Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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My name is Kim Minji.
Unlike my common-as-dirt name, I was more special than anyone else.
Thanks to that specialness, people were always around me.
Men and women alike always approached me first, wanting to be friends.
I don't know when it started, but after realizing that looks were basically power in school, my personality seemed to become increasingly self-centered and willful.
No matter how I acted, people would adjust to me and cater to my whims.
So, it was just easier to act however I wanted. It made getting what I wanted easy, too.
As a result, I started picking friends who were popular at school, and naturally, I ended up hanging out with the bullies.
It was only natural that I'd choose to date the best-looking, athletic, and popular guys in school.
After realizing that dating a guy meant less attention from other boys and more jealousy from girls, I kept my relationships secret.
I had zero intention of dating the ordinary fish in my 'fishing pond' who had a crush on me, but the feelings of the boys who liked me were useful to exploit.
That day, the prank I pulled on that bastard Kim Jihwan was just to blow off some steam because I was in a foul mood.
I was already in a bad mood, and it pissed me off that he was staring at me gloomily with those dead fish eyes.
It was just a prank to embarrass him a little and make myself feel better.
If I had known that the result would be what it is now, five years later, I would never have pranked or bullied him.
After being kidnapped by this son of a bitch Kim Jihwan and reflecting deeply on the past, I realized I definitely had my share of fault.
But, was that fault enough to warrant getting kidnapped and suffering all sorts of subhuman shame and humiliation? Absolutely not.
Even if the prank I pulled was the cause of him becoming an outcast, in the end, it was Taesu who made him an outcast, not me.
It's true that I bullied him a little after he became a full-blown outcast, but I didn't lead it; I just got swept up in the atmosphere and bullied him a bit along with the others.
Even if I had led all of it!
I didn't think it was a fault worthy of being kidnapped, imprisoned, forced to apologize naked in shame, and treated like a slave or an animal while wearing a Dog Collar.
But after suffering such humiliation, not a speck of remorse for him remained; only resentment and hatred for him were left.
Apologizing while performing a naked Dogeza and promising to repay my wrongs by becoming a slave were things I did forcibly, succumbing to hunger and violence; there wasn't even a speck of sincerity in it.
And that's understandable, because aside from the violence, the things Kim Jihwan did to me here and the shame I felt were at a level that was impossible for a human to endure.
It's only been 3 days, but it's been a continuous stream of shame and humiliation that makes me think I'd rather commit suicide than continue this slave life.
The best-case scenario is the police finding this place and rescuing me, but I couldn't just wait for the police forever.
Because every single day here was truly like living hell.
"Alright, then shall we make a bet on whether or not you're a hopeless pervert?"
"A bet to confirm whether or not you're a perverted bitch who gets turned on by submission, humiliation, masochism, and exposure."
"If you're confident, just do it. Not confident? If you win, I'll let you go right away."
In this situation, since that bastard Kim Jihwan offered a bet saying he'd let me go if I won, I couldn't possibly refuse, even though it felt like there was something fishy about it.
"For a week, I'll only use the perverted acts you think of to turn you on. If you get turned on by that and beg me to fuck you, I win. If you don't beg and just endure for a week, Minji, you win. Easy, right?"
"What if you hit me and force me to say it?"
Because the perverted acts this bastard talks about include sadism.
I had no confidence I could endure if he used Corporal punishment to force me to say it.
"I told you, because you're turned on. I might use Corporal punishment if you break the rules and don't listen, but don't worry, I won't force you to say it through Corporal punishment."
"A bet won that way would be meaningless. So, are you going to do it or not?"
"I'll do it. Do you think I'd get turned on by such perverted acts and beg you to fuck me? I'm definitely doing it."
I don't know what he's plotting, but there is absolutely no way I would get turned on by such perverted acts and beg him to fuck me.
Whether I bet or not, win or lose, I'm still trapped here and being humiliated, so I accepted it easily thinking I had nothing to lose.
"Good. Then we'll end today's training here, and let's start the bet from tomorrow."
"Thank you, Master."
Finally, this humiliating Posture Training was over. But this joy and relief were only momentary; when I thought about what kind of humiliation I would suffer from that bastard tomorrow, only worry and fear remained in my heart.
"You talked back a bit today, but since you memorized it well, as promised, I'll give you the pillow and blanket at dinner time later."
"Thank you, Master."
Still, it was good that he didn't pick unnecessary fights and kept his promise.
It would be nice if he kept his word like this when I win this bet too...
Dinner time came, and as promised, he gave me the bedding and dinner, then went back up immediately, probably because he had something to do.
Since the bet starts tomorrow, is he planning to start in earnest from tomorrow?
He gave me quite a long free time today.
What he brought for dinner was chopped fruit and chicken breast.
I was the only one in the Basement, but even so, I had to get on all fours and eat while prone in front of the Dog food bowl.
The CCTV on the ceiling and the camera in front of me were watching me 24 hours a day.
