Shall We Begin, Seoyeon?
"Shut up! You want that bitch putting her hands on me?!"
Han Seoyeon shrieked in horror at Lee Dongwoo's proposal. The thought of surrendering her body to Yoo Jimin — the very woman who had dragged her down into this hell — was a humiliation beyond anything she could imagine.
Crack!
A sharp, explosive slap split the air, and fire bloomed across Seoyeon's ass. Dongwoo had brought his palm down on her buttocks without a shred of mercy.
"Ah!"
The unexpected blow wrenched a short scream from her throat. A vivid red handprint rose across her pale skin. Satisfied with her reaction, Dongwoo shifted his gaze to Yoo Jimin, who stood trembling, her eyes darting uncertainly.
"Fine. Don't, then."
He shrugged as if it were nothing at all.
"You've been behaving yourself lately, so I figured I'd give you a chance. That's all."
The words carried more than one meaning. This was not simply an opportunity for Yoo Jimin to torment Han Seoyeon. It was a chance to choose — remain a bystander in this hell, or become an active perpetrator and taste even a sliver of power. Dongwoo had tossed that choice at Jimin's feet.
His eyes returned to Seoyeon. He dragged his palm once more across her still-burning ass.
"Keep barking all you want. You're only making this harder on yourself."
A low warning. Then Yoo Jimin slowly opened her mouth.
"I'll... I'll do it."
Her voice trembled, but the resolve beneath it was unmistakable. She had made her decision. To survive this hell — and to earn even a scrap of recognition from the man who had created it — she would become a devil herself.
Dongwoo's mouth curved in satisfaction. Han Seoyeon's face went black with despair. The premonition that she was about to be thoroughly violated by someone she had once called a friend — no, someone she had always considered beneath her — pierced her through to the bone.
Dongwoo smiled, clearly pleased with the answer. He picked up the heavy duffel bag leaning against the wall and tossed it at Jimin's feet.
Clank.
Metal and leather collided inside the bag with a dull, heavy sound.
"Use what's in there. Train this bitch."
His voice was purely businesslike, but it carried the weight of a command that could not be refused.
Yoo Jimin swallowed hard and slowly sank to her knees. Her trembling hands unzipped the bag, and its contents came into view. Her eyes flew wide — with horror, and with a strange, twisted excitement.
Inside were sex toys of every kind, the sort you would only ever see in porn. Black, gleaming latex dildos and vibrators of every size and shape lay coiled like venomous snakes. Nipple clamps fitted with sharp metal pincers. An assortment of leather paddles and riding crops meant for beating an ass. Gags and a blindfold for sealing a mouth and covering eyes.
And that was not all. There were grotesque instruments of unidentifiable purpose, cold metal eggs, and a speculum designed to pry an asshole wide open. The bag was packed with tools purpose-built to destroy human dignity.
"What... what the hell is that..."
Han Seoyeon's voice drowned in terror. She could not believe those horrific objects were about to be used on her body.
Jimin hesitated for a moment. But Dongwoo's cold gaze pressing against her back left no room for indecision. She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them, and reached for the first thing that caught her eye — a thick, long silicone dildo. The cold silicone felt alien against her palm.
She rose slowly, dildo in one hand, and walked toward the despairing Han Seoyeon. One step. Then another. The sound of her footsteps filled the room like a funeral dirge, announcing a ruin from which there would be no return.
"Going to start right away?"
Lee Dongwoo's voice was thick with cold anticipation. He looked at Jimin, frozen with the dildo in her hand. She flinched under that gaze, then steeled herself. The die was already cast. There was no going back.
"...I have to."
She nodded. The words came hard, but they carried an unshakable will to obey.
"Good. I'll be looking forward to it."
Dongwoo smiled with satisfaction and stepped back. He glanced once at the duffel bag, then left the room without another word.
Click.
The door shut. The lock turned. A heavy silence settled over the room. Now only Yoo Jimin and Han Seoyeon remained — one standing with a dildo in her hand, the other bound to a chair, her face emptied of everything but resignation.
Jimin approached Seoyeon slowly. Click. Click. The sound of her heels shattered the stillness, each tap unnervingly loud. She stopped directly in front of Seoyeon and looked down at her in silence.
