True Education for the Illustrator of 'That Finger' - Part 6
“Kyaaaah!!! What are you doing?! What do you think you're doing?!”
Hayan clutched her crotch, rolling around on the snowy ground and screaming at the top of her lungs.
Rubbing her back against the ground while her legs flailed wildly in the air, she looked like a beginner attempting some bizarre, eccentric breakdance.
“What does it look like we're doing? We're ripping off that disgusting piece of shit.”
Seongil sneered, looking down at Hayan.
“Why!!! Why would you... ghk... my piercing...”
But Seongil's words didn't register with Hayan; she could only shriek in agony.
“I told you, it looked retarded, so we removed it for you.”
“Fuck, she really doesn't get it, does she?”
“Should we rip out her clitoris too?”
“Female circumcision... I think I've heard of that before.”
“That's the thing they do to keep those bitches from throwing their cunts around carelessly, right?”
“Yeah. If they lose their erogenous zone, they won't want to have sex.”
“Sounds like exactly what this bitch needs.”
“I'll go grab some pliers.”
“Bring 'em over. Ripping out her clit is gonna be fucking hilarious.”
The men chuckled, chatting casually.
Before long, Taehyun, who had slipped inside the building for a moment, returned with a pair of wire cutters in his hand.
“...Are you sure those are safe for medical use?”
One of the men asked, visibly taken aback by the terrifyingly rusty state of the pliers.
“Dunno~”
Seongil replied playfully, mimicking the internet meme.
“She's gonna die anyway, so who gives a shit if it's medical grade or not? And besides...”
He snickered.
“Aren't you guys fucking curious to see what happens when a cunt gets tetanus?”
“...”
“...”
A heavy silence fell over the group at Seongil's brilliant suggestion.
“Ugh... ahhh... screeech...”
Meanwhile, Hayan was so consumed by the blinding pain that she couldn't even process the horrific discussion taking place regarding her clitoris.
After a brief silence,
“That is a fucking retarded idea.”
“Let's do it right now.”
The men immediately agreed with Seongil.
They say men never truly grow up; Seongil and his crew practically reverted to childhood, giddy with excitement at the prospect of ripping out Hayan's clitoris.
But then,
“Save that for later.”
Byeongji, who had returned unnoticed, stepped in to stop them.
“Why, boss?”
“Honestly, you know you want to see it too.”
Complaints erupted from the group.
“If you want to do it that badly, pick one of those bitches over there.”
Byeongji pointed toward the cage packed with naked female bodies.
“Aw, those bitches are ugly as fuck.”
“They're only good for pig feed at this point.”
More complaints followed.
“I think they look pretty hot, though?”
“Boss, do you have some kind of weird fetish?”
“You guys just have your standards too high...”
Just as Byeongji said, the women in the cage weren't actually "ugly."
They had simply been broken by the freezing cold and the subsequent, relentless sexual abuse and torture that paid absolutely no heed to whether they lived or died.
Judging by their underlying features, they must have originally had quite "fuckable" faces.
“And you guys should've paced yourselves... How are we supposed to use them when you've completely wrecked them like that?”
Byeongji clicked his tongue, adding to his scolding.
“Well, who told them to be feminists with faces like that?”
“If those dumb bitches had just lived quietly according to their looks, they wouldn't have ended up like this. We beat them because they were being insolent.”
“Do you guys only beat people with your dicks?”
“There's honestly nothing better than a meat club when it comes to beating cunts.”
“Exactly. No matter how toxic a bitch is, once you shove it up her cunt...”
One of the men kicked the iron bars of the cage.
“Kyaah!!”
A woman let out a shrill shriek.
She had been gang-raped so severely that bloody urine, mixed with blood dripping from her torn vagina due to internal organ failure, trickled down, soaking her deathly pale buttocks.
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a stupid feminist. I'm sorry. Please stop raping me. Please let me go home. I'm sorry. Please stop stuffing things inside me. Please. Please. Please.”
The woman covered her face, her hands trembling violently as she begged repeatedly.
Two of the fingers covering her face were broken and dangling limply, while three others had their fingernails completely ripped off.
“See? Now that's a real woman.”
“She's got that submissive charm now.”
Seongil's crew snickered, mocking the woman trapped inside the cage.
“I get that you're pissed... but at least keep them alive until the execution.”
Just as Byeongji said, the men felt a deep sense of betrayal.
Previously, the dominant public perception was that "feminism" was only practiced by "pigs" or "ugly bitches"—women with severe physical defects.
However, with the publication of the death list—variously called the list of feminists, behind-the-scenes instigators, or the Fifth Column—that perception was shattered in an instant.
In fact, it's the perfectly normal-looking bitches who are feminists!
