You Want Me to Eat From a Dog Bowl?
"Well then."
Lee Dongwoo surveyed his three broken toys. The one who'd screamed herself unconscious. The one who'd just clawed her way back from hell. And the one who'd gone silent, paralyzed with terror.
"I suppose I should start with the rewards."
Looking almost cheerful, he walked over to the small refrigerator in the corner of the room. When he opened the door, two steaming bowls came into view — one holding a thick-cut steak of the finest tenderloin, seared to a perfect crust, the other a simple bowl of white rice porridge. He carried them over and set them down on the floor. They were steel dog bowls.
"Here. This one's for the winner — Yoo Jimin."
Lee Dongwoo slid the steak in front of Yoo Jimin. The sizzle of seared meat filled the room, along with the rich, savory smell of dripping juices. A rumble erupted from her stomach, loud enough to be humiliating. She stared at the bowl and waited for her master's permission, not daring to lay a finger on it.
"And this one... is for Han Seoyeon."
He set the porridge in front of Han Seoyeon, who had come back to her senses and was trembling violently.
"You lost, but you still put on a pretty entertaining show. Consider this a special reward."
His voice was almost merciful. That mercy only made her tremble harder.
And the loser? What about me?
Lee Jihyun stared at the scene, dazed. In front of her there was nothing but the cold, empty floor. The humiliation crushed her far more than the hunger ever could.
"Eat."
The instant the word left Lee Dongwoo's mouth, Yoo Jimin buried her face in the bowl like a dog. The wet, ravenous sounds of a beast devouring its prey filled the room. He watched with a satisfied smile, then jerked his chin toward Lee Jihyun, who was still staring at the empty floor.
"You... lick their bowls when they're done."
His voice was ice. At his feet, the world seemed to stop.
Yoo Jimin had jammed her face into the steak the instant the order left his mouth, shoving the meat between her teeth like a stray that hadn't eaten in days, chewing with a ferocity that suggested she'd grind through bone if she had to. Hot juices ran down her chin. She didn't care. In this moment, survival was everything — this single piece of meat might be the rope that saved her from whatever punishment came next.
But Han Seoyeon was different.
Now that her mind had returned, what sat in front of her was no longer a reward. It was a blatant insult. She planted her trembling hands on the floor and slowly pushed herself upright. The dog collar around her neck gave a soft jingle. Her gaze flicked between the steaming porridge in the dog bowl and Lee Dongwoo, who sat on the sofa watching her like a spectator at a show.
"Are you... telling me..."
Her lips quivered.
Hatred, contempt, and a pride that still hadn't broken mixed in her voice. It was the last scrap of dignity from a queen who had once held the world beneath her feet.
Lee Dongwoo grinned at her resistance, looking almost delighted. He rose slowly from the sofa and walked toward her.
"That's right. A dog bowl."
He crouched right in front of her and looked her dead in the eye.
"For a bitch like you, isn't this the perfect dish?"
Han Seoyeon couldn't answer. She just clenched her teeth and glared at him with eyes full of rage.
"Don't want it? Then starve."
Lee Dongwoo shrugged and kicked her bowl with the tip of his foot. The white porridge spilled across the floor, mixing with the filthy dust.
"Or... if you don't want it, I'll just give it to the others."
His gaze shifted to Yoo Jimin, still eating like a dog, and Lee Jihyun, still staring at the empty floor. The spilled porridge. Han Seoyeon sneering down at it. And Lee Jihyun beside her, wasting away with hunger. A playful glint flickered in Lee Dongwoo's eyes as he took in the tableau. He grinned and picked up the bowl he'd kicked.
"Ah. I just had a great idea."
He set the half-full bowl right under Lee Jihyun's nose. Mixed with the filthy dust from the floor, it no longer even resembled food.
"Hungry?"
His voice was almost tender.
"Want to eat?"
Lee Jihyun's eyes locked onto the pig slop in the bowl. Thunder rolled through her stomach. She was hungry. Insanely hungry. But the moment she ate this, she would truly become a dog. A beast. Livestock. Her reason fought desperately, but her instincts had already bowed their head. She couldn't bring herself to speak. She just nodded, barely, and glanced up at Lee Dongwoo with glistening eyes. The sight was indistinguishable from a stray dog waiting for its master's judgment.
