Welcome to Hell
"Hehe~"
Walking into her apartment late at night, Sua was in such a good mood that she couldn't help humming to herself.
The man she'd met that morning turned out to have far more money and assets than she'd expected. Landing a whale like that — a fish in a barrel practically begging to be gutted — was an unexpected gift for a woman who made her living bleeding men dry.
The ideal mark was someone rich and just a little dim. And if he was the type who'd come panting and groveling, ready to hand over his liver and his gallbladder at the slightest flutter of her tail? Even better.
"Fucking pathetic bastards, all of them… give them a little attention and they're panting like dogs, thinking they've won the lottery. You're nothing but slaves whose only purpose is to bring money to this goddess."
Tsk.
A snort of contempt escaped her as she stepped through the front door. Imagining exactly how she'd cook the mark she'd just reeled in sent her spirits soaring, as if his fortune were already hers.
Should I start with the new Louis Vuitton bag this season? Or Gucci?
"Hm?"
Lost in a haze of fantasies, Sua stepped into the living room and stopped short at the sight of the lights on. She lived alone, and she never once forgot to switch them off when she went out. There was no reason for them to be lit.
"Hello, unnie?"
"…Huh?"
A woman sat on the sofa, waving a hand at her with a smile. Sua could only stare, dumbstruck. Shock at the unthinkable intruder tangled with sheer confusion — but what surfaced first wasn't wariness. It was bewilderment.
The woman lounging on the couch with the ease of someone in her own home was the woman she'd seen on the street that morning. A total stranger, someone she'd passed for only a moment — but her face was unforgettable. It was the kind of beauty that stole your eyes and wouldn't give them back.
"I— hey, um… wh-who the hell are you?!"
Thoughts flitted through her head in the surreal moment, and the first emotion to finally stick was a rightful anger laced with alarm.
"There's something I want to ask you about what happened this afternoon, unnie."
What happened this afternoon?
She racked her brain for a moment, but nothing came. And anyway, that wasn't the point right now.
"Ha! Who are you? Huh? Who the fuck are you? You know you just broke into someone's home, right? I'll call the cops and have you eating prison food, you got that!?"
Exhaling as if in disbelief, Sua whipped out her phone from her pocket and threw her weight around. As she raged, a brilliant thought flashed through her mind.
She hated to admit it, but the woman was stunningly beautiful. She had no idea why, or how, the woman had gotten into her apartment — but this was an opportunity. She could use it to exploit that naive little thing. A face like that would have men flocking to her by the dozen. Dangle the threat of calling the police over her head, then milk that beauty for all it was worth…
Snap!
"AAAAAAAHHH——!!!"
Her planted legs suddenly buckled backward, and an indescribable pain tore through her. Sua screamed on pure reflex, her strength gone, and crumpled to the floor with a heavy thud.
"Wh—ehh??"
Craning her neck to look, she saw both her legs bent sideways at grotesque angles, and a stupefied sound of horror spilled out of her. The pain was maddening — but more than that, she couldn't understand how her legs had simply broken. She darted a frantic look around, but all she could see was the strange woman and herself.
A stranger…
The thought slithering through her mind made her skin crawl. She turned her gaze back, and there the woman was, still lounging on the sofa with lazy composure, looking down at her sprawled on the floor.
Instinct told her, instantly and absolutely, that this was happening because of that woman — that fucking bitch — and in the next heartbeat even the pain was forgotten.
"You fucking cun—"
Snap!
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH——————————————————!!!!"
With the sound of cracking bone, the index finger of her right hand was bent fully backward. A finger wrenched past any angle a human body could endure came with agony to match, and the scream ripped out from the very depths of her throat.
"Ahhg—!! It huuurts—!! I-it hurts, ugheng! It hurts… my, my legs…! My finger!! Ughengh… ahh… h-hospital, uheh… doctor… s-save me…"
Tears and snot streaming down her face, wailing like a child, Sua begged desperately to the woman on the sofa. Any question of why this was happening had long since been driven from her mind. A violence of pain unlike anything she'd known in her life was more than enough to fold up every doubt and every thought.
