Chapter 65
Chapter 65
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Savior (2)
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"I've been waiting for you. Seong-a. Come over here and sit."
Inside a room with an antique interior.
Baek Ha-yoon opened her mouth with a seductive expression.
Jeong Seong-a froze on the spot at the unexpected appearance of Baek Ha-yoon.
"Hehe. You must be really shocked."
Baek Ha-yoon rose from her seat.
Then, with the click-clack of her high heels, she approached Jeong Seong-a with sensual movements.
"Hmm..."
Baek Ha-yoon's gaze, as if appraising her.
It was completely different from how she looked at the fan signing event.
It felt like her personality had been swapped; the bright and innocent image from the signing event was the polar opposite of her current bewitching allure.
"I'm jealous. You're too pretty."
At that moment, Baek Ha-yoon toyed with her own hair and said so.
She circled around Jeong Seong-a, scrutinizing her face, breasts, hips, buttocks, thighs—every part of her body.
And then, she tossed out a casual remark.
"You definitely have class. No wonder Master took notice of you."
Baek Ha-yoon's words and actions treated her like merchandise.
Only then did Jeong Seong-a feel the rage surging in her chest.
The lewd antics of Baek Ha-yoon she'd seen in videos flashed before her like a panorama.
The pain of the past week, wailing over her betrayal, came rushing back.
"You...! You're disgusting, so get lost. I can't even stand looking at you."
Jeong Seong-a's venomous words, born from profound betrayal.
Yet Baek Ha-yoon's expression didn't even twitch.
Instead, it was Jeong Seong-a herself, the one spitting the insults, who ended up choking back tears.
Hating her own weakness, she glared at Baek Ha-yoon with an even fiercer expression.
"..."
But Baek Ha-yoon said nothing.
She simply gazed steadily at her.
Somewhere in her eyes looking at Jeong Seong-a, there was sorrow.
"..."
In that moment of silence, a strange feeling suddenly settled in Jeong Seong-a's heart.
That odd feeling was a contradictory one: Baek Ha-yoon was so beautiful, yet she worried if her harsh words had hurt her.
Do I still can't let go of this person?
"I understand. It must have been really hard for you."
As if reading her mind.
Baek Ha-yoon suddenly hugged her and patted her back.
Jeong Seong-a mumbled awkwardly in the embrace before realizing her own feelings.
She hugged Baek Ha-yoon back and began to sob, unleashing the tears she'd held in.
"Why... why did you do it... Why, unnie... Why on earth.... Do you know how much I..."
"I'm sorry. It was my fault. I'm really sorry."
"Hic... Hiccup..."
Jeong Seong-a sobbed in Baek Ha-yoon's arms.
Not making the debut group, learning the true nature of her muse and idol Baek Ha-yoon, realizing how rotten the entertainment industry was.
All that rage and sorrow, mixed with an unbreakable attachment to Baek Ha-yoon, erupted at once, and she wept loudly for a long while.
A pitch-black solitary cell where not a speck of light entered.
Lee Ha-young had already been locked in here for five days.
Naked without a stitch of clothing, without proper meals, she had to endure these impoverished days.
This place was truly hellish.
Even worse than a typical prison solitary cell.
The floor was cold and hard, with no basic heating or cooling.
Meals were pathetically inadequate, and she couldn't even drink a proper drop of water.
Instead, if she recited the prayer flowing from the speaker, she could have a proper meal.
She could don freshly laundered clean clothes and go out for a hot shower to refresh her body.
Every morning upon waking, at mealtimes, during training, during sex, before sleep.
If she swore by reciting that prayer each time, she might receive the 'Savior's' love and live comfortably in this mansion.
But Lee Ha-young gritted her teeth and endured.
Her eternal love was still only for Master, and the one she would give her life for was Master alone.
Even confined for five days, she refused to recite the 'prayer' and longed only to meet Master.
However, even that was reaching its limit.
Her love and loyalty to Master remained unshaken, but staying locked here longer felt like she would lose herself completely.
Even a well-trained soldier would struggle to endure a fully sealed solitary cell for over three days, let alone an ordinary person like her surviving five days—it was nearly miraculous.
-Clang.
It was then.
The door, which showed no sign of opening, swung wide, flooding in blinding light.
Lee Ha-young squinted and covered her eyes at the light she hadn't seen in five days.
At the same time, she heard footsteps of several groups approaching her.
-Thud. Thud. Thud thud.
Irregular footsteps, estimated at about five people.
Soon, the door slammed shut with a bang, and the illuminating light vanished.
Lee Ha-young opened her eyes again and looked around.
"..."
But with the light gone, it was pitch black once more.
She couldn't see who had entered.
No way to discern who they were, their gender, height, age, build—nothing.
"Alright. Let's begin the prayer."
