Prelude to the Desecration of Naked Beauty
Su-ryeon's gaze lost focus, trembling violently. The sandal heels were not something anyone could ever wear. Despite the delicate straps designed to wrap around her ankles and the elegant aesthetic, the insoles were densely studded with sharp, protruding nails. It was like a beautiful trap. The moment she slipped them on, her soles would undoubtedly be torn to shreds.
Su-ryeon wanted to deny reality, but the horrific sight before her crushed every lingering shred of hope. Looking up at Alex with trembling, disbelieving eyes, she barely managed to squeeze out a whisper. "Are... are you truly telling me to wear these...?"
Alex's expression hardened into a mixture of irritation and contempt as he gave a cold, ruthless reply. "The place you are about to step into is the Torture Chamber. Those shoes are merely the prelude to the horrific pain you will soon endure. There is no time to hesitate. Put them on. Now."
Despair washed over Su-ryeon, but she had to accept the cold, hard truth: she had no other choice. Swallowing hard, she lifted her trembling leg and carefully brought her foot toward the horrific nail heels, which resembled a deadly trap. The smooth, elegant curve of her leg gleamed with a sorrowful, pathetic beauty, contrasting sharply with the brutal agony that awaited her.
The instant her foot slid into the sandal heel, the sharp nails ruthlessly pierced her tender sole. "Ah...! It hurts..." Su-ryeon shrieked, her entire body convulsing from the unbearable agony. A bone-chilling pain shot up from her toes, radiating through her entire frame.
She barely managed to stand on one foot, but the agony made her sway precariously. With a trembling breath, she slowly slid her other foot into the remaining sandal heel. As the sharp, clawing pain tore into her sole and surged upward, Su-ryeon gasped for air, her body curling inward. Every time she forced her foot deeper, the nails gouged into her flesh, carving vivid, bloody wounds into skin as delicate as flower petals.
"Aaaagh!" As both feet were finally trapped within the cruel sandal heels, a tidal wave of excruciating agony crashed over her. The pain of the nails impaling her soles caused every muscle in her body to seize, and her beautiful face contorted into a grimace of pure torment. Forcing herself to bear her own weight, she stood precariously atop the torturous footwear.
Watching the naked Su-ryeon stumble and writhe in agony, Alex felt a sudden surge of arousal, his trousers tightening as his groin swelled obscenely. Suppressing the desire bubbling up inside him, he cleared his throat with a forced cough. "Ahem, ahem..." He then commanded in a cold, detached voice, "Go inside the Torture Chamber and wait for the Duke. Don't just stand there like an idiot."
"...Yes..." Taking a deep breath at his command, Su-ryeon pushed against the heavy iron door. The massive door groaned open with a horrific screech, sounding like a scream echoing from the depths of hell. Screeeak—
With every single step she took, the sharp nails of the horrific sandal heels tore deeper into her tender soles, delivering a pain that felt as though it were piercing her very bones. "Ah, haah...!" Gasping and groaning under the onslaught of agony, Su-ryeon desperately clung to her consciousness as she stumbled forward into the Torture Chamber. Her beautiful face was twisted in pain, and her fragile body swayed precariously, like glass on the verge of shattering.
Upon stepping inside, the sight of the Torture Chamber struck Su-ryeon with a suffocating shock, sending a chill of pure terror through her veins. It was a living hell, filled with a level of cruelty that defied description. The rods and whips she had seen in the Punishment Room were merely the basic tools hanging on the walls. Before her lay whips studded with dense thorns that seemed to writhe like serpents, clubs bristling with sharp nails and stained with dried blood, a massive cross embedded with heavy spikes, a chair covered in sharp needles, bone-crushing hammers, and giant shears designed to tear flesh from bone. Every imaginable instrument of mutilation and agony was lined up in horrific display.
That was not all. Various dildos of unspeakable, grotesque, and cruel designs were scattered about. Among them was a dildo glowing red-hot, radiating a heat that seemed ready to give off the stench of burning flesh. The metallic, nauseating smell of blood, the stench of rotting flesh, and the foul odor emanating from the horrific instruments assaulted Su-ryeon's senses—her smell, sight, and touch—pushing her to the brink of absolute terror and disgust.
Su-ryeon's pupils trembled violently, like glass shattered by fear, and her lips turned pale and stiff. Realizing that the pain tearing through her soles was merely the beginning, she felt her mind grow faint with despair and dread at the prospect of the horrific torture to come. Faced with an extreme terror she had never experienced before, she felt an agony so profound it was as if her soul were being severed from her body. Overwhelmed by the horrific sight of the Torture Chamber, she screamed internally. 'Ah... th-this place is too horrible!!'
