Part 1 - Chapter 1
Part 1 - Chapter 1
## 1. Kidnapping
-1-
Inside a gloomy basement.
A woman lay collapsed, her hands and feet bound.
She had looks that wouldn't be out of place as the center of any girl group.
Even in her disheveled state with her limbs tied up, her beauty couldn't be hidden.
It wasn't just a pretty face.
Though not a huge bust, her breasts were beautifully rounded like teardrops.
A waist perfectly slim with not an ounce of fat.
Hips unbelievable for an Asian woman.
Legs that were smooth and well-proportioned.
From face to figure, she was a goddess herself lacking nothing.
'Ugh, where is this?'
"Excuse me! Is anyone there?"
Coming to her senses, the woman assessed her situation and shouted.
"What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?!"
She spotted the CCTV camera mounted on the ceiling wall monitoring her and yelled at it.
But no matter how much she screamed, she was alone in the basement—no one answered her cries.
'Who kidnapped me?'
Her last memory was going to a pension in Gapyeong to have fun, drinking with friends, and falling asleep.
From her perspective, she just drank and went to sleep.
Now she wakes up kidnapped and locked in a basement like this, so it was normal she couldn't fully grasp the situation.
"Hah... fuck... they tied me up like a bitch."
Despite her pretty face, she had quite a temper—her mouth was rough.
The initial shock of being kidnapped gradually turned into anger.
"You! I know you're watching everything! If you're going to kidnap me, then fucking show your face!"
Giving up on trying to untie the ropes, unable to contain her rage, she screamed once more at the CCTV.
After screaming and causing a commotion for a while with no reaction, she changed tactics and tried pleading desperately.
"P-please, I'm begging you. I was wrong. Please let me go!"
Even to her desperate pleas, the one who kidnapped her still left her alone.
Until Minji, exhausted from her outburst, had her anger at being kidnapped completely consumed by fear and terror.
-2-
'Should I go out now?'
There was a man watching Minji's behavior through the CCTV.
The man's name was Kim Jihwan.
He was the one who had kidnapped her into this building's basement.
Click.
Jihwan opened the basement door and entered.
As soon as the door opening sound was heard, Minji's gaze and all her senses focused on the door.
Jihwan entered the room and slowly approached her.
"You... y-you, you?"
As Jihwan drew closer and she confirmed his face, she stammered in confusion.
Because the one who kidnapped her was a high school classmate.
"Kim Minji, so you do remember."
"So, Soboro? You... are you out of your mind? Do you think you'll get away with this?"
Upon learning that the one who kidnapped her was Jihwan,
The fear and terror she felt when alone in the basement soon turned into anger toward him.
"Soboro? Whoa~ Haven't heard that in a while? You were pleading so desperately, so I came in, but your shitty personality hasn't changed a bit."
Hearing that old nickname brought up painful memories along with rising anger.
Soboro. Jihwan's nickname.
It was a nickname given because he was a bread shuttle and his skin looked like soburo bread.
"Hey, Soboro. If you let me go now, I'll forgive you. I won't even report it to the police."
Minji suppressed her anger and spoke nicely.
Given the situation, she judged it better to persuade him gently rather than provoke his anger.
"If you're going to beg, shouldn't you at least use my name instead of a nickname? Ah, right. You've never called my name before, so you probably don't know it."
"Oh, I did know... but it's been so long, I can't really remember..."
"Well, I didn't really expect you to know anyway. If you remembered that, you wouldn't be Kim Minji. Right?"
Jihwan sneered at her claim of not remembering.
Given that five years had passed, it was only natural she'd forgotten Jihwan's name now.
After all, Minji had always called him by his nickname, and from her perspective, Jihwan was just a passing extra in her life.
"I'm sorry I can't remember your name, but can't you just let me go? I really won't report it. Okay?"
"Really? You really won't report it?"
"O-of course. Let bygones be bygones—we're high school friends. Why would I report you if you just let me go? I'll never report it. Okay?"
Minji knelt before Jihwan, clasping her hands together and pleading desperately.
At her words calling him a high school friend, Jihwan was so dumbfounded he was momentarily speechless.
"Friend... friend? If we were really friends, why would I have kidnapped you?"
"Th-that... if it's because of what happened in high school, I'm sorry. It's late, but I'll apologize now..."
At Jihwan's sarcastic question of whether they were really friends, Minji recalled their high school days for a moment, then apologized.
"Does apologizing now mean anything? You wouldn't have apologized if I hadn't kidnapped you. And if you were sorry, you wouldn't have done those things in the first place. Right?"
"I was too young back then. I'm, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that even as a joke..."
"Joke? Yeah, it was a joke. That's why I'm joking by kidnapping you now too."
"No, what the fuck... how is kidnapping a joke! These days there are CCTVs everywhere—alleys, roads. If the police find you, you'll be doing at least 10 years in prison. You know that?"
Minji almost lost her temper and cursed without thinking, but held it in and kept persuading.
"Let me go before the police find you. I was wrong to you before too, and I'll never report it. Please, I'm begging you. Okay?"
"Bullshit. Just like I put up with your jokes, now it's your turn to put up with mine. Get up now!"
After finishing his words, Jihwan grabbed Minji by the hair and pulled her up to stand.
"Ahh! You son of a bitch, let go of this! Let go!"
How could such filthy words come out of that pretty mouth?
Feeling the sudden pain from her hair being grabbed, Minji momentarily lost control and her true nature came out.
"An apology my ass. Look at that personality coming right out. Shut up and sit here."
"Aack! I-I'll walk on my own. Let go, let go! It hurts!"
Ignoring her words, he grabbed her by the hair, dragged her to a desk in the corner of the basement, and sat her down on a chair.
