The Savage Morning Feast
He was about to leave the room when he suddenly turned back, as if remembering something. His gaze landed on the bed sheet stained with semen and blood.
“Ah, and the thing you spilled, clean it with the sheet. You can’t give your bed to other bitches. You have to manage what you use yourself.”
His words crushed even her faint hope. Your bed.
This hellish space had become his. Whether she got pregnant or not, she would never escape this room—a cruel brand.
Dongwoo whistled and left the bedroom. Time to receive the morning greetings from the remaining two toys.
The door closed, and only Yoo Jimin remained in the room. She slowly moved her gaze to her lower abdomen. Maybe, already.
Hot tears began to flow from her eyes again.
Dongwoo whistled as he left the bedroom.
The morning sunlight clearly illuminated the traces of madness that had continued all night.
His gaze reached a corner of the living room.
Two shadows. Under a blanket on the floor, Han Seoyeon and Lee Jihyun were hugging each other.
During the night, the warmth in the room had cooled all the way to the floor.
The instinct to survive. The two relied on each other’s body heat to barely endure the night.
Lee Jihyun, covered in bruises, tightly hugged the unconscious Han Seoyeon.
Han Seoyeon, with empty eyes staring into space, instinctively dug into the warm place.
A look of contempt crossed Dongwoo’s lips at this sight.
“What?”
He kicked the empty wine bottle at his feet. With a clinking sound, both women’s shoulders flinched simultaneously.
“Did you two even hear the call of love?”
He slowly approached the two women looking up at him with fearful eyes.
“Look at that. The trash licking each other.”
His voice was so soft that it actually pierced their ears like a blade.
Dongwoo walked to the kitchen, took out milk and a large dog food bowl from the fridge.
He placed the dog food bowl on the floor, poured leftover steak pieces from yesterday and cold milk into it.
Then sprinkled a handful of cereal randomly. The dog food was complete.
He kicked the bowl with his foot, pushing it to the center of the living room. With a clank, it scraped their nerves.
“Here.”
“Breakfast.”
His voice was incredibly cheerful.
“Only the bitch who runs over first and licks it gets to eat. First come, first served.”
At those words, Lee Jihyun’s body reacted first. Hunger. Her stomach, which had been a punching bag all night, was empty.
Without hesitation, she crawled toward the dog food bowl on all fours. Pride was a luxury in front of hunger.
Han Seoyeon didn’t move. She just blankly watched Lee Jihyun crawling.
At that moment, the bedroom door opened and Yoo Jimin staggered out.
Due to receiving Dongwoo’s semen all night, she couldn’t properly support her legs.
Her eyes also caught the dog food bowl in the center of the living room.
“Wow, a new competitor appeared?”
Dongwoo smiled happily at the sight.
Lee Jihyun first pressed her nose into the bowl and started licking like a beast.
She licked the steak pieces soaked in milk, put them in her mouth, and slurped.
Then Yoo Jimin roughly pushed her aside and took her place.
She also pressed her face into the bowl and started eating the dog food.
With one bowl of dog food, the two women began growling and fighting like animals.
They clawed at each other, pushed, and pulled each other’s hair. Their only goal was to eat at least one more bite of that dog food. Nothing else.
Dongwoo sat on the sofa, enjoying this beautiful sight like morning drama. His morning had begun like this.
The two women growled like beasts over one dog food bowl.
Yoo Jimin, despite being tormented all night, tightly hugged the bowl, and Lee Jihyun, eyes bloodshot from hunger, grabbed her hair.
With one steak piece between them, the two women who had been in the same situation yesterday bared their nails at each other.
“Kuk, kuk… It’s mine… This is mine…!”
“Move aside, you fucking bitch! I was first…!”
Watching this desperate fight, a funny thought suddenly crossed Dongwoo’s face.
He slowly stood from the sofa and walked to the center of the fight.
“Ah, right.”
As if remembering an important fact, he clapped his hands.
“I promised Jimin breakfast, didn’t I.”
At those words, the movements of both women stopped simultaneously. A promise.
That one word created an invisible wall between the two. Lee Jihyun helplessly let go of Yoo Jimin’s hair.
Dongwoo went to the kitchen, took out another dog food bowl.
He poured the remaining steak and milk, cereal into it and threw it in front of Lee Jihyun.
