Re-Brainwashing (3)
I witnessed Lee Hayoung's mad figure in the pitch-black darkness, like a demon from the abyss. She prostrated herself fully toward the choir members and began chanting the prayer in a frenzy. The sight of Lee Hayoung reciting the prayer sent chills down my spine, as if she were a cultist lost in tongues.
It's similar to Lee Sin-a, I thought suddenly, recalling how Lee Sin-a had spat out her declaration of betraying Jeong Hyeonjae like a machine gun. Back then, she had fallen completely into Master's design, reduced to a beast chasing nothing but the pleasure of depravity. In the end, she declared she would abandon even me and Jeong Seong-a, embracing total corruption.
So the Savior's method is fear.
Master's way of corrupting women had always been to make them utterly dependent on absolute pleasure, reshaping them to his will. Take Lee Hayoung, for example—if she performed some vulgar act, or her values twisted into something ugly, or she destroyed herself, Master would praise her and flood her with pleasure. The result? She became a monster that devoured even the people she loved, all while tearing herself apart.
The Savior's approach, on the other hand, was pure terror. The fear of death if she didn't obey. The dread of being discarded as she was. The horror of her mind shattering, leaving her a vegetable. That terror stripped away every layer until it exposed the raw bottom of Lee Hayoung's soul. Terrified, she wailed, screamed, cursed, clung to vain hopes—desperately resisting in her anguish—only to collapse into despair.
All glory to the great Father. To the Father who saved us...
Right then, as if on cue, the choir appeared. They entered the secret room one by one, bathed in brilliant backlighting from the doorway, precisely when Lee Hayoung had emptied herself of everything and sunk into despair. She sprang up at their arrival, prostrated toward them, then began chanting along with their prayer, her love juices gushing freely.
Watching that grotesque scene, I felt afresh just how powerful Master's brainwashing was.
So it takes driving someone to that brink to unravel it. If they put in that much effort, I can respect it.
When I saw Lee Hayoung back to her old self at the casino, one thought had crossed my mind: How did she revert? How did she break free of Master's brainwashing? Now, I was seeing the answer on the monitor before me.
The Savior's use of the "secret room" and "fear" had crushed her mind completely, making it ripe for re-brainwashing. I nodded, pondering if the same method would work on Lee Sin-a and Jeong Seong-a. Lee Sin-a was already fully remade by Master, so it might be tough—but Jeong Seong-a now? Maybe.
Lost in thought, I heard the choir leader approach Lee Hayoung. She looked up at him with tear-streaked eyes, and he smiled gently.
Lee Hayoung nodded frantically at his words. I rested my chin on my hand, mulling over what he'd said.
A three-day trial. Injecting devotion to the Savior, huh.
From observing the footage, the eight days in solitary seemed designed to purge all emotions toward Master. So this "trial" ritual was probably meant to fill the void in Lee Hayoung's heart with love for the Savior. I'd find the answer by watching.
There was plenty of runtime left, and the truth was in the video anyway.
Meanwhile, the choir leader dragged Lee Hayoung before the Savior. She prostrated instantly, confessing her great sins. The Savior replied with a benevolent smile.
The Savior took Lee Hayoung, washing her, feeding her, and treating her just as before. She gazed at him with eyes full of love and reverence, and he provided every comfort with a kind smile.
But when night fell, she was locked back in the filthy, damp, stinking cell, surrounded by dozens of choir members hurling insults and beatings.
Several men kicked the lone woman mercilessly. The rest chanted prayers nonstop, some hurling vicious words at the beaten Lee Hayoung for mental torment. It was less a "ritual" than deliberate sadism.
Ugh... ugh...
Beaten to a pulp, Lee Hayoung was a mess. Even as my enemy, it was hard to watch.
The next late afternoon, she was summoned again. The Savior fed, soothed, and healed her as before; tears of gratitude streamed as she thanked Father endlessly. I smirked at the scene.
The one who locked you up, the choir beating you—it's all on his orders.
Logically incomprehensible. Yet I understood her heart—I'd once blindly chased immediate desires myself.
The pattern repeated. Half the day: solitary hell of humiliation, mockery, beatings. The other half: emotional healing from the Savior. Three days of this conditioning yielded stunning results.
All glory to the great Father. To the Father who saved us...
Lee Hayoung had become a total fanatic. Even amid humiliations, kicks, and blows, she chanted prayers with an eerie smile.
Three days of hell and heaven passed, and on the fourth morning:
The last rite unfolded in the secret room. Lee Hayoung lay on an assembled bed brought by the choir, who surrounded her chanting prayers. Eyes rolled back, she joined in from her position.
All glory to the great Father. To the Father who saved us, I pledge this body and soul. Father alone is my love; I swear I can forsake all for him...
An absurd scene of mad obedience filled the room. Then the master of madness appeared, backlit through the open door. All prostrated before the Savior.
With a strange device over his eyes, the Savior lumbered forward—thud, thud. A choir member shut the door, plunging the room into total darkness.
Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Undeterred, he navigated the black void straight to Lee Hayoung. I realized the device was a thermal camera—just like the one filming this.
Thermal imaging. Interesting.
The room was pitch black, but the thermal footage revealed bodies in blues to reds, their excitement vivid. The Savior could gauge their fervor this way too.
Haa... haa... haa...
Amid the mixed colors, one blazed pure red: Lee Hayoung, awaiting the final rite on the bed.
Muttering, he approached her glowing red form. With each step, her crotch flared brighter, throat and one breast flushing deeper. His cock swelled red, leaking precum.
Confirming devotion by heat. Clever.
Words and expressions could be faked; body heat didn't lie.
She burned scarlet, chanting and ready. Convinced, the Savior's rigid cock drooled precum.
Screeech... screeech...
His massive frame climbed onto the bed. Legs splayed, she panted red-hot breaths. The choir chanted ceaselessly.
All glory to the great Father. To the Father who saved us, I pledge this body and soul. Father alone is my love; I swear I can forsake all for him.
A grotesque, occult ritual like from a horror film. Steam rose with each chant, heating the air. The Savior thrust his cock into her pussy, declaring, "Now you and I are one." She squirted instantly, moaning wildly.
Uwooooh!!! Hoooook♥
-Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Splaaash...
Over 140kg, he mounted her fully, binding her body. Hands cradling her head, pregnant-like belly pinning her, tongue lapping her face.
All glory to the great Father. To the Father who saved us...
Chanting continued amid the perversion. Possessed, he licked her face madly, bucking his heavy hips to poke her depths.
Uook♥ Ngoooook♥ Ngoog♥ Heut♥ Hooook♥ Uook♥
She was utterly his—her entire body flushed red proved it. After a sloppy kiss, she gasped:
They dove into fierce sex. Her blazing legs wrapped his waist; arms pulled him tight.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
-Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Her lower belly flushed red. Pulling out, red-tinged fluid leaked from her pussy. Thus ended Lee Hayoung's re-brainwashing.