Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Water for the Toilet Bitch
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"If it's water to give the toilet bitch, it's already decided, right?"
'That... the second one? No, the third alarm...?'
Or maybe even the fourth. My sense of time had gone completely haywire. Stuck in this insanely quiet space, I kept seeing hallucinations and hearing phantom sounds, and that creepy beep! echoed in my ears over and over.
'Why do I have to go through this...'
A few days ago—or was it?—I was heading home from school as usual when some unknown assailant jumped me. He wore a strange mask, so I couldn't see his face, but his voice was a deep baritone with a plain Seoul accent. He was around 170-something centimeters tall. It wasn't like I'd run into a guy like that just once or twice, but I had no clue who he could be.
Still, he wasn't your average human.
I'd given up my Awakener qualifications right after turning adult, so I never got formal training, but I knew the basics as an Awakener. Knocking someone out like that takes a highly trained expert. Especially that arm choking my neck—it felt like a goddamn baseball bat.
A guy with that kind of sturdy body had to be at least a quasi-Awakener... So why the hell would someone like that kidnap a nobody like me? I'd long since abandoned any shot at becoming an Awakener. I'm just an ordinary girl...
"Eek, hngh."
Tears of resentment spilled out before I knew it. I had no idea who that psycho bastard was, but after getting kidnapped, he'd subjected me to every filthy thing imaginable...
The moment they dragged me here, they beat me like a dog. Punching a girl's stomach like that? What a piece-of-shit scumbag... I'd never been slapped like that in my life, and puking from a gut punch was a first, too.
And stripping off my vomit-soaked clothes...
Plus,
Calling him "Master," toilet bitch... some bullshit renaming game.
'I got seriously tangled up with a pervert.'
He wouldn't even let me use the bathroom properly. Pissing into a bucket while some other person—a guy, no less—watched me squat was humiliating beyond imagination.
When I desperately tried to hold it, the cold sweat pouring down, the chills when that bastard pressed hard on my lower belly, the tension shooting to my toes. The involuntary thrill of relief as piss forced its way through my urethra, the warm stream trickling down my chilled thighs...
I hated all of it. And what pissed me off even more disgustingly was that my pussy felt weird. Both when I nearly suffocated until blacking out and barely came to, and when I wet myself—sticky fluid kept leaking out.
'What the hell!? Why!?'
Am I going insane trapped here? Or... do I actually have some masochistic tendencies like people talk about?
'No way, that's bullshit!'
No chance. I'm not some pervert bitch. That crazy fucker must've done something to me.
Negative thoughts kept swirling in my head.
Time dragged on endlessly.
Hahaha!
How many alarms is this? The tenth? Fifteenth? Probably not past twenty.
More than the alarm count, the constant phantom voices were driving me insane. Sounds that shouldn't be there at all. Like—
A murmur whispering unintelligible nonsense right by my ear...
"Haaah!!"
The gag kept me from biting my tongue. All I could do was thrash around like a worm...
I missed the food from the overturned tray. I remembered the cup filled with cool water.
I shouldn't have knocked it over.
I should've eaten it all back then.
Drunk it all!
Gulp.
My throat burned unbearably.
My tongue was parched and cracking.
I needed water. My throat scratched and itched like ants crawling inside.
Water, water...
Please let me go.
Please!
'Master or whatever, I'll do anything you say, just please...'
Not even a full day had passed yet.
All I could do was writhe like a bug.
Waiting for someone who could free me from this place.
Feeling a desperate longing for reunion that drowned out my hatred.
I glanced at Song Woo-seop, beaten to a pulp.
To think this thing—
This pathetic trash—had scarred me so deeply for so long.
A self-deprecating laugh nearly escaped me.
I dragged the corpse to the building's backyard. The whole area around here was contaminated land overrun by kaiju. Hilarious how people protested demolition to "protect" it but were too scared to actually come out, holing up in the city instead...
Well, that's just how humans are.
Anyway, bury a body in contaminated soil, and it vanishes without a trace—not even bones left. Like something swallowed it whole and absorbed the nutrients.
Music to my ears.
I disposed of the body and slipped into Song Woo-seop's delivery uniform. Committing murder then finishing deliveries? Kinda funny, but I couldn't leave loose ends.
I lowered the helmet visor and rode the bike out. Dropped off food at each spot roughly, then texted the company.
[I'm quitting, so just deposit my pay.]
Smashed the phone, wiped my fingerprints clean, and tossed it into a passing truck's cargo hold.
A bottom-feeder like him disappears quietly all the time, so no one'd bat an eye.
Took the bike to a scrapyard I knew in advance and ditched it.
Perfect.
.
.
.
How much time had passed? Even trying to stay calm, the thrill of murder and violence must've numbed my brain.
It'd been night when I ran into Song Woo-seop and wrecked him, but now dusk was falling.
A whole day gone.
After that, I hit a mart, grabbed some snacks and ingredients not commonly sold in Korea. Lucky find.
.
.
.
Got home and showered right away.
Whole body ached from all the intense action.
Then checked the CCTV.
Tremble tremble tremble.
"If I leave her like that much longer, she might actually die."
How long had it been?
Feels like nearly 30 hours... I could guess why she was convulsing like that.