Once, this was someone she had looked up to. Someone she had envied. And now that lofty princess sat naked at her feet, bound in rope. A dog collar circled her throat. Her eyes held nothing but despair and terror.
A faint smile crept onto Jimin's lips before she even realized it. How delicious. How thrilling.
"...Don't."
A cracked voice leaked from Seoyeon's mouth. It was neither a plea nor a protest — just a powerless whisper, the last scrap of dignity she had left. But Jimin did not hear it. Or rather, she heard it and ignored it.
She slowly brought the dildo to Seoyeon's face. The black, gleaming tip pressed cold against her chin.
Jimin's voice was sweet as honey, but a cruel poison hid beneath it.
"Those 'lessons' you used to love so much."
The black, gleaming dildo in Yoo Jimin's hand traced coldly along Han Seoyeon's chin. Seoyeon flinched at the ghastly sensation.
This was it. The end. The moment that filthy thing entered her body, she would no longer be human. The thought went beyond terror — it ignited the last ember of reason she had left, a spark of survival.
"Hey!"
The desperate voice burst out of her.
"Think about this, Yoo Jimin! Think!"
She wracked her brain frantically. The only variable she could still move in this situation was the woman standing in front of her.
"Are we really going to do this to each other? Just because that psycho told us to? What does that change?!"
Seoyeon's eyes burned with desperation. She leaned her bound body as far forward as she could and spoke in a near-whisper.
"You're just that bastard's toy. After me, you're next. No — he'll play with both of us until he gets bored, then throw us away. That's how guys like him work!"
Jimin's pupils trembled violently. The grip on the dildo loosened for an instant. Seoyeon did not let the opening slip.
"Take my hand instead! We run. Together. We just have to get out of here. Once we're out, we go to the police, we tell my dad... we can destroy that bastard's entire life! I'll make sure of it!"
The words were a sweet temptation. Hope of escaping this hell. And the possibility of revenge against that devil of a man.
Jimin hesitated. Her gaze flickered anxiously between the dildo, the tightly shut door, and Han Seoyeon's desperate face. Her mind tangled itself in knots. Seoyeon was right. In the end, she was nothing but Lee Dongwoo's plaything. But if they failed? The retaliation that would come if the escape failed was something she did not even want to imagine. Everything she had suffered so far would be nothing but a prelude.
She wet her dry lips with her tongue.
"...Can you guarantee it?"
At last, a cracked voice escaped Jimin's mouth.
"That we'll succeed. That we can get away from that bastard. Can you guarantee that?"
It was not a simple question. It was the last card she needed to check before gambling everything she had.
Han Seoyeon knew instinctively — this was her last chance. She nodded, desperately, fervently.
"We can! Of course we can! I'm Han Seoyeon! I promise you. The second we get out of here, I'll wreck that psycho's life. Completely."
Her voice carried unshakable conviction. Or rather, she performed it that way with everything she had. She needed to paralyze Jimin's reason and shake her emotions.
"So please... Jimin. Untie me."
For the first time, Han Seoyeon called Yoo Jimin by name. Like a plea. That single word shattered Jimin's last line of defense.
"..."
Jimin dropped the dildo to the floor. As if she had made up her mind, her trembling hands began to work at the ropes binding Seoyeon's body. With every knot that came undone, Han Seoyeon's heart hammered wildly. Freedom. And revenge. Those two words filled her mind to bursting.
At last the final rope fell away. Her liberated body was not yet truly free, but her heart was already flying toward the door.
"Let's go. Hurry!"
Seoyeon whispered, grabbing Jimin's hand and pulling. She approached the door carefully, muffling her footsteps like a cat. She took the handle and opened it with exquisite slowness, making no sound at all.
A sliver of hallway light spilled through the crack. They had done it. If they could just cross the hallway and open the front door...!
That was the exact moment.
From behind her, a piercing scream erupted like a devil's summons.
It was Yoo Jimin.
Every trace of the hesitation from moments ago had vanished from her face, replaced by a smile of pure madness and twisted ecstasy. Watching her friend's expression plunge from the peak of hope into the abyss of despair, she was in rapture.
"Ah... ahh..."
Every last light drained from Han Seoyeon's face. Footsteps behind her. The door slamming open. And coming toward her, a shadow of despair more terrible than hell itself.