Lee Dongwoo watched Lee Jihyun's pitiful nod and smiled, cold as a snake. He pushed the porridge bowl even closer to her face.
"You want to eat?"
He asked in a voice like honey.
"Too bad. Losers don't get to eat just like that."
He tilted the bowl slightly. The white porridge, mixed with filthy dust, sloshed as if it might spill at any second.
"See, a loser can only eat what she expels herself."
Expel?
Lee Jihyun's brain refused to process the word. She stared blankly at Lee Dongwoo's face. What is he talking about. Expel. Expel what. Hunger, terror, and a situation she couldn't comprehend had turned her mind into chaos. She could only look at him with the confused eyes of a child.
"Expel."
Lee Dongwoo snickered at the stupid look on Lee Jihyun's face — she clearly had no idea what the word meant. From the corner of the room, he picked up an enormous syringe, the kind you'd use on a horse. It was metal. Cold. Grotesque. He dipped the tip into the dog bowl, then slowly drew back the piston, sucking the filthy, dust-mixed white porridge up into the barrel. With a wet gurgle, the pale, murky liquid filled the syringe. He dangled it in front of Lee Jihyun's eyes.
"With this,"
He pointed to the long, sharp metal tip.
"I'm going to give you an enema through your ass, and you can only eat what comes back out. Get it now, you dumb bitch?"
Her ass. An enema.
The words finally sank into Lee Jihyun's skull. As if her front hole hadn't been enough. Now her back hole too. It felt like the last shred of her human dignity was being stripped bare. She shook her head. Or rather, she tried to. But her body, exhausted by hunger, refused to obey her will.
"I don't..."
A feeble refusal leaked from her lips. But the sound was drowned out by the rumble from her stomach. No. The word rose all the way to her throat, but it wouldn't come out. Her body had already given up resisting. Her pride had been torn to shreds, and her soul was drowning in terror. If she could just end this terrible hunger.
Lee Dongwoo read the surrender in her eyes. He smiled with satisfaction and made Lee Jihyun get down on all fours. There was no resistance. She obediently assumed the position, ass raised like a bitch in heat. He pressed the cold metal nozzle of the enormous syringe against the entrance of her anus. And without hesitation, he shoved it in.
"Hhk—!"
A foreign sensation stabbed through her guts. Her body flinched, but that was all. Lee Dongwoo began slowly pushing the piston forward.
Gllrrrk...
The contents of the syringe flowed into her rectum. Even cooled, the porridge was still hotter than her body temperature, sliding along her inner walls.
"Hhaaah... aah! Ah!"
She buried her face in the floor and swallowed her screams. Shame, the alien sensation, and hunger tangled together and tore through her mind. As the porridge filled her intestines, her belly swelled as if it would burst.
"Alright. Now."
Lee Dongwoo said it as he pulled out the empty syringe.
"Shit it out. You can only eat what you shit."
Her guts twisted. The injected porridge mixed with the filth already inside her, screaming to burst out. Lee Jihyun clenched her ass and tried desperately to hold it in. But the more she held it, the more the pain doubled back on her. She crawled forward on all fours and pressed her face into the floor. She bore down.
A wet, sputtering rush. Then a heavy splat.
Something thin, filthy, and disgusting poured from her anus — a horrific slurry of white rice porridge and yellow shit. It steamed as it hit the floor, forming a puddle that reeked with a terrible stench. She couldn't believe it had come from her own body. The tears she'd been holding back poured from Lee Jihyun's eyes like a waterfall. All the strength left her body, and she collapsed onto the floor.
"That's it. That's exactly it."
Lee Dongwoo watched the scene and smiled with satisfaction. He crouched in front of the horrified Lee Jihyun and pointed a finger at the filthy waste spilled across the floor.
"Make sure you eat every last bit."
He whispered it tenderly.
"You used to force-feed me dragonflies when we were kids, remember?"
A hatred that had been aging for over a decade glittered in his eyes, cold and terrifying.