Chapter 6
When I opened my eyes, I flinched at the dark view and hurried into the kitchen, fumbling for the light switch.
Click. Only then did the darkness lift. The clock said nine. Yu-bin still wasn't here?
Alone in the big house, it felt a little chilly even though there was no wind. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, lights blinked as cars ran along the road in the distance.
How had she managed to live alone in a house this big? I picked up the remote lying on the sofa, turned on anything, and raised the volume.
Next to the dining room was a small wine rack. Unlike me, who never missed a drinking occasion, Yu-bin didn't like alcohol as much as I did. She said she just stored the wines she received as business gifts.
Gulp. I was someone who lived on alcohol after work, so it was hard to resist the temptation right in front of me. I wanted to ask if I could drink some when Yu-bin got here, but I didn't even have a phone to contact her with, so I just shifted restlessly from foot to foot.
"...Why am I waiting for her?"
Now that I thought about it, that was true. When I remembered what that bitch had done to me over the past few days, my head rang. She'd slapped me, kicked me in the stomach, and just the day before yesterday she'd dragged me across the floor like livestock.
I'd once read somewhere in some baseless internet post that one in ten people around you is a psychopath. I never thought one would be this close.
Fear of the uncertainty slowly spread through me. I had to stop getting used to this and start thinking about how to escape.
But just thinking about running made my knees go weak. I wasn't so stupid that I couldn't judge how dangerous that would be. Even so... live here? With that bitch?
Tap, tap. I bit my nails, trembling with anxiety. It felt like a week had passed. Someone should ring the doorbell and rescue me from here, right now. But why, why?
Beyond the terrace I could see the pool. And the fence, which looked pretty high to my eyes right now. Captivity. Even I found it so absurd that a hollow laugh escaped me. Every time I moved, the clinking of the chain around my ankle made me feel helpless.
If I said we should go back to how things were, how would Yu-bin react? I'd never report her, never say we should break up again. Hell, I'd pretend those damn hidden-camera recordings and everything else had never happened. If I asked to go back to before, would Yu-bin just smirk and slap me across the face?
If words like that could have talked her down, things never would have gotten this far. Even then, I didn't have the slightest desire to get back together with her like before.
With a person who kneaded my stomach like a lump of meat and casually tossed out jokes about cutting off my limbs if I didn't listen, there was just no way...
So anyway, escape or whatever, I didn't want to think about anything right now. I went to the kitchen, found a corkscrew, brought it back, and opened one of the bottles on the rack.
With a pop, the grape aroma — enough to make you tipsy just from smelling it — lingered in the kitchen.
"Glug, pwah—"
I took a swig straight from the bottle, and the bitter taste hit my tongue on the way down. I couldn't tell from the bottle, but it must have been red wine.
Of course I knew this wasn't the time to be lounging around drinking wine like I had it easy, but fuck, what was I supposed to do. If I didn't drink right now, I'd die.
I wondered if the police would be flustered if they came to rescue me and found me drunk and sprawled on the floor. Anyway, I couldn't really tell how it tasted. I just focused on the alcohol stinging my nose and took another sip.
I'd only taken a few sips, but my body was already warming up. A wave of release washed over me, and I felt almost happy. It had been so long since I'd had alcohol; I could feel it slide down my esophagus and into my empty stomach.
Glug, glug, I drank, then — pwah — pulled my mouth away and lay down right there on the rug. My body, which had been aching all over, didn't hurt at all anymore, so I drifted off happily.
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Ding-dong. As soon as I came into the house, I saw Do-ha lying on the living room floor next to a toppled wine bottle. Hah — it was so ridiculous that I grabbed her by the hair and yanked. Do-ha screamed.
"Hey, hey, wake up. Did you drink?"
"Ah, ah! Yu, Yu-bin, you're here."
The arms that flung around me the moment she saw me didn't really look like an act, so I didn't exactly push her off.
"From now on, don't call me by my name. Call me ma'am."
"O-okay, ma'am. Hehe."
"Ugh, the alcohol smell. How much did you drink?"
I picked up the toppled bottle. Slosh — she'd drunk quite a lot.
"Hm, drinking while I was gone. You need to be punished, right?"
"Ah, pu, punished? That's not it. I was going to wait until you came, but I kept waiting and you didn't come..."
