Chapter 5
Chapter 5
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Prison of Time (1)
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"Huh? That's crazy talk... I absolutely won't... Even if I die, I won't call you that, so give up on that dream."
'Will you really not call me that even if you die? You?'
"Pervert bastard..."
I lightly ignored the whispered curses she muttered under her breath, assuming I couldn't hear them, and continued speaking. Picking at every little thing like this and beating her for it wouldn't be proper training. That would just make me look like I was getting dragged along by the bitch's provocations.
"Whether you call me that or not is up to you. I've told you my name, now yours... Hmm... I've come up with a few ideas."
"M-my name is Nari. Shin Nari. A new name? What, are you trying to make me change it like some forced name change? You're really out of your mind!!"
She's still got some fight in her. Yeah, that's about right.
That's the Shin Nari I know—acting tough like that.
I admired her spirit, still flopping around like a live fish on the cutting board, but I didn't stop listing out the 'names' I'd prepared.
"Now, now, calm down. You're no longer the Shin Nari from the past..."
For a moment, the past flashed through my mind.
Eyes that looked at me like I was a bug. Cold lips, horrific words. Blades slicing my skin. Needles piercing my flesh.
I shook my head sharply to dispel the thoughts and continued.
"...the Shin Nari who attended Lilac Commercial High School in Hakryeon-dong."
"Wh-what!? H-how do you know that? Who... who the hell are you!?"
I activated the chain length control remote from my back pocket. The brutal pull of the chain yanked her neck backward, slamming her back against the wall. She was forced upright, pinned like a bug mounted for collection.
"Gkhk!"
"Good girls listen until their Master finishes speaking and then respond. Got it?"
Grit...
I heard her teeth grinding. But...
Nod... nod...
I could see her awkwardly nodding despite the strain on her neck. That's tolerable. Just like how I overlooked her pervert remarks earlier, training isn't about swinging violence endlessly.
Likewise, I can't vent every time a bit of past trauma bubbles up. If I were just going to beat her senseless, there'd be no point in executing this extremely inefficient plan. The scheme I'm crafting is far more sophisticated and refined than crude revenge.
And unplanned violence would tank the quality of my training. Wielding it recklessly might make her submit outwardly, but inwardly, she'd sharpen a knife. Violence is only for gaining the upper hand. Everything else... follows the training plan to the letter.
"Here are the names I came up with. First, Pussy Dog. Second, Vermin. Third, Toilet. Pick one."
Hmm~ Even I think they're fitting. Shin Nari, I wonder if you can figure out why I specifically chose these names...
"You crazy bastard..."
Heh heh heh heh... What a priceless expression...
"Come on, pick one. These are your new name candidates."
"...Don't fuck with me!! You crazy bastard!"
She's a head and a half shorter than me, yet she's yapping at me like a little yappy dog.
I crouched down to look up at her, then stood back up. I'm not that tall, but since Shin Nari is short, there's a full head's difference in height.
"Eek!"
Where did that bravado go? Forced to look up at me, she flinched hard, letting out a deflating gasp from her lungs. No matter how mentally resilient she is, physical reactions are unavoidable.
Her eyes flicked to my slightly raised hand, and her legs curled inward like she desperately needed to pee.
Probably just seeing me clench a fist would make her womb tingle.
No matter how tough she acts, she's just a frail bitch in the end.
"Talking shit to your Master? Crazy bastard? Sigh... I'm disappointed... Looks like the training isn't taking."
Shin Nari's pride took a hit from how instinctively she'd cowered, so she forced a resolute expression and started mouthing off again.
"Y-you... fucking bastard... Yeah! Hit me, hit me! You think I'd actually pick one of those retarded names? Hit me!!"
Even after experiencing the overwhelming physical violence on the first day of her kidnapping, and the terror of suffocation and death on the second... she's still coming out this strong. Her body's reactions tell the truth—she hasn't overcome it. Even now, as she bares her teeth daring me to "hit her," her knees and limbs are trembling harder than aspen leaves.
It's her pride.
I need to shatter it.
"If you're so tough, why not do something about those quivering legs? Are you doing the doggy shake or something? Pfft!"
"I-ik...!!"
She twisted her body side to side, desperately resisting as I looked down at her with a sneer, my lips curling in mockery. That's probably the best resistance she can muster.