A clear voice of a woman around her age rang out.
Lee Ha-young felt their presence surrounding her and scraped her body against the wall.
They closed in, blocking all escape, plopped down, and began chanting the 'prayer'.
It was maddening.
Her mind was already fraying from the prayer blaring all day from the speaker, and now several people had invaded her cell, chanting it in chorus—enduring was at its limit.
Lee Ha-young lost her reason and went berserk.
"Stop it!! Stop, I said! Stop! Stop! Please, just stop!"
But their prayer continued.
No matter how she screamed and wailed, they never stopped.
The more she thrashed, the crueler they became.
If she lunged at them, they kicked her; if she yelled to stop, they raised their voices louder.
"All glory to the Great Father. To the Father who saved us..."
Three more days passed.
The 'choir' entered the room at set times each day, chanting the prayer for about six to eight hours before leaving.
But on the fourth day, even their daily tormenting chorus abruptly stopped.
Even the prayer that had droned from the speaker 24 hours a day fell silent.
Now, the solitary cell was filled only with eerie silence.
"Ugh... Uuugh..."
But that didn't make things better.
On the contrary, her anxiety worsened far more than before.
Without the choir visits to mark the day's rhythm or the constant auditory stimulation of the prayer, all Lee Ha-young could do was endlessly conjure images in her mind and indulge in delusions.
But even such delusions lasted only a few hours.
Trapped in constant darkness, her consciousness grew feeble, her condition deteriorated daily, and her train of thought fragmented.
-Tremble tremble tremble...
How much longer must she stay locked here?
In the silent darkness, she began to break down slowly.
Her frayed mind started doubting: 'Has Master abandoned me?'
Thus, Lee Ha-young began to fear being abandoned by everyone.
-Tremble tremble tremble...
Feeling fear, chills wracked her body.
Unable to see anything, hallucinations began to appear.
Lee Ha-young was now imagining her own rotting corpse in this place.
Abandoned by the Savior, Master, and even her slave Jeong Seong-min, dying alone here.
"Huuuh... Haaah..."
Her body began trembling wildly, as if in a seizure.
But Lee Ha-young shook her head fiercely, recalling Master's promise.
She clenched her fist, remembering his words that he would surely return to her arms.
But that lasted only a moment. As hallucinations of her corpse-like self in the pitch black started speaking to her, even that became hard.
"Huuuh-! Hic! Ugh!"
It was the limit.
Her head felt like it would explode.
She didn't want to die here.
She wanted out now.
Please, anyone—.
-Flash!
It was then.
Suddenly the door opened, revealing the silhouette of a massive man and light pouring through the gap.
It felt like beholding the descent of a holy god.
"It pains my heart to see you like this. Torturing your mind so, yet still unable to let go of that man."
-Thud thud thud.
The hulking man walked in.
Lee Ha-young stared blankly at his every movement.
He knelt and lifted her into his arms.
"Come. Even if just for a day, I want to let you rest."
The man rose.
A floating sensation in the air.
He carried her out into the world of light.
Lee Ha-young closed her eyes against the immense light after nine days and buried her face in his chest.
"Father! No! She's still in training. Taking her out like this—!"
At that moment, a familiar clear voice stimulated Lee Ha-young's ears.
This voice definitely belonged to one of those who came to her cell daily to chant prayers.
"Yes! We need to torment her more! We must break her mind completely!"
This one was choir too.
She can even speak properly like this.
"We have to send her back in! Leave her until she becomes a wreck!"
This one as well, choir.
Why are these people trying to destroy me?
Why do they hate me so much?
"Father! Back inside!"
"If she doesn't pledge loyalty to Father, we can't accept her!"
"Exactly! We must make her submit first!"
"Yes! One more week in there, and she'll surely break!"
"Even if it kills her, we can't yield until she bows first!"
Countless choir members—too many to number—opposed Lee Ha-young's release.
However, the man holding her dismissed their opinions with a single phrase.
"You dare question my decision?"
"..."
Silence from the group.
But opposition wasn't entirely absent.
"Then... just for today. She needs to get her head straight. To break the demon's brainwashing in her, even if it means electric torture, waterboarding, or damaging parts of her body—."
"Enough."
"..."
"I'll let her rest just for today and send her back in, so don't worry. After that, she's yours."
"...Understood."
"But I won't tolerate any more objections today. I'll personally look after her today, so withdraw."
"...As you command."
At the man's stern command, the choir bowed crisply and retreated.
Now somewhat accustomed to the light, Lee Ha-young peered back at the choir's retreating figures with half-open eyes.
Hostility toward them surged within her.
"Your face has suffered so much. We must move quickly."
Then, the warm voice of her savior, holding her, tickled Lee Ha-young's ear.
In response, she gazed up at him blankly, feeling an inexplicable tickle in her chest.