Part 1 - Fake Leash(12)
Part 1 - Fake Leash(12)
Yeon-woo buried her face deep into the nape of my neck, inhaling my scent.
"Haa... Haa... Yes. You're mine. You're my trash can, my dog that has to pant like a beast at my feet for life. You can't go anywhere. Until I allow it, you can't even breathe as you please...!"
Yeon-woo's fingers mercilessly scratched the mucous membrane inside my genitals. The sensation of pain and pleasure intertwined made my vision flash white.
"Aaaak!! Ah, ang...!! Yeon-woo-ya, it hurts, aahk...!"
As I clawed at the cold linoleum floor, I let out a tearing screech.
In the dark room, with my vision unobstructed, the pain striking my lower body and Yeon-woo's hot body heat pressing heavily down on me were the only sensations that proved I was alive.
As if mocking my screams, or as if craving my desperate screams even more, Yeon-woo violated my insides even more cruelly and mercilessly.
Meanwhile, something hot and wet began to drip, ttuk, ttuk, onto my cheek.
It wasn't sweat.
My love, a jewel that could never be compared to anything in the world.
From Yeon-woo's eyes, tears were pouring out peongpeong. She was silently sobbing while torturing and assaulting me.
"Heu-euk... Heuk... You crazy bitch, why, why did you touch my phone... Why are you making me confused... Why are you trying to turn me into a crazy bitch too... Haaa...!"
Yeon-woo burst into a resentful cry and chewed hard on my shoulder with her teeth. Along with the pain of flesh being torn away, her tears poured endlessly onto my ripped underwear.
She must have been afraid.
After the group project finished a couple of days ago, when everyone hated her, treated her like a germ, and coldly pushed her away, the only lifeline she could lean on was her slave, 'Cha Do-hee.'
But the moment she realized that even I, whom she had blindly trusted, had secretly controlled and manipulated her reality, Yeon-woo was seized by the terror and sense of betrayal as if even the last ground beneath her feet was crumbling.
So she had to destroy me.
By reducing me to the most pathetic trash at rock bottom and forcibly extracting words of submission from my mouth, she had to prove that she was still a master who could control something, just to hold onto her crazed mind.
"Don't cry, Yeon-woo-ya... Aahk, hoot... I was wrong... It's all my fault... Ha-ang...!"
"Shut up! Don't say my name! Just spread your legs and cry like a beast under me!!"
As if ashamed of her weakness and tears being exposed, Yeon-woo, even more enraged, violently dug inside me and slapped my cheek once more.
Jjaak!
My head turned violently and the inside of my lip burst, oozing a metallic blood taste. But I smiled at the corner of my mouth and wrapped my trembling legs tightly around Yeon-woo's waist.
I wanted to comfort her tears and anger with my wretched body.
People don't know. They only see me as a flawless perfect person. But since I was young, I was a human full of defects.
Because everything in the world surrounding me was nothing but a curse to me. Even my family.
My parents' divorce, shattered to pieces by their blatant affairs.
After that, the world granted to me was a hell stained with the stench of perfume and violence.
My mother, who went out every night in heavy makeup to sell her body to strange men, and the young me who, as the target of her filthy venting and resentment, was beaten almost every day until dark bruises covered my whole body.
Having had to learn how to cry silently from the start, I had to wear a spotlessly clean and perfect shell in front of others to survive in that nauseating gutter.
No one in the world looked into my rotten, decaying interior. Everyone just looked at that false outward appearance, praising and consuming it.
Only with Yeon-woo, only in front of Yeon-woo, could I fully reveal myself — a mass of defects, a mass of contradictions.
Both Yeon-woo and I are just deeply wounded people. I just wish for Yeon-woo to be happy.
If I hadn't met Yeon-woo, I had planned to quietly end my life after graduating from university. Because I had no lingering attachment to life anymore.
But Yeon-woo's existence — after I met the one and only being in this world called Jung Yeon-woo, my life gained meaning.
Therefore, I intend to accept any command from Yeon-woo. Even if Yeon-woo told me to die, I would end my life without hesitation.
Every time Yeon-woo hits me, tramples me, insults me now, I don't feel the helpless terror of my abused childhood, but the relief that I am finally acknowledged, allowing me to live and breathe with worth.
