Stop... Please Stop... It's Tearing... It's Going to Tear...!
Lee Jihyun sat crumpled on the floor, unable to move. Between her legs, a steel weight of hellish mass hung from the end of a chain driven through the most tender, most sensitive scrap of flesh she possessed. Tears were all she had left. They tracked down her cheeks and fell, drop by drop, from the tip of her chin.
Lee Dongwoo crouched before that wretched work of art. A satisfied smile played on his lips as he flicked the hanging weight with one finger.
"Hngh!"
The weight swayed, just slightly, and Jihyun's body convulsed as a scream tore out of her. It was a hideous pain — as if her clitoris were being ripped out by the root.
"Do you know what clitoral weighting is?"
He whispered it into her ear, tender as a devil.
"I don't... ngh!"
"It's this."
"A very painful punishment that takes that little scrap of flesh of yours and stretches it all the way to the end of the universe."
His voice was insufferably cheerful.
"You can't walk anymore. You can't sit. You can't lie down. Whatever position you take, this weight is going to pull your cunt downward for the rest of eternity."
"Ah... ah..."
No more curses came from Jihyun's mouth. No more insults. Only broken breathing and the moans of despair.
"Well? Starting to get it?"
Dongwoo snickered and seized her by the hair, forcing her to look him in the eye.
"That pride you treasured so much was lighter than this weight. I'll show you, starting now."
Dongwoo kicked the crate with his foot. With a metallic crash, weights of every size spilled across the floor.
"Go on. Let's hear you scream."
His eyes shone with pleasure.
"No... no, please..."
Jihyun crawled backward across the floor. But the chain hanging from her clitoris delivered hell with every inch she moved.
Dongwoo laughed at the sight and picked up the smallest of the spilled weights. Then he hung it on the already taut ring of the chain.
Click.
The added weight.
"Hyaaaaaagh!"
A sharp, tearing agony — as if the clitoris were being ripped out whole. The sensation of her fragile flesh splitting raced along every nerve in her body.
Dongwoo did not stop. He picked up a second weight and hooked it onto the ring. Then a third. A fourth. With each added weight, Jihyun's screams grew more shredded. Blood streamed from her cunt and soaked her thighs.
"I'm sorry... I was wrong... I, I was wrong...!"
She wailed and begged.
"For what?"
Dongwoo asked it innocently. He picked up the largest weight and dangled it in front of her eyes.
"What exactly did you do wrong?"
He grinned and hooked another weight onto the ring.
The weights kept multiplying. From small beads to lumps of iron the size of a grown man's fist. The clitoris bearing all that mass had already been pushed past its limit. The blood would not stop. It ran down her thighs and pooled on the floor. Her clit was so hideously swollen and stretched that its original shape was no longer recognizable.
"Still not enough?"
Dongwoo clicked his tongue and picked up the last remaining weight from the crate. The largest. The heaviest.
"Stop... please stop... it's tearing... it's going to tear...!"
Jihyun begged like a madwoman. Her voice was already gone, reduced to a cracked metallic rasp. She could feel it in her bones — that the most fragile piece of her had reached its limit.
Dongwoo paid her pleading no mind. He grinned and hung the final weight on the already precarious chain.
The instant the last weight was added.
Rrrrip—!
A hideous sound. Wet leather tearing — a thick, fibrous rupture. Jihyun's small clit, unable to bear the load, tore cleanly in two.
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH────!!!"
A death scream. A cry no one could believe had come from a human throat — as if the soul itself were being torn apart — filled the room. Her eyes rolled back. Foam and blood spilled from her mouth.
Yoo Jimin and Han Seoyeon froze at the sight. The weights, clotted with blood and scraps of flesh, dropped from between Jihyun's legs and rolled across the floor. From her split sex, blood fountained out.
"Oops."
Dongwoo merely shrugged.
"Pulled a little too hard. Already broken."
As if he had lost all interest, he looked away from Jihyun, who convulsed once and then went limp.
"How boring."
Pain. The entire world had been reduced to that single word.
Sprawled on the floor, Jihyun stared blankly at the blood and chunks of flesh spilling from between her legs. This used to be my body. Even sensation felt distant now.
An expensive shoe-toe entered her field of vision. Dongwoo looked down at Jihyun convulsing in the pool of blood with the expression of a child inspecting a broken toy. He clicked his tongue and crouched in front of her.