"You psycho... do you really think you'll get away with this?"
Sitting on the chair, she glared at him viciously and shot back.
Slap!
"Aack!"
Jihwan answered her cursing with a slap to the face.
He hit her so hard her head snapped to the side, and her right cheek swelled up red.
"Shouldn't you be the one assessing the situation? The speed at which the police catch me is probably slower than the speed at which I kill you."
Only after being slapped once did Minji seem to fully grasp the situation, her legs and lips trembling.
Jihwan bound Minji to the chair with rope, then untied the ropes binding her arms and legs.
"Now. I'm going to tell you the rules you must follow here, so write them down."
"N-no! Why should I?"
As if she hated obediently following the orders of Jihwan, whom she had despised, Minji put up a meaningless resistance.
"Hmm, Minji, are you some kind of pervert?"
"What the fuck are you talking about all of a sudden?"
Slap! Slap!
Instead of answering, Jihwan hit her two more times than before.
"Aack! I'll, I'll do it! Stop hitting me. I'll do it, okay?"
"Since you're going to do it anyway but only after getting hit, I was wondering if you're a pervert who likes being hit. That's why I asked."
"..."
"First. Kim Minji absolutely obeys Kim Jihwan's commands."
"What a pervert..."
Even as she muttered curses under her breath, she didn't want to get hit, so she wrote down Jihwan's words.
"Second. If she performs commands well, she receives appropriate rewards."
"Third. If she disobeys commands or fails to perform them properly, she receives appropriate punishment."
Minji's expression was full of discontent, but fearing another hit, she held it in and wrote down all three items.
"Good, you wrote them down well. The rules you must follow here are just these three. Simple, right?"
"..."
In her heart, she wanted to tear up this paper right now and argue about what kind of bullshit rules these were.
But fearing another slap would come, she couldn't argue and gritted her teeth, holding it in.
"You're not answering? This is the first command. Answer everything I say."
"...Fucking bastard, fine, I'll do it!"
Holding out and not answering out of defiance, she only hurriedly answered when Jihwan's hand went up.
"With that attitude, I need to fix this shitty disposition first. This is the second command. From now on, every word you say to me uses polite, respectful speech."
"I-is this really, why are you doing this to me? What did I do so wrong?! Sob, sob..."
As if the hurt she had been holding in exploded, Minji burst into tears and argued strongly instead of answering.
"Ha... why can't you understand when I speak nicely?"
This time, instead of slapping her, Jihwan went to the toolbox on the opposite side of the basement.
He took out a thin rattan switch from the toolbox.
Returning to Minji, he pulled the chair away to make it easier to hit.
He slightly lifted her skirt, revealing her pale, smooth thighs.
Smack!
As the switch came down, a red line was vividly drawn across her white thigh.
"Aack! It hurts, it hurts! Don't, don't hit me!"
The intense pain felt like her thigh flesh was being torn, and she screamed while rubbing her thigh with her hand.
"If you don't want to be hit, just listen well. Answer. Respectful speech. Is it that hard?"
"..."
"Hmm... I guess it is hard. You've still got some pride left to lose, huh? It's okay. It'll get easier the more you get hit. Just like it did for me."
As Jihwan said that and raised the switch again to hit her, not wanting to be hit anymore, she answered hurriedly.
"An, answer. I'll do it well. Please don't hit me."
Whether from the pain or from wounded pride, tears wouldn't stop flowing from her eyes.
"Want to read the third clause out loud?"
"Third. If she disobeys commands... sniff... or fails to perform them properly, she receives appropriate punishment. sob... sniff..."
Having clearly come to her senses after that one hit of the switch, she read it well even while crying.
"Since you disobeyed a command, you have to receive punishment first, right? How many hits do you want?"
"I'm sorry. I-I'll answer properly now."
"You're not answering again. That's already two violations? Answer! How many hits do you want?"
"O-one, no, two."
She was about to say one but changed it to two after reading the mood.
"A bit low... but okay. Since it's your first time, I'll forgive you with two."
"Every time you get hit, you count the number and give thanks for the discipline. If you get it wrong, you start over from the beginning. Got it?"
"..."
This time, she didn't purposely not answer—she was just too overwhelmed by the sudden chain of events to respond.
"Not answering again? Total three hits!"
"Y-yes! Answer. I'll answer."
The sudden onslaught of the current situation seemed very hard for the gently-raised her to endure.
Smack!
"Aack! O...one."
The switch struck Minji's soft thigh.
The pain was so intense that a scream of agony filled the entire basement.
She had only taken two hits, but the struck area was already red with raised lines.
She somehow managed to count, but forgot to give thanks.
"No words of thanks? Can't you even remember what I just said? Are you stupid, or are you doing it on purpose because you want more hits? Start over from the beginning!"
Smack!
"Aack!! T-two. Thank you."
"Two? I said start over, start from the beginning!"
"What? I'm sorry... C-can't you let it slide just once? It, it hurts so much... I'll really, really listen from now on. Okay? Please..."
She hadn't had even a speck of intention to lower herself and grovel like this, but after a few hits, her thinking did a 180-degree turn.
Minji had grown up gently, never having been spanked once in her life.
The pain of her thigh flesh feeling like it was being torn was not something she could endure casually.
Thinking about having to take three more hits made her mind go blank, and she found herself begging without realizing it.
Indeed, violence was simple and crude, but it was powerful.
Just a few instances of corporal punishment—not even many—and this proud, nasty-tempered Minji had become this docile.
If her attitude when she first entered the basement—cursing and challenging him—was like a fierce lioness, now she looked just like a terrified little lamb.