If I got caught eating with my hands or sitting down, I wouldn't be able to handle the Corporal punishment the next day.
I felt so pathetic and miserable eating like a dog while prone just because I was afraid of getting hit, but getting hit was too painful and scary.
I finished eating, but I couldn't just rest.
I had to do the homework that bastard gave me.
I had to sit at the desk and write a 'Gratitude Diary' this time.
There's nothing to be grateful for, so how am I supposed to write a Gratitude Diary...
Breakfast, Posture Training, the pillow and blanket given as a Reward, dinner, etc.—I wasn't grateful for any of it, but I had to pretend to be grateful and write it down.
Every time I wrote one down, I wrote it with hatred, not gratitude.
He'll probably make me read this in front of the camera again tomorrow, right? Just thinking about it was disgusting.
I finished writing the Gratitude Diary and now I stand in front of the camera.
I read the 'Slave's Pledge' I wrote yesterday out loud.
Every day after waking up and before going to sleep, I had to read this fucking pledge.
Just reading this kind of text out loud made me feel like dying of shame, but the fact that I had written this ridiculous text myself made me even crazier.
The silence that comes after reading it all.
The helplessness of not being able to do anything plunged me into an endless quagmire of depression.
Since there was nothing to do but worry, I went into the cage and tried to sleep.
Because sleep is the only way to avoid this endless depression and humiliation.
'It's comfortable.'
Certainly, just having a pillow and blanket changed the quality of my sleep.
Is it because everything is so full of despair?
I find happiness in every little thing like this.
Even if my mood was briefly lifted by this trivial happiness, the fact that I had to act like a slave to cater to that bastard's whims to receive a Reward made me feel stifled, as if a rock were placed on my chest.
As I try to sleep, the faces of the people I miss come to mind.
I miss Mom.
I miss Dad.
I miss Taesu.
I want to go home so badly... really... I want to go home.
Why aren't the police coming?
I hope they come tomorrow... please... please...
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'I want to sleep more.'
I had a sweet dream.
I wanted to keep buried in the blanket because of the fact that if I wake up now, I'll have to face the hellish reality again.
I glanced at the clock and saw that there wasn't much time left before he would come.
Perhaps my body remembered the fear of Corporal punishment, as I sat up abruptly without realizing it.
Was it because of the accumulated fatigue, or because the sleeping arrangement had become more comfortable?
I slept way longer than I thought.
I hurriedly washed up and put on makeup.
My hands trembled while applying makeup due to the humiliation of having to groom myself not for my own satisfaction, but for a bastard who was no different from an enemy.
After finishing the makeup, I stood in front of the camera again and read the Slave's Pledge.
Fuck, no matter how much I read this, I can't get used to it. What era is this, and he's talking about slaves.
To break these chains of humiliation, I have to win the bet starting today by any means necessary.
I waited for him, half determined to win the bet, and half afraid of what crazy thing he would do next.
Click
The door opened and he walked in slowly.
I really didn't want to, but I knelt down and bowed my chest as per the posture I learned yesterday to greet him.
"Hello, Master."
"You remember what you learned yesterday well. Get up."
Phew~ As soon as permission was granted, I stood up, thinking it was a relief that he didn't find fault.
"Maybe it's because you're wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but your state is not good. Take off your clothes and get into the Inspection Posture."
"Understood, Master."
As expected of a pervert, he makes me take off my clothes as soon as he arrives.
Of course, I'm displeased, but I can't disobey his orders. If I don't listen, the switch or whip will fly again.
"Your state is not good today. Your hair isn't fully dry, and your makeup isn't as good as yesterday's. As a punishment, you're skipping meals today. Any objections?"
"None, Master."
It's true that I woke up a bit late, so my grooming was less than yesterday.
But it was such a minor difference, and it was absurd that he was nitpicking it.
Of course I had objections, but I knew that saying anything would just lead to bigger Corporal punishment, so I just shut up and accepted it.
I ate breakfast and dinner yesterday, so I wasn't that hungry. Skipping a day should be fine.
"I brought extra clothes, so wash them and take turns wearing them."
"Understood, Master."
As expected of a pervert. All the clothes he brought were the same school uniform.
Was he that obsessed with me back in high school?
His actions really feel filthy.
"You know the bet starts today, right? Are you confident?"
"Yes. I am confident, Master."
I was confident as long as it was about not getting turned on.
Even if, by any chance, I did get turned on, I'd rather die than ever beg that bastard, who is less than a bug, to fuck me.
"Really? If you're confident, that'll be fun. There's not much to do today. You just have to sit and watch videos."
"W-what kind of videos?"
"The videos you think are perverted acts. First, sit in the chair."
"Yes, Master."
Well, I thought he would make me do something weird, but since he said I just had to watch videos, I felt a little relieved.
Still, he's such a sinister bastard that I didn't let my guard down, not knowing what else he might do.