Pain Blooming Amidst the Hemorrhage
Su-ryeon washed the towel with all her heart. However, no matter how hard she scrubbed, the bloodstains on the thoroughly soaked cloth would not wash out easily.
Nevertheless, she did her absolute best, and the crimson stains on the towel began to fade slightly. Deciding it was clean enough, Su-ryeon approached Eun-hye with an anxious heart and handed her the towel with trembling hands.
"I washed the towel."
As Su-ryeon held out the towel, beads of sweat clung to her forehead from the sheer effort she had put into scrubbing it. Though she looked slightly exhausted, her expression was still filled with deep concern and a sense of responsibility for Ha-jin.
"Ah, thank you. You did well."
Taking the towel, Eun-hye carefully pressed it against Ha-jin's private area with trembling fingertips.
The moment the towel touched her raw flesh, Ha-jin flinched violently from the searing, stinging pain, and a suppressed scream escaped her lips.
"Ah...! Ahhh...! It hurts...! Sister...! I feel like I'm going to die...!"
Eun-hye's heart ached at Ha-jin's agony, but she offered gentle words of comfort with a sorrowful expression.
"I know... I know... But please, just bear with it a little longer."
"Ugh..."
Biting her lip to endure the pain, Ha-jin squeezed her eyes shut. Her fingertips, gripping the bedsheets tightly, trembled with strain.
Su-ryeon felt incredibly pitiful watching Ha-jin writhe in agony. Anxious to know what on earth had happened to her body, she quietly asked Eun-hye.
"Um... Sister... Why is Ha-jin bleeding like this?"
When Su-ryeon asked with a devastated face, Eun-hye let out a heavy sigh and answered in a somber voice.
"She was tortured."
Su-ryeon was instantly shocked; her eyes widened, and her lips trembled.
"What? Tor... tortured? Why was she tortured?"
"Does a Sex Slave ever need a reason...? But this time, Ha-jin accidentally broke a statue that Baek Kang-ho cherished..."
Eun-hye's voice trailed off, laced with resentment. Terrified by the horrifying answer, Su-ryeon's eyes shook with fear.
"Ah... Just what kind of torture did she endure to end up like this...?"
At Su-ryeon's muttered words, Eun-hye paused, biting her lip as she took a deep breath. Then, she began to recount a horrific tale that was too terrible to even imagine.
"One of the most terrifying tortures here is the giant dildo in the Torture Chamber. It's about ten centimeters in diameter, and it's even covered in sharp ridges. Ha-jin was sexually tortured with that monstrous thing for a whole hour."
As Eun-hye spoke, her heart grew heavier, and she struggled to suppress her emotions. Her voice grew increasingly agitated as she continued.
"If you force a dildo that thick into a small girl like Ha-jin, her private parts are bound to tear apart... Imagine having that shoved in and out of her repeatedly! Her entire groin was shredded by those sharp ridges!!"
As Su-ryeon imagined the scene, a phantom ache shot through her own lower body, causing her to instinctively shrink back.
At that moment, Eun-hye turned her head, gently stroked Su-ryeon's calf, and then looked up at her face with a pitying gaze.
"I saw when you were washing the towel earlier... It looks like you were subjected to calf whipping as soon as you arrived?"
"Ah... Yes..."
At Eun-hye's words, the memory of her recent whipping rushed back, and the pain throbbed through her calves once more as if they were being gripped by hot iron.
"You've had a hard time from the moment you got here..."
It was then.
Perhaps unable to bear the agony of her wounds any longer, Ha-jin's groans grew harsher, and her breathing turned ragged.
"Ah...! Ah...! Ahhh...! Sister Eun-hye!! It hurts too much, I can't bear it!!"
At Ha-jin's agonizing screams, Eun-hye squeezed her hand tightly, offering soft words of comfort with a worried look.
"Ha-jin! Stay strong! You have to endure this!!"
But with her most sensitive areas torn to shreds, Eun-hye's comforting words failed to reach Ha-jin's ears. The endless waves of pain consumed her entire body, leaving her without even a moment to breathe.
"Ah...! Ah...! Sister Eun-hye... please... save me..."