"Will you answer me now, unnie? What did you say about the man who was next to me this afternoon?"
"Uheeh—??"
As the woman said something incomprehensible, Sua let out a strangled, broken noise, her face smeared with tears and snot. Then she saw the woman's smile curling, and her face went rigid as goosebumps raced across her skin.
Her survival instinct screamed at her, desperate and absolute.
If you don't give her the answer she wants, you die. You will most certainly die.
She clawed through her memories for her life. She worked her brain harder than she had since the day she was born. It was only natural — the thing most precious to life was hanging in the balance.
What did I say… a man? A, a man? Ahh…!
It came back to her.
The man walking beside that woman, the thoughts that had run through her head when she saw him, and the words that had come out as a result. It was a miracle. That she'd dredged the words up at all was nothing short of a miracle. She felt an infinite gratitude toward her own memory and her own brain — and then she hesitated.
But… but… is saying it now actually the right answer?
"Hyii—!"
Before she knew it, the woman was crouched right in front of her, peering down, and Sua shrieked.
Crackle…
The woman's face blurred like a screen full of static, then snapped back into place. Something about that unstable image looked — for no reason she could name — like the manifestation of a truly monstrous anger.
"I-I… um… I-I said the m-man was… n-nothing special… I think…?"
Comparing the woman to the man beside her — that was what she'd said to the mark she'd just hooked. She stammered it out in a trembling voice, dredging the words back up one by one. She didn't want to say them. She knew, instinctively, that she shouldn't — and yet she knew with equal certainty that if she didn't speak, she would die on the spot.
When the answer was done, the woman smiled brightly.
That smile carried no joy. It matched the depth of that smile with a blazing, incandescent fury — and it was a fury no human being could ever hope to withstand. A rage that seemed ready to burn her very existence to ash, so overwhelming that to merely witness it made her forget her own self.
"HYYYIIIICK——!!"
Her scream burst out of her on its own, rattling her teeth.
She was terrified. Her very soul trembled with dread. It was so maddeningly, suffocatingly frightening that she crawled across the floor with everything she had, just to run. That was the best she could do now — the only thing she could do. As she dragged herself along, urine leaked from between her legs, leaving a trail on the floor. Pain kept surging in waves from her two broken legs and her bent finger, but this was no time to care about any of that. She had to escape this place, this nightmare, by any means possible. It was the only thought left in her head.
If that woman caught her here, something worse than death would be waiting — something that would tear her soul to ribbons. She had to avoid that. Absolutely, at any cost.
"…Heh?"
Thud.
Her outstretched hand — reaching blindly forward through the narrowing tunnel of her consciousness, eyes only for escape — struck against a foot planted on the floor.
A foot?
Someone else was here, besides her and the woman. A flicker of hope lifted her head to see who it was — and the face that had just bloomed with hope began to warp into bewilderment, and then into despair.
"…What… is this?"
Something identical to herself was standing there. Face and body, perfectly the same. She knew it down to the flesh because of one thing: the wound on the standing figure's hip matched the wound she herself carried, exactly.
A scar from falling during a fight with the boys back in elementary school. A wound that had never faded from her body, and never faded from her memory either.
Another her, looking down with clouded, lifeless eyes. Caught in a bizarre, wrong sensation — as though she were trapped inside some vicious nightmare — Sua could only gape up at her double with a stupid, slack face. Then their eyes met, and the black, empty pupils spun slowly, clockwise.
Shiiik.
Across a face identical to her own, a smile split so wide it seemed to tear, and the mouth gaped open. Packed tight inside were rows of jagged, needle-sharp teeth.
What those teeth were for wasn't hard to guess.
CRUNCH!
Her questions, her escape, her horror, her terror — no feeling, no thought was granted a hearing. The teeth began to tear into her body without mercy.