He reached out. A faint, warm green light bloomed from his palm. The light wrapped around her hideously torn wound.
What is this. This feeling.
The tearing agony vanished as if it had never existed. In its place, an unpleasant warmth — like something tickling every nerve in her body — enveloped the wound.
She could not believe her own eyes. The torn scraps of flesh began to twitch and crawl back into place, like a film running in reverse. The bleeding stopped. The ragged wound sealed itself smooth. In a matter of seconds, her clitoris had returned to its original form, as if it had never been torn at all. And on it, the silver ring — that badge of humiliation — still gleamed.
Confusion at a phenomenon she could not comprehend. And close on its heels, a horror that crawled up her spine.
This was not salvation.
This was a sentence to infinite hell.
Break it, and he would simply fix it and play with it again.
"See? All clean now."
Dongwoo smiled with satisfaction and flicked her regenerated sex with a finger.
Dongwoo murmured with satisfaction as he looked at Jihyun's perfectly restored sex. The green light fading from his hand vanished without a trace. Then, abruptly, he turned his head. His gaze found the other toy huddled in the corner of the room — Han Seoyeon.
"Ah. Right."
He clapped his hands like a student remembering forgotten homework.
"This bitch too. I've played with her so much she's started to go stale."
He stood and walked slowly toward Han Seoyeon. Seoyeon responded to the sound of his footsteps. She crawled on all fours and pressed her head to the floor at his feet. Her empty eyes still held nothing at all.
"Master... woof..."
Dongwoo clicked his tongue and laid a hand on her head. Once more, a warm green light bloomed from his palm. The light wrapped gently around Seoyeon's skull.
Yoo Jimin and Lee Jihyun watched, holding their breath. As if repairing a ruined body weren't enough — now he was going to fix a ruined mind as well? Just how far could this madman go?
Seoyeon's body twitched, faintly. In those vacant eyes, light began, very slowly, to return. The blurry focus sharpened. Emotion settled into the emptiness. Confusion. Terror. Shame.
"Wh... wh-where is..."
At last, a complete sentence broke from her lips. Not an idiot. Han Seoyeon. She had come back.
She looked down at her own naked body, at the dog collar locked around her throat, at the hideous clump of fur hanging between her legs. And then the fragments of memory came crashing in like a tidal wave.
"Ah... aah... AAAAAH!"
She clawed at her own hair and screamed. Everything she had been subjected to, everything she had done — all of it came back in perfect, merciless clarity.
Dongwoo watched and smiled with satisfaction.
"That's more like it. It's more fun when you take it with your mind intact, don't you think?"
The fog lifted.
The world's outlines, once hazy and blurred, snapped into a clarity so sharp it was cruel. The cold floor against her skin. The nauseating stench of blood mixed with semen. And the heavy, icy weight of steel tightening around her throat.
Memory.
Shattered strips of film began to play in her brain at a madman's speed. The dark alley on the night she was taken. The screaming. And Lee Dongwoo — that loser piece of shit — and his contemptuous laugh. Legs spreading against her will. Unidentifiable lumps of flesh rooting around inside her. The moans that had burst out of her at the border of pain and pleasure — sounds she refused to believe were her own. Master. Woof-woof. Herself on all fours, licking food off the floor. All of it came flooding in at once.
A precious body. She had lived with the entire world beneath her feet. A hothouse flower who made a fuss over the smallest scratch. For someone like her, the memories of the past several days were not the kind of thing a mind could bear.
"Ah..."
She looked down at her own hands. The grime packed under her nails. And her naked body. The red and blue marks left everywhere. The crude, black, hideous animal tail hanging from her hips.
"Ah, aah... AAAAAH!"
It was a scream of a soul being torn apart. She clawed at her own hair and thrashed across the floor. Her nails raked at the dog collar locked around her throat. Flesh gouged and blood ran, but she felt no pain.
Lee Jihyun watched and forgot even to breathe. This was the ending this room offered. Not the body — the soul, destroyed utterly. A vivid prophecy of what she herself would one day become.
"You're loud."
Dongwoo listened to that desperate screaming and frowned slightly. He stood and walked over to the convulsing Seoyeon. He seized her by the hair and forced her to look at him. A face smeared with tears and snot and blood. Terror and hatred tangled together in it.
"You'd better keep quiet before I break you all over again."
His voice was ice.