“You worked hard cleaning yesterday, so you deserve a reward too.”
Now there were two bowls. The two no longer needed to fight. They pressed their noses into their respective bowls and started licking the dog food greedily.
Milk splashed, cereal scattered. It was a perfect scene of training.
He watched the two women eating with satisfaction. Then his gaze turned to the last toy sitting motionless in the corner.
Han Seoyeon.
A gurgling sound came from her stomach too, but she didn’t move.
She had become an empty doll that couldn’t even properly sense the sensation of hunger.
Dongwoo picked up the largest steak piece from Lee Jihyun’s bowl. Then approached Han Seoyeon, waving the meat in front of her nose.
“Here, do you want to eat?”
Her hazy eyes faintly looked toward the meat. A trace of the last survival instinct.
Dongwoo smiled wickedly at her reaction. Then brought the meat chunk to his own mouth and chewed and swallowed it.
“Sorry. Since you didn’t do anything today, I can’t give you any.”
His words were a cruel death sentence that erased even her last reason for existence.
In the corner, the motionless doll slowly lifted its head.
Han Seoyeon’s empty eyes looked toward the two women licking dog food like beasts in the center of the living room.
Pain as if her stomach was gnawing itself.
Her mouth opened very slightly. A slurred sound leaked through the newly implanted rubber teeth.
“…I… I have to… eat…?”
She desperately tried to make sounds with her tongue.
“…Must… eat…?”
Her voice was faint like a leaking air, but enough to stop all sounds in the room.
The movements of Yoo Jimin and Lee Jihyun eating dog food stopped simultaneously.
Dongwoo turned his head to look at Han Seoyeon at her question.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
The toy he thought completely broken was trying to move on its own. Hunger. It was the most primal and surest motivation.
He didn’t answer. Instead, his gaze slowly moved to Yoo Jimin.
Yoo Jimin unconsciously shrank her body at his gaze.
She was still tormented by the illusion that his semen was wriggling in her lower abdomen.
“Jimin-ah.”
Dongwoo called her name with such tenderness.
“When was your broadcast?”
The content of the question was extremely out of place. This hellish space and the word ‘broadcast’.
Two worlds strangely connected by his one word.
Yoo Jimin’s brain refused to understand the meaning of the question. She just blankly looked at him.
Lee Jihyun, hearing the conversation, felt a chill down her spine. Broadcast. Does that mean the outside world still exists for that woman?
This was the beginning of a new hierarchy.
Meanwhile, Dongwoo, looking blankly at Jimin, pointed to Han Seoyeon with his chin.
“Would it be difficult to have this kind of Han Seoyeon appear on the broadcast?”
He stroked his chin as if really pondering.
“You can’t even speak properly, your face is a mess. It’s not a good look.”
Hearing those words, Lee Jihyun realized. Ah, now she’s trying to take away even that woman’s ‘world’.
It was a clear declaration that it wouldn’t end with humiliation in this room.
In Yoo Jimin’s stomach, the semen he had poured all night and the dog food she just ate seemed to be mixing and refluxing. She unconsciously covered her mouth.
“Still, we have to use it somehow.”
Dongwoo smiled faintly. In his eyes sparkled the gleam of a businessman who had come up with a very clever idea.
“Make her makeup heavy, put a muzzle so she can’t speak. Or just process it as ‘subtitles’. ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Thank you, Master.’ That’s enough.”
He admired his perfect plan.
“How about it? I’m making her appear as a ‘special guest’ on your broadcast. A famous BJ and her speechless pet. The ratings will skyrocket, right?”
His words were the sound of a hammer completely shattering Jimin’s last remaining world.
Ratings. Special guest.
Those words dug into Han Seoyeon’s empty brain. What happens in this room.
This hell. Is it going out to the screen that everyone sees?
Just imagining that, the last survival instinct switch in her body turned on.
“Th… that…”
A broken machine-like sound leaked from her mouth.
Slurred pronunciation with spit through the rubber teeth.
She desperately crawled on all fours.
Her body dragging on the floor hurt, but she had no leisure to feel it. She crawled to Dongwoo’s feet and grabbed his pants leg.
“Oh?”
Dongwoo raised his eyebrows at the new sensation of a completely broken doll clinging to his leg.
“…No… other things… not allowed…?”
With the rubber teeth, the slurred speech.