"Aaaaaaaah—"
Her scream was swallowed whole. Being devoured alive — the distant, screaming pain and the psychic shock slammed through her skull, but she did not faint. Every time consciousness sank toward blackness, it snapped back sharper, as if jolted awake. And the sharper her awareness grew, the more vivid the agony it tasted. She unleashed the most tortured scream a human body could produce — and no one came. As if this space did not exist in this world at all, no hand of rescue could ever reach her.
"For daring to insult him, you will live out the rest of your days in exquisite agony. You will watch, right before your own eyes, as your existence crumbles, is mocked, and is denied. Humans like to comfort themselves that death is the end. Death is not the end. It is the beginning. At least, in front of me, death means nothing at all."
The woman — the demon — spoke as she gazed down at the human called Sua, whose flesh was being torn away and whose very existence was being devoured.
"The worst thing that can be done to a human being is to peel that existence away from them."
The air was thick with screams so horrible she wanted to plug her ears — and to the demon, those screams sounded sweet. This was a confession, a penance, a cry saturated with atonement. It was fitting. It was just.
"Welcome to your hell."
The demon smiled cruelly, watching the newborn thing — stripped of its existence, its memories, its body, its personality, everything taken — come into being.
Nooooo—!!
Squelch, squelch♥
"Hahh! Gentlemen, please fuck Sua's cunt harder~! Please ravage Sua's dirty little cunt more~ Chuup, hahh! My mouth-cunt too, churrrup! Please use it like this!"
Inside the dark, filthy tent, she screamed out in a chorus of her own voice while watching herself writhe in a stinking pile of bodies. She shrieked a scream that should never have been possible — forced to watch, in real time, as she gave her body to the man she had sneered at, to men lower than insects.
Every hole she had was spread open and being filled. Her two hands stroked a cock reeking of unwashed filth, and her spread mouth was stuffed with yet another man's member.
"This fucking bitch was a real slut all along, huh?"
"I thought she was running some kind of con at first, but she's just a genuine fucking pervert!"
"Heheh! Filthy little sow! Fine — you wanted it, so I'll fuck you until your cunt tears open, you cum-guzzling bitch!"
The homeless men around her sneered at her existence as it was dirtied, defiled, surrounded. They pumped their semen carelessly into her body and across it. Her insides were swollen fat with the seed of men taking turns, overflowing and spilling out past her entrance.
Please… please, don't let me get pregnant… no…! I don't want to give birth to the child of bastards like you…!! Please, anything but that…
She sobbed and begged and begged again. She would rather die than carry the child of men lower than worms.
"Cum more♥ Cum inside me as much as you want! Pump your seed into Sua's dirty cunt and get her pregnant! I'll bear it! I swear I'll bear it!! I'll definitely bear the children of you superior males—!!"
But the real Sua — the one who had stolen her existence, as if to tell her to go eat shit — was gasping and begging the homeless men to finish inside her instead. Watching herself scrape up the semen leaking from her entrance and shove it back inside her cunt by any means necessary, the men each burst out laughing in their own way.
"Fucking pathetic, you cunt. Kik kik!"
"With this much pumped into you, how would you ever know whose it is?"
"Never knowing the father, raising a homeless man's kid — now that really gets me going. Keke! Let's make sure she's knocked up for good this time."
"Bet she's lived her life off seducing men. Serves her right!"
The orgy began again. Homeless men, endless, streaming toward the tent as word spread. And herself, giving her body to them one after another, panting like a whore, like a bitch in heat. Watching herself be defiled and toyed with from outside reality, she despaired at her own helplessness — despaired, and despaired again.
For nothing more than a single sentence spoken to that one man, the existence called Sua had everything she ever was denied — and was condemned to live in torment for all eternity.
Hell.
Just as the demon had said, death was not the end. This place — where she had been flayed from her own existence and locked away, a fate worse than death — was the truest hell of all.