Choosing Hell Again
Baek Jang-mi did her utmost to appear fragile and pitiful, pleading pathetically with tear-rimmed eyes. "I am truly sorry, Duke... This is all due to my own lack of virtue. If only I had been a little more careful..."
Baek Kang-ho seemed inwardly swayed by her delicate display, but outwardly, he comforted her in a much softer tone. "In such a perilous situation, what could a fragile, delicate lady like yourself possibly have done? Do not blame yourself."
Hearing Baek Kang-ho speak as if absolving her of guilt, Baek Jang-mi felt a wave of relief mixed with a strange flutter of excitement, her expression growing even more sorrowful. "I want to make up for this terrible mistake somehow. If there is anything you desire, Duke, please tell me. I will dedicate everything I have to make amends."
In truth, Baek Kang-ho was suppressing a violent, boiling rage. His anger over losing his precious 'doll,' Cheon Su-ryeon, was beyond words, but standing right before him was a woman no less captivating—Baek Jang-mi. Thoroughly concealing his true emotions, he put on a sly smile and blustered, "Do not blame yourself so heavily, my lady. With my resources, finding Cheon Su-ryeon will not be difficult. I am simply glad that you were not harmed."
Still looking anxious, tears welled in Baek Jang-mi's eyes as she spoke in a trembling, earnest voice. "Even so... that does not erase my failure..."
Pretending to empathize with her distress, Baek Kang-ho asked in a gentle voice, "You must have been terribly shocked, my lady. Are you hurt anywhere?"
Swept up in a strange attraction to Baek Kang-ho's smooth consolation and masculine charm, Baek Jang-mi found herself captivated. At the same time, she caught a faint glimpse of the cold calculation and lust hidden behind his kindness, leaving her with a complex swirl of emotions. "I am... fine..." she whispered in a trembling voice, forcing a faint smile through her tearful eyes. Her heart hammered wildly, and her face flushed a deep, uncontrollable crimson.
Baek Kang-ho replied softly, as if relieved by her words. "That is a relief."
Whether he was sincere or not, Baek Jang-mi found herself helplessly drawn to his experienced, masculine demeanor. Baek Kang-ho possessed a powerful, dangerous allure that her late husband, Hwang Min-ho, could never have offered. A light blush stained her cheeks, and though her voice trembled with excitement, it carried an undeniable, provocative desire. "That promise I made to give you my everything, Duke... I wish to fulfill it tonight..."
At Baek Jang-mi's bold proposal, Baek Kang-ho's eyes flashed with a predatory, beast-like glint. Though surged with intense excitement, he maintained a calm, leisurely smile, striving to keep up his gentlemanly facade. "But before that, since you have had quite a shock, my lady... I believe a comforting dinner to soothe your nerves should come first." His voice was smooth, but beneath it lay an irrepressible lust and anticipation.
Meanwhile, Cheon Su-ryeon, still trapped in the lingering nightmare of what had transpired at the park, slowly began to register her current reality. A black hood had been forced over her head, plunging her into pitch-black darkness. Unable to discern where she was being taken or what was happening to her, she was seized by overwhelming anxiety and terror. Who are these people? Where are they taking me? Have I been kidnapped? Or... am I about to face something even more horrific? Her mind was a tempest of fragmented thoughts, tossing like a ship on a stormy sea.
Her body was still tormented by the unpleasant, invasive sensation of the cold, hard vibrating dildo lodged deep inside her vagina. With her emotions in turmoil, her deep dread of the unfamiliar surroundings, and the physical pain she was desperately trying to suppress, Su-ryeon felt shattered like broken glass, pushed to the absolute limits of mental and physical agony.
The van came to a halt, and rough, anonymous hands dragged her out. Su-ryeon stumbled blindly as she was led away. The dried waste caked on her legs scraped painfully against her skin with every step, and the vibrating dildo still trapped inside her thrummed agonizingly with her awkward strides, intensifying her torment.
After walking for what felt like an eternity, Su-ryeon was finally forced down onto a hard, cold chair. She trembled uncontrollably in the grip of terror, utterly blind to her location and the horrors that might await her.
Sitting on the cold, rigid chair, Su-ryeon gasped for air in the suffocating dread. Her heart hammered like a drum echoing in her ears, and her entire body turned ice-cold. Just then, a hand reached down and carefully pulled the black hood off her head.
"Ah!" Blinded by the sudden flood of light, Su-ryeon let out a painful groan and squinted. Her retinas burned, and her vision was filled with a stark white afterimage.