Right then, the heavy door of the Torture Chamber slowly creaked open, and Baek Kang-ho appeared. "M-Master..." At his entrance, Su-ryeon's breath caught, her pupils shrinking to tiny pinpricks. But when she saw Baek Jang-mi, with her beautiful blue eyes, following closely behind him, she was seized by an even greater shock and tension. "L-Lady... Baek Jang-mi...?"
The moment Su-ryeon saw Baek Jang-mi, she reflexively brought her hands together to cover her groin. The cold, unpleasant sensation of the vibrating dildo that had been forced into her most intimate place yesterday vividly rushed back. Even though the device was not there now, she instinctively tried to protect herself.
Baek Jang-mi watched Su-ryeon's vulnerable display with amusement. With a cruel, wicked smile playing on her lips, she elegantly seated herself in an ornate chair on one side of the Torture Chamber. Then, Baek Kang-ho slowly approached Su-ryeon. His gaze swept down her trembling, naked body like a cold grim reaper. Barely standing atop the horrific nail heels, Su-ryeon's legs shook precariously as she endured the agony. Her face, flushed with a mixture of shame and fear, and her wide eyes, filled with an unspeakable sorrow—Baek Kang-ho's greedy eyes hungrily traced every detail of her form.
Staring at her with eyes full of deep arousal and sadistic satisfaction, he whispered in a cruel, somber voice that sounded like a sweet murmur. "Cheon Su-ryeon, welcome to the Torture Chamber." His voice sounded like cold metal scraping together, a horrific whisper that dug deep into her ears.
"Ah..." The mere sound of his voice made her skin crawl, sending a shiver of icy terror down her spine as she trembled even more violently. Then, in a low, heavy voice, Baek Kang-ho offered a terrifying condition. "If you answer my questions honestly from this moment on, there will be no torture today. However, if even a single lie escapes your lips..."
His eyes flashed with the sharp, lethal glint of a grim reaper, seeming to pierce through her very soul. "...you will be subjected to torture so agonizing that you will beg for the sweet release of death." At his brutal declaration, every cell in Su-ryeon's body seemed to scream in terror. She already anticipated what questions he would ask to drag her down into the abyss, and her heart clenched with a suffocating dread.
After a brief, suffocating silence, Baek Kang-ho, who had been scanning her beautiful naked body as if exploring every inch, spoke in a low, heavy voice. "Who were the ones who kidnapped you yesterday?" The moment of reckoning had arrived, and Su-ryeon felt her heart stop. Yet, despite being paralyzed by fear, she pictured the faces of Abel and Risa. Even in the face of the horrific torture that awaited her, she resolved that she would never betray the identity of the Revolutionary Army.
"I... I do not know..." Su-ryeon managed to stammer out in a trembling voice. "They wore masks... I could not see their faces clearly..." At her response, Baek Kang-ho curled one corner of his mouth into a cold, cruel smirk. "Then how, exactly, did you return yesterday?"
Su-ryeon gasped, her body shaking as her eyes darted around frantically. Then, in a trembling, cautious voice, she spoke again. "Th-that is... I had lost consciousness... but when I woke up... I found myself collapsed in the forest near your estate, Duke Baek... S-so... I barely managed to make my way back..."
Su-ryeon desperately hoped her clumsy lie sounded plausible, looking up at him with a pathetic, pleading gaze, praying that he would buy her flimsy story. However, Baek Kang-ho, who saw right through her amateurish acting, let out a low chuckle filled with contempt and mockery. "Huhuhu..."
His sinister, skin-crawling laughter echoed in her ears like a serpent wrapping around its prey, sending goosebumps all over her flesh. The large nails in her throbbing soles dug even deeper, and Su-ryeon felt her muscles stiffen. Baek Kang-ho slowly approached her, roughly grabbing her chin and staring straight into her eyes with a piercing gaze. "Cheon Su-ryeon, look me in the eye."
The moment his rough hand touched her face, a wave of disgust and terror washed over her, making her skin crawl. Unable to withstand his penetrating, razor-sharp gaze, Su-ryeon ultimately averted her eyes, utterly overwhelmed by fear. He yanked her chin up even more brutally, speaking in a contemptuous tone as if crushing an insect underfoot. "Do you take me for a fool?"
Su-ryeon felt her heart drop, an icy chill freezing the blood in her veins. "I have tortured countless humans. Their eyes, their breathing, even the slightest twitch of their muscles... I can see through all of it to know exactly what they are thinking, and whether they are lying or telling the truth."
Su-ryeon realized that her clumsy lie had already been exposed. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs as if it would burst, and cold sweat poured down her spine. In that moment, Baek Kang-ho let out a chilling laugh. A sneer curled his lips, and a ruthless resolve gleamed in his eyes. His next words weighed heavily on the room, like a curse slowly devouring her soul. "It seems you are not yet ready to spit out the truth. Very well... I shall open your mouth myself—slowly." Even then, Su-ryeon did not know. She had no idea how exquisitely her body and mind were about to be shattered, or how brutally she would be crushed...