At that moment, Ha-jin, who had been groaning incessantly, seemed to lose the last of her strength. Her head slumped to the side as she finally lost consciousness.
Eun-hye's heart sank at the sight. Fearing the worst, she cried out Ha-jin's name in panic.
"Ha-jin!!!"
However, seeing Ha-jin's chest rise and fall, Eun-hye managed to calm her racing heart. Yet, a sharp pang of sorrow pierced her chest at the realization of how excruciating the pain must have been for the girl to pass out from it.
"How much pain must she have been in... If only Baek Kang-ho had given her a Recovery Herb, she wouldn't have to suffer like this..."
Hearing Eun-hye's words, Su-ryeon gasped softly as something clicked in her mind.
"Ah...!"
She immediately pulled her own Recovery Herb out of her pocket and held it out to Eun-hye.
"Sister Eun-hye, I received a Recovery Herb. Please, use this on Ha-jin's wounds."
A look of relief flashed across Eun-hye's face upon seeing the herb. However, her expression quickly turned to concern as she noticed Su-ryeon's legs trembling from her own whipped calves.
"If you give me this... what about your own wounds?"
When Eun-hye asked in a somber voice, Su-ryeon offered a reassuring smile to ease her worries.
"Compared to Ha-jin's injuries, mine are nothing. I'm fine."
Despite Su-ryeon's reassurance, Eun-hye could not bring herself to accept the herb so easily. Another wave of anxiety washed over her, and she looked at Su-ryeon with uneasy eyes.
"But... if Baek Kang-ho finds out about this, he won't let you off easily..."
Hearing this, Su-ryeon's eyes widened as she realized she hadn't considered that possibility at all. A sudden wave of tension gripped her.
Yet, she could not turn a blind eye to Ha-jin's agony just to save herself from future trouble. Though terrified, Su-ryeon mustered her courage and spoke with a trembling voice.
"I'll... deal with that when the time comes. Let's treat Ha-jin first."
Eun-hye knew this would likely bring a horrific punishment upon Su-ryeon, but driven by her desperate desire to ease Ha-jin's suffering, she accepted the Recovery Herb with a heavy, conflicted heart.
"Thank you... and I am so, so sorry."
Hiding her deep-seated fear beneath a gentle smile, Su-ryeon responded to Eun-hye's solemn gratitude.
Eun-hye slowly removed the towel from Ha-jin's groin, opened the container of the Recovery Herb, and scooped out a generous amount of the ointment with her fingers.
When she lifted Ha-jin's skirt, the horrific tears and lacerations across her private area were laid bare. The sight was so gruesome that Su-ryeon instinctively squeezed her eyes shut, imagining the sheer agony the poor girl must have endured.
Eun-hye began to gently apply the medicine to Ha-jin's wounds. Once she finished treating the outer area, she scooped up another dollop of the ointment and carefully inserted her fingers deep into Ha-jin's most intimate depths.
As Eun-hye's fingertips penetrated her body, the unconscious Ha-jin flinched slightly, as if registering the pain even in her slumber.
At her reaction, Eun-hye became even more cautious and precise, spreading the medicine over the internal wounds. Su-ryeon watched with clasped hands and a tense expression, silently cheering them on.
Finally, after applying all the medicine, Eun-hye withdrew her fingers. She let out a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her brow.
Meanwhile, the unconscious Ha-jin's expression had softened into one of peace, her breathing even and gentle as if she had fallen into a deep, restful sleep.
Seeing this, both Su-ryeon and Eun-hye let out sighs of relief. With the immediate crisis averted, Eun-hye formally expressed her gratitude to Su-ryeon once more.
"Thank you. Thanks to you, Ha-jin will be almost fully healed by tomorrow."
At those words, Su-ryeon felt a mixture of relief for Ha-jin's recovery and dread over what would happen if Baek Kang-ho ever discovered what she had done.
At that moment, Eun-hye stood up and extended her hand to Cheon Su-ryeon.
"Cheon Su-ryeon, I've already heard about you. Things will be difficult from now on, but let's rely on each other and get through this together."
Su-ryeon grasped the offered hand with both of her own, her body trembling slightly as she struggled to hide her anxiety.
"Please look after me, Sister Eun-hye..."