"While I clean this up, go up to the second floor, take your clothes off, and do a prostration. Got it?"
"A, a prostration? What's that?"
"Hah... Just get naked, put your hands together, and keep your head pressed to the floor."
When I mixed a little irritation into my words, Do-ha flinched, trembled, then immediately said okay and went up to the second floor. Wondering how to torment her today, I hummed to myself, changed clothes roughly, and headed to the bedroom.
"What's this? I told you to keep your head pressed to the floor."
"No, it's just... you weren't coming."
"Do-ha, are you stupid? You can't even do something this simple?"
I pressed the back of Do-ha's head down with my foot.
"Like this. Forehead touching the floor. Hm? Were you too dumb to understand?"
"Ow— I-I understand."
"Is your head that empty?"
I kicked her head lightly with my foot, and she looked like she was about to burst into tears any second.
"This time, get up, put your hands on the wall, and stand up straight."
"L, like this?"
"Yeah, good. Stay just like that. If you move, you get extra punishment time."
Do-ha pressed both hands against the wall and hesitantly bent her body into an L-shape. When she leaned forward slightly, I could see her smooth, hairless pussy, clenched tight, so I spread it open with my thumb.
I blew on it. Her legs shook pathetically, like she was about to collapse on the spot.
"Pfft, Do-ha, you don't understand this either? I told you not to move, just a minute ago."
"S-sorry—ah!"
I pinched Do-ha's nipple between my thumb and forefinger and twisted it, and a high-pitched moan burst out of her. At the same time, when I took her pussy into my mouth, she looked like she was about to crumble.
"Slurp, smack, pfft, hold on, Do-ha, stay still."
Click. I heard a camera shutter. The blood drained from my whole body, and I went cold all at once. I whipped my head around and saw her holding up her phone with a smile.
"What, what are you—"
"Oh? You moved again?"
Suddenly I felt a finger push into my back hole. My legs shook pathetically, but I didn't take my hands off the wall.
"Pfft, god, this is so funny. Do-ha, do you know how trashy you look right now?"
"Hic, hnn, don't laugh."
Ding. I heard the recording-start chime, and felt fingers wriggling inside my ass. I jerked my hips away from the unpleasant sensation—smack. The sudden pain brought tears to my eyes.
"Hey, I said don't move. Even a dog would listen better than you."
As she said that, I felt her right hand slapping my ass mercilessly. Smack, smack.
"Ah, it hurts, hnn, hic, it really, really hurts."
"Hmm, wait there. If you take your hands off the wall, I'll really kill you. Got it?"
With that, she went off somewhere and came back sounding pleased.
"Don't look back. Keep facing forward."
Crack—
Before my body could even react to the sound of something slicing through the air, an enormous pain slammed down on my pussy and ass.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
"Our Do-ha's only taken one hit, and look at you. Pfft. Hurry up and get back into position."
It was impossible. The thought of taking another hit like that—my pussy felt like it was burning, and tears and snot streamed down my face. I looked up at her pleadingly, but she didn't seem ready to show any mercy. I tried to scramble under the bed, only for her to grab my ankle.
"Oh, trying to run too? That won't do. I'll cripple your legs and keep you in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Got it?"
It struck me like a bolt from the blue. To me, it was practically a death sentence. My skin scraped audibly along the floor, but I barely felt it.
"You fucking bitch. Hmph. You dare run?"
"I-I-I-I'm sorrry..."
Do-ha rubbed her palms together frantically, and I punched her mercilessly. I'd gotten a little worked up, and when I came to my senses, I finally saw Do-ha — arms wrapped around her head, pissing on the floor, babbling nonsense.
Her body was already covered in bruises. When I grabbed her wrist and forced her head up, one eye was red, as if the blood vessels had burst, her face was smeared with blood from her nose, and blood was dripping from her mouth too, as if she'd bitten her tongue.
"P-please... I-I'm s-sorry..."
Do-ha, now mottled all over her face and body, begged for forgiveness over and over.
I was frustrated that I hadn't even gotten through a quarter of what I'd wanted to do, but if I kept tormenting her, she really looked like she might die.
I squeezed ointment onto the bruised places and spread it on, put bandages on the torn places where blood was dripping, and held her tight.
After smoothing out her tangled hair, I took her to bed, made her come once, and put her to sleep.