The only thing that woman gave me was a pretty appearance, but now, at this moment, I don't know how fortunate I am. Because it seemed that even I, who inherited that woman's face and body, was enough to comfort and satisfy Yeon-woo.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
"Haa... Haaaak---!!!"
How much longer did the terrible yet sweet pain continue? Finally, a scream burst from Yeon-woo's mouth.
She squeezed the last strength into the hand that had gripped my throat, her whole body trembling, and at the same time, the speed of her fingers digging inside me increased madly.
I too, with the explosive sensation of climax shooting up my spine to my brain, even bled from my nose and violently contracted the muscles of my entire body.
"Aaaaang!! Haa, hoot, Yeon, woo-ya...! Euheuk...!"
Our two's suffocating climax filled the small, musty one-room apartment. Inside the room, the smell of our sweat, the blatant scent of blood and love fluids were intensely entangled.
"Haa... Haa... How is it. The price for deceiving your master."
Before the afterglow of the climax had even faded, Yeon-woo, still panting and drenched in pleasure, forced on the mask of a master and tapped my wet cheek repeatedly.
She didn't seem to have any intention of ending this punishment yet. Because her anxiety would not be easily satisfied until she was completely convinced of her control. Her fingers began to rub my genitals again.
But right after the tsunami of climax had passed, my body began rapidly sending signals of its limits.
It was too much from the start.
After giving my first time yesterday and staying up all night with wide eyes, and today taking in Yeon-woo's sharp emotions all day while maintaining a glossy shell at school, all my nerves were already worn to the extreme.
Moreover, the merciless punches and kicks Yeon-woo had just unleashed, and the series of acts that were no different from sexual torture, were already far exceeding the threshold my body could endure.
My head spun round and round. A dull pain that started in my abdomen spread through my whole body, dulling my senses.
Starting from the edges of my vision, as if black ink were spreading, my sight began to narrow rapidly.
The faint stains on the ceiling spun round and round, and Yeon-woo's voice calling me sounded distant, as if I were hearing it from thousands of meters deep underwater.
My body could no longer hold on and was shutting itself off. Like that, I was gradually sinking into a deep sleep.
"Sunbae? Hey, Cha Do-hee. Stop joking. What's wrong with you? Open your eyes properly."
In Yeon-woo's eyes and voice, the madness evaporated, and a trembling fear began to seep out. Her cold hands urgently tapped my wet cheek.
"Hey! Answer me! Why are you really like this! Is it because I... earlier, I hit your stomach too hard? Sunbae!! Do-hee sunbae!!"
From the mouth that had called me a bitch, a whore, and trampled on me, the name 'sunbae' burst out again pitifully and desperately.
Her trembling hands shook my shoulders like crazy.
'I'm sorry, Yeon-woo-ya. This is my fault, a punishment I should rightfully receive and endure, and yet I can't even withstand this much....'
"Do-hee sunbae!! Open your eyes, please!! I was wrong, I'm sorry, p-please get up, don't leave me alone, please!!"
Listening to Yeon-woo's desperate cries full of terror, I somehow forced my bloodied lips to move amidst my self-loathing and sorry feelings for Yeon-woo.
"I-I'm... o-okay. Yeon, woo-ya... d-don't worry...."
With that one gasping sentence, my vision began flashing in black and white completely. But even as my body's senses slowly died, the sound of Yeon-woo's despairing cries pierced my eardrums vividly as if to tear them apart.
I'm sorry, Yeon-woo-ya. I was supposed to take on all your resentment without holding back, but my weak body couldn't overcome its limits and threw you alone into this abyss of fear and guilt.
Just thinking about how that cruel illusion that you might have killed me must be trampling your unstable mind so devastatingly, my heart felt like it was being ripped to shreds.
I wanted to hold your trembling hands tightly and comfort you, saying it's all my fault, that you simply punished me as my master, and not to be distressed at all. But my heavily sinking eyelids cruelly betrayed my earnest will.
In this silent one-room apartment where I lost consciousness, I was madly afraid that the loneliness you would feel might shatter your ego, that you might be broken beyond repair.
Praying and praying to God for just one thing — that you would not harm yourself at the end of despair until I open my eyes again — I sank helplessly into the darkness.
Even until the last moment my consciousness was cut off, Yeon-woo's hand was gripping my wrist, utterly unable to let go. Her hot teardrops fell endlessly onto my cheek.