this moment.
This… this isn’t right.
Stop…!
“Aaaaaaaaaak!!”
Inside the extreme pain her mind began to blur. Was she actually going to die like this? The fear of death was… far stronger than she had expected.
「Kyaaaaaaaaaah!!!! Aaaaah!!!」
“Hmm. Stage five is her limit.”
Sitting in the guard room, savoring his coffee, Leviathan murmured the observation under his breath.
What he was watching were four monitors. In the secret room beyond the space that normally hid his bed, he sipped coffee he had roasted himself while observing each of his inmates locked inside their respective torture chambers.
「You fucking bitch!! Let me go!! Let me the fuck go!! You piece of shit!! Kyaaaaaaak!!!」
「Uuuu… uhak… ueut…! Kkeueuk…」
「Kyaaaaaak!! Aaaaak!」
「Aaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!!」
The screams of four inmates rang in his ears. The intensity each of them had been given differed, but every one of them had reached her limit and was screaming inside an environment of pure despair.
There was one thing none of them knew.
“Nayun’s surprisingly weak to electricity. I’ll have to set [MAX] to roughly the same strength as stage five. And… why is Yejin’s mouth so filthy? Her throat’s going to give out… inject five percent sedative.”
Even while watching the CCTV he tapped at the computer in front of him, controlling the torture chambers. The inmates had no idea, but every guard currently assigned as a handler was required to focus on chamber control from their own guard room. Even if a guard missed something, headquarters and the control center could still halt the session using the data streaming from the collars—but to keep the inmates right on the edge, direct control by the handler was best.
“This won’t work. Nayun… three hundred minutes is impossible for this one… even after the painkillers and the insulating agent she’s still like this…. Limit her to stage four only… let’s see. Turn on the red lights in the chamber so she can rest a little and dose her with some knockout drug.”
The computer in front of him displayed real-time biometric data transmitted from the inmates’ collars. Checking the various numbers, Leviathan adjusted the torture levels. Drawing on long experience, he was a guard with an exceptional talent for managing inmates right at their breaking point.
「Kyaaaaaak!! U… uu… heok… heok…………….」
Unconscious
“Unconsciousness confirmed. Let’s see…. Then I’ll shave about thirty minutes off her torture time….”
Muttering to himself, Leviathan reduced the three hundred minutes assigned to Nayun today by thirty. In truth, the moment three hundred minutes had been handed down, this outcome had been inevitable.
Did Nayun even realize?
“Heh.”
Given the absolute power imbalance between the inmates being handled and the guards managing them from above, the women would never know. In all likelihood they would never know for the rest of their lives.
“What are you snickering about all by yourself?”
“Oh… Senior Ba’al. Back from leave?”
At the sudden voice Leviathan turned. Standing there was a large man proudly displaying a middle-aged beer belly. His guard name was Ba’al—the oldest man among the guards after Warden Diabolos himself.
“Yeah. By the way, you ever gonna drop that habit? Watching you from behind, muttering away like that… it’s scary as hell. Anyone who saw you would think you were the living image of a sadistic torturer.”
“Come on~ Senior Ba’al, you can’t say that.”
“Why not?”
“With that face of yours….”
“Hey! My wife says I’m handsome every time she looks at me!”
“Sure~ that’s only your wife who thinks that.”
Leviathan was famous for his impeccable manners, yet in front of Ba’al alone he showed real familiarity. It made sense—Ba’al was known as the kindest man on Prison Island. First impressions were colored by his looks, but once you actually talked and got close, he was one of the easiest people to approach.
His own inmates, of course, never learned that fact….
“So why are you here? What about the girls in Room Six?”
“Them? All done. Only A710 got thirty minutes; the rest just got the standard twenty-minute sentence, so I cranked them straight to max and fried them. They held up pretty well, though.”
“Ah~ that so? Whew~ I’ve got one on three hundred minutes so it’s gonna take a while… then you should hurry and clock out.”
“Three hundred minutes? You’re not seriously planning to fill the whole thing, are you? Hmm. Clock out, huh… I was thinking about it, but….”
Was it just the usual end-of-shift banter? Leviathan smiled faintly, then felt something off in Ba’al’s approaching eyes.
That unease became reality the moment Ba’al threw an arm around his shoulders and casually dropped the next line.
“Hey. Leviathan.”
“What is it?”
“I heard you fucked A479’s little sister.”
“…What?”
Leviathan pressed his fingers to his brow. The headaches that had been frequent lately suddenly felt a lot worse for no good reason.