Seeing Su-ryeon greet her so tremulously, Eun-hye felt a deep sense of pity, even though they shared the exact same miserable fate.
A moment later, noticing the raw whip welts carved into Su-ryeon's calves, Eun-hye felt compelled to have her sit down.
"Su-ryeon, it must be hard to stand with those wounds. Let's sit at the dining table and talk."
"Yes, thank you."
Su-ryeon expressed her gratitude and sat down at the table with Eun-hye. As soon as they were seated, Eun-hye quietly studied Su-ryeon's face.
Feeling a bit self-conscious under her gaze, Su-ryeon asked.
"Is something wrong, Sister? Is there something on my face?"
"No, it's just that you're so beautiful... I heard the rumors, but I never dreamed you would be this stunning."
At Eun-hye's sudden compliment, Su-ryeon's face flushed red with embarrassment.
"Ah, thank you. You are very beautiful too, Sister."
When Su-ryeon replied with a shy, polite compliment of her own, Eun-hye offered a wry smile. Then, glancing down at Su-ryeon's calves, she asked in a sympathetic voice.
"Today must have been your first time experiencing corporal punishment... It was very hard, wasn't it?"
At that moment, the memory of being bound in the Punishment Room as the cane rained down on her calves flashed through Su-ryeon's mind, sending goosebumps across her skin.
"Yes... it was so painful and terrifying. But... I... I have to be punished again in three days..."
As Su-ryeon bowed her head, her voice trailing off in sheer terror, Eun-hye spoke in a low, calm voice instead of offering empty comfort.
"For me, it's tomorrow."
"Ah... I'm so sorry, Sister... I was so wrapped up in my own worries that I didn't even think..."
But Eun-hye, seemingly long accustomed to this reality, offered a serene smile and shook her head.
"It's fine. It is the inescapable fate of a Sex Slave, after all..."
"Ah..."
Drawn in by Eun-hye's calm demeanor, Su-ryeon grew curious about her state of mind and carefully asked a question.
"Aren't you scared, Sister?"
"Of course I am. Terrified, in fact..."
"Ah, I'm sorry. You spoke so calmly that I thought..."
As Su-ryeon tensed up and lowered her head, Eun-hye smiled and offered a tip from her own experience.
"Su-ryeon, the moment of punishment is incredibly painful, but worrying about it beforehand only makes it harder. Just practice erasing it from your mind entirely until the moment you have to change into your Punishment Outfit."
"Is that even possible?"
"It will be hard at first, but as time goes on, you'll manage."
"Ah..."
Doubtful that she could ever achieve such mental detachment, Su-ryeon bit her lower lip. Then, she cautiously asked her next question.
"I was whipped thirty times today... How many lashes do we usually get when we go in?"
"It varies from time to time... I usually get around fifty. But at my worst, I've been whipped up to three hundred times."
"Three... three hundred times...?"
The unbelievable number sent a wave of pure terror crashing through Su-ryeon. Goosebumps erupted all over her body, and the wounds on her calves seemed to throb with renewed intensity.
"The three hundred lashes were on my buttocks. It was absolute hell, but thankfully, I was given a Recovery Herb that day, so I managed to survive... But what's more terrifying than the number of lashes is the type of whip they use. Metal hurts the most, followed by acrylic, and the least painful is wood."
"Ah..."
Su-ryeon's dread deepened with every word of Eun-hye's explanation. She was horrified by the sheer volume of the lashings, and the realization that the bamboo cane she had tasted today was actually the mildest tool left her trembling in shock.
Seeing Su-ryeon completely paralyzed with fear from her words, Eun-hye felt a pang of guilt.
"I'm sorry. I frightened you too much, didn't I? Let's stop talking about punishment."
"Ah, no, it's fine. Since it's something I have to face anyway, it's better to know beforehand so I can prepare myself."
"No, don't force yourself. Sometimes, ignorance really is bliss."
"No, I'm alright. Please tell me more. I think suffering through it completely unprepared would be far worse."
Eun-hye felt a deep pity for Su-ryeon as she struggled to conquer her fear. Yet, looking at the resolute determination in her eyes, Eun-hye finally began to speak of even more horrific things.
<Illustration of Lee Ha-jin's Punishment Outfit (AI Generated)>