A slave's attack, through and through. Unable to win physically, she's aiming for a mental victory with shallow tricks.
If I got angry at that and lashed out, she might feel outward pain but inwardly savor the win of manipulating me.
But I had no intention of playing her game.
Second rule of training: Never dance on the stage a slave sets.
'You'll play on the stage I design, no exceptions.'
"Alright—let me say it again. First, Pussy Dog. Second, Vermin. Third, Toilet."
"Die, you trash."
"Ahh~ Got it, got it. You need time to think, right?"
With that, I approached her. Her eyes locked onto my fist.
Her trembling was so intense it was a miracle she hadn't collapsed, but she kept her eyes glared wide open.
"Aww... It's okay, I won't hit you. I got too excited on the first day. Sorry."
"...What?"
Her glare screamed, I've seen every psycho in the book. But unmistakably, there was relief in those eyes.
Yes. That's the mindset.
The first button toward inducing Stockholm syndrome was fastened.
"Okay, good girl time~ Close your eyes and stay still. Got it? Don't strain yourself. You know what happens if you try to arm-wrestle me..."
Gulp!
"Right?"
Nod... nod nod!
After all that yapping, when I didn't swing violence but treated her gently instead, she deflated even more, reacting with confusion.
Humans always get rattled when their expectations are upended. She'd braced for a beating, nerves on edge, and now they went slack in an instant.
That's why such an obedient response burst out momentarily.
'You're in the palm of my hand, Shin Nari.'
Pretending to close her eyes while peeking through slits, I approached, placed a finger on her eyelid, and gently pressed it shut.
I whispered in her ear.
"What's with these eyes? I clearly just told you to close them... Were you planning more bad behavior?"
Shake shake shake!
"N-no! No!!"
I felt her eyelids twitching violently. Did she think I'd gouge her eyeball if I pressed harder?
Heh heh.
"I'll let it slide this once. Stay still. Got it? I can see everything. I don't want to end up with a one-eyed girl."
Nod...
I blindfolded her eyes, gagged her mouth, and connected her wrist and ankle cuffs to the iron anchors I'd embedded beside and below her neck restraint yesterday. The cuffs had nice rounded edges, and I'd padded them with lining, so no wounds.
"Mmph, mmph mmph!!"
"Hm? Something to say?"
Drool—
The moment I loosened her gag—
"What... what is this? Why... why are you doing this? At least tell me the reason. Why me? Why are you doing this to me? I'm sorry... I-I'm sorry, I'll apologize for everything..."
She must be utterly confused. Wondering why this is happening to her. If it were rape for her body or a pleasure killing, it'd at least fit into 'understandable' categories. But I haven't projected any personal desires onto her.
At least not while she's conscious.
The violence and choking were solely to suppress her bad girl behavior and resistance—no sadistic indulgence shown. Sure, she felt my erection when I hugged her from behind, but that only added to the confusion.
This psycho clearly has sexual urges, and that rock-hard dick wasn't impotence, so if not rape, why the hell this madness? That would baffle her even more.
As I stayed silent for a while, she blurted out wild guesses on her own.
"Or, no, w-wait, organ trafficking!?"
I couldn't hold back a laugh.
"Puhahaha!!"
Expecting a sweet ending like organ trafficking, over in the blink of an eye?
"No. Think harder. Why am I doing this? This is extra homework~ Solve it, and I'll give a bonus prize!"
Thud!
"Mmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!!"
I gagged her again, ignoring whatever she said.
Time to execute the plan.
I plugged a charger and spare smartphone into an electrical outlet she could never reach.
"Alright—looks like you need time to think about your answer, so I'll give you plenty starting now. I don't want to act like a savage. I'm a gentleman, in my own way."
"Mmph! Mmph mmph!!"
-Beep!
"Timer's on. This is a special alarm that chimes once every 53 minutes. I'll give you plenty of time. Think hard. I gave you three pretty names, right?"
"Mmmph!!!"
Screeech—
Clang!
I turned off the room lights, checked the deadbolt, and headed upstairs.
Then I watched her via infrared CCTV.
Her shoulders were heaving—she was crying.
How long will she hold out? A day? Two? Maybe even less.
Because... that alarm doesn't chime every 53 minutes.
You, unaware of this secret,
are trapped in hell right now.