As her vision slowly cleared, Su-ryeon realized she was in a strange, cavernous space that felt like the heart of a massive fortress. The towering, imposing concrete walls exuded a cold, oppressive atmosphere, and the red blinking lights of surveillance cameras scattered around only heightened her anxiety. Surrounding her were expressionless, soldier-like figures standing in silent rows like stone statues. Their heavy armor and sharp, piercing gazes exerted an overwhelming pressure on her. Her heart sank like lead, and she felt a violent spasm ripple through her core, where the toy still thrummed.
At that moment, a man in heavy combat boots dragged a chair over with a sharp scrape and sat directly in front of her. His military uniform was crisply pressed, and his face bore the rugged, hardened look of a seasoned veteran. His intense, sharp gaze and firmly set lips cast a heavy, domineering aura over her. Instinctively overwhelmed, Su-ryeon trembled slightly, like a fragile beast cornered by a predator. Her pale, bloodless face shone with a sorrowful grace, and her large, tear-filled eyes were heartbreakingly beautiful.
Su-ryeon barely managed to find her voice, her words trembling. "Who... who are you? Have I... been kidnapped? What are you going to do to me...?" Her voice shook with terror, laced with uncontrollable anxiety and confusion.
Yet, contrary to the oppressive atmosphere, the man's gaze as he looked at her was surprisingly gentle and sorrowful. He stared at Su-ryeon with eyes full of deep compassion and pity, as if looking at a precious soul who had endured horrific suffering for far too long. "You are... Lady Cheon Su-ryeon, correct?" the man asked in a low, soft voice, as if even uttering her name required the utmost care.
Hearing that he knew her name threw Su-ryeon into even greater confusion, making her feel faint. Her heart tossed wildly like a small boat in a tempest, and her mind spun with a chaotic blur of reality and nightmare.
Looking at Su-ryeon with eyes laden with profound sorrow and regret, the man spoke in a trembling voice. "I am truly sorry for bringing you here in such a rude and violent manner..." He paused, taking a deep breath to compose his emotions before continuing. "We belong to the Revolutionary Army of Duke Cheon Tae-hyeon. My name is Abel. Ever since you were reduced to a sex slave under Baek Kang-ho, we have been watching constantly, waiting for an opportunity to rescue you."
His voice was firm and resolute, yet saturated with deep sympathy and sorrow. "Today, we could no longer stand by and watch the horrific, humiliating ordeal you were subjected to at the park. We had no choice but to bring you here through such extreme measures... For that, I am truly sorry."
"The... Revolutionary Army...?" Su-ryeon echoed in disbelief. A complex mixture of shock, astonishment, and long-suppressed emotions washed over her beautiful face.
Abel replied in a gentle, reassuring tone to put her at ease. "Yes, that is correct. So please, rest assured."
The moment the words 'Revolutionary Army' left Abel's mouth, a violent vortex of emotion surged within Su-ryeon's chest. Her heart swelled with emotion at the realization that those who carried on her late father's legacy were still fighting their lonely battle in the shadows. Yet, at the same time, a deep worry crept in for the perilous path and harsh trials they would inevitably face. She was utterly lost amidst the confusion, bewilderment, and a searing, aching warmth blooming in a corner of her heart.
Seeing her lingering confusion, Abel continued his explanation calmly and clearly. "Our leader is Las. He was once the captain of Duke Cheon Tae-hyeon's personal guard. He is currently away to rally our comrades scattered across the regions, but he will return soon. When Commander Las hears of your rescue, he will be happier than anyone."
Su-ryeon stared blankly at Abel, unable to process the reality of his words. Abel hesitated for a moment before speaking gently. "From now on, you will be safe here."
Looking pityingly at her wretched state, he added softly, "First and foremost, I believe it is urgent that you wash up and change into clean clothes."
Abel turned his head and spoke in a low voice to a female soldier standing in the distance. "Risa, could you help the lady wash up?"
At his call, a female soldier of striking stature emerged from the shadows like a ghost. Though clad in a neatly pressed uniform, her toned, athletic physique and steel-sharp eyes exuded an undeniable, fierce beauty and charisma. "Understood, Abel."
She offered a warm smile to Su-ryeon, who sat frozen on the hard chair, and extended a strong hand. "Let us go, Lady Su-ryeon. I will guide you to where you can wash."
Su-ryeon stared blankly at Risa's outstretched hand. A flurry of complex thoughts raced through her mind, her face tightening with a troubled, deeply conflicted expression. Finally, having reached a decision, she spoke in a trembling voice. "I am sorry... but I... must return to Duke Baek's Mansion right now..."
At Su-ryeon's unexpected words, Abel and Risa stared at her in utter shock. Their faces were painted with sheer bewilderment and disbelief.