Hard to gauge her perceived time. If she was lucky, three days. If she kept passing out and waking up, way longer—maybe even a week in her mind.
Heh heh.
"Hello? Toilet bitch."
Flinch!
"Euh...? Uh... u-uuuh! Mmph mmph!!"
She twisted like a lifeline had dropped into hell's pit.
"Toilet bitch, stop! You're not still a bad girl, right?"
Nod nod nod nod nod nod.
Her neck vertebrae might snap from the frantic nodding.
"I'll remove the gag, so stay quiet."
Spurt—
No drool dangling. Lips burst and bloody, face a crusty mess of dried tears. I'd padded the wrists and ankles softly, but her desperate survival struggles must've worn through. Skin peeled raw, swollen bright red. Poor thing... My toilet bitch needs to stay pretty.
"P-please... s-save... w-water..."
"Throat super dry?"
"P-plea...se..."
Voice completely hoarse. Must've screamed nonstop. Sounded worse than nails on chalkboard—vocal cords dried and shredded.
Saliva all gone too. Just one day to end up like this.
'Self-hypnosis effect, probably.'
People get pregnant from imagination alone, or placebos cure glaucoma for real. Not life-threatening by real time, but to her, death was knocking.
A fun prank came to mind.
"Mm, sure. Here's your water."
I undid the restraints. Shin Nari collapsed in an M-leg sprawl, strength drained from her body.
"Toilet bitch, you'll behave from now on, right?"
"Y...yes..."
Squeezing out every last bit of strength to answer.
Zip—
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my half-hard dick.
"Here's your water."
"...?"
"Told you, water. What else would I give a toilet bitch?"
"L-lie..."
"Ammonia's not that pungent in urine if it doesn't hit air and oxidize."
Despair etched her face as she hesitated. Even on death's door, debating if drinking her kidnapper's piss was right to survive.
If she'd truly gone five days without water and dehydrated, no such thoughts. She'd just gulp whatever piss I sprayed in her blanked-out state. Her head still had some sense left thanks to 'perceived time' conditioning.
"Open your mouth."
Lips quivering, she knelt before me and parted them.
Hiss—
!
But the second moisture sprayed from my dick tip, her momentary hesitation proved utterly pointless—she showed it herself. The pale yellow liquid trickled out, and Shin Nari lunged, tongue out.
Movement that shocked even me.
Liquid! Liquid to quench her savage thirst, to moisten her cracked, rotten-stump body! That thought dominated her brain. If any reason remained, she'd realize no one five days dehydrated moves that fast—but her mind was a wasteland on the brink.
Hiiisss—
"Mm."
She latched kiss-like to my dick tip—lips barely closing around it due to the gag's stretch—and sucked my piss like a baby on a bottle, mouth grotesquely pursed.
Hiiiiiisss—
"Mmph! Mm! Mmmph!"
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
"Hoo—"
Pissing a ton. Intense activity yesterday and today meant lots of fluids in. And the toilet bitch drank every drop like divine nectar, no spill.
"Pah...! Haah! Haah."
Long piss finally ended; Shin Nari panted roughly, head lolling against the wall.
"Tasty?"
"Ugh... Y-yes."
"Good, recharged now. Back to normal?"
"Aah—! Aaaah!! No!! Nooo! P-please, pleeease!"
"Hmm... What to do."
Shin Nari convulsed like the world was ending, slammed her forehead to the floor prostrate, and rubbed her hands pleadingly.
"I was wrong, wrong, wrong! Sorry, sorry!"
"Haha... Finally acting like a good girl. Alright, punishment over—no more blindfold."
Shin Nari sighed in relief, then blanched blue and stared at me.
"Th-there."
"There?"
"Hic! M-Master."
Calling me Master on her own now. Gotta fix that speech too.
"Speak."
"I... I n-need the b-bathroom."
Face ashen, beaded in cold sweat—clearly not piss, but a big one. Come to think, in the three-ish days since capture, she hadn't shit once.
Guys get brutal constipation in the army all the time. Normal she'd feel the urge now after far worse tension than boot camp.
Plus, that 500-600ml of piss I just dumped filled her empty gut suddenly—pressure up, and with tension snapping, holding's tough.
"Oh? Want the bucket?"
"Ugh... M-Master, no, can I use the toilet? I'm a good girl now, right? Please... Reward me, I'll be even better, okay?"
Kneeling below me, Shin Nari begged to cling to her last shred of dignity.
"Hmm~ What to do?"
I crossed arms, tapped chin, dragging it out—an embarrassed rumble came.
Gurgle...
"Agh! M-Master! P-pleeease, I'll be good, really!"
"Haha, alright? Wanna play a game then?"
"Ugh— Yes, yes! What game?"
"Yeah. I'm bored. Play with me—if you win, toilet time, tasty food, even occasional walks outside."
Sparkle!
'Outside walks' made her eyes gleam—even gut pain vanished in a flash.
Thinks it's her escape chance.
"Y-yes! I'll play! What game?"
"Can't drag too long or you'll embarrass yourself... Rock-paper-scissors?"
"Great!"
"Single round."
Rock-paper-scissors like it's life-or-death battle.
"Scissors."
Her raised hand trembled with tension.
"Rock."
Eyes bulging at my hand, straining to read any tell.
"Paper!"