Feminism, which had been dismissed as a psychopathological symptom of a tiny minority, was revealed to be widely and deeply shared across mainstream female society.
This country and its women were far more rotten than anyone had imagined.
The belief that "a woman with a decent face already enjoys enough privileges, so she wouldn't bother with feminism" was shattered, and the resulting sense of betrayal turned into pure, unadulterated rage.
Naturally, seeing those who already have everything demand even more feels far more unjust than those who have nothing wanting a piece. Thus, attempts to correct this perceived injustice began.
The primary tool for this correction was violence.
And to that violence, sexual amusement was added.
“They're gonna die anyway, so we might as well have some fun.”
“Hey, protocol is important.”
“Yeah, yeah. Got it.”
The man gave a half-hearted reply to Byeongji's scolding.
“Geez, you guys are fucking psychos. Anyway, I'm heading inside.”
Byeongji shoved his hands into his pockets and walked back toward the highway administration building.
“Yep, get some rest, boss.”
“We'll have a bit more fun before we head in.”
“Don't go overboard!”
Byeongji warned them once more before disappearing inside.
“Yeah, 'moderation'...”
“...is definitely not happening, right?”
“Well, the boss probably didn't mean it literally anyway.”
Seongil and his crew snickered.
“Hey, you fucking cunt!”
Seongil lightly kicked Hayan's head.
“...”
Hayan didn't answer.
“What's up with her?”
“Is she dead already?”
The men stirred, but—
“Oh, she's still breathing.”
They sighed in relief after placing a finger under her nose to confirm her breath.
“Fucking bitch, giving us a scare... Hey, pull her up!”
At Seongil's command, Taehyun and another man grabbed Hayan by both shoulders and hauled her up.
“Pliers...”
Seongil held out his hand like a lead surgeon.
“Here you go.”
Another man handed him the pliers that had been lying nearby, and Seongil took them.
“Let's see... you fucking bitch... where should I start pulling...”
Seongil tapped Hayan's front teeth one by one, contemplating, and then—
“Kyaaaaaah!!!!!!”
He twisted and ripped out one of her canines.
“Wow, look at those healthy teeth.”
Seongil casually tossed aside Hayan's canine, which was still clamped in the teeth of the pliers.
“Ah... ghk... it hurts... my... tooth... it hurts... what do I do...”
Hayan shuddered, desperately trying to cover her torn gums with her lips.
“Hey, cunt, you awake now?”
Seongil tapped her head repeatedly as he asked.
“Ah... hurts... hurts...”
But Hayan couldn't give a proper answer.
“Want me to pull another one?”
“N-No... I'm sorry... please don't pull them...”
As Seongil continued to threaten her, Hayan shrieked, her body trembling violently as she begged.
“Good. Because we're not done yet.”
“W-What else?”
“The contraband inspection.”
“Sob... I... I'm completely naked... even all my piercings are...”
“There's still one place left.”
“Where...?”
“Your cunt hole, you stupid bitch.”
Seongil smirked and picked up the long metal detector again.
“Hold her tight.”
“Got it.”
“No..! What are you doing... let go of me! Let go of meee!!!”
Hayan flailed her legs, her arms pinned securely.
Warm urine sprayed like a sprinkler from between her plump labia, splashing down her slender legs.
“Stay still, you fucking bitch.”
Seongil grabbed Hayan by the hair and aimed the tip of the metal detector right between her thighs.
Then, without a shred of hesitation or mercy, he shoved the metal detector deep inside her vagina.
A sickening squelch echoed as the ligaments anchoring her vaginal muscles twisted violently.
“Ah... screeech...”
Hayan's eyes stretched wide in sheer disbelief, her mouth gasping like a fish out of water.
The length of the handheld metal detector, excluding the handle, was a whopping thirty centimeters.
In other words, it was more than long enough to easily obliterate a woman's vagina.
The rough surface of the metal detector scraped mercilessly against her vaginal walls.
And—
“Ahk... urghhh!!”
With just a few thrusts, Hayan's vaginal canal was completely shredded.
The horizontal vaginal rugae stretched to their absolute limit before tearing apart, layer by layer.
Like imitation crab meat being shredded along its fibers, raw, crimson flesh was exposed along the torn folds of her vagina.
“Gyah?!! Ughhh?!? Screeech?!?!”
The thick, blunt metal detector brutally ravaged Hayan's delicate flesh.
“Ahk?!? Gyah?!? Urghhh?!?!?”
Using her vaginal opening as a fulcrum, the long rod twisted her vagina and uterus in every direction.
Forward, backward, and sideways. Her vaginal muscles twisted amidst her internal organs, and her uterus danced a horrific dance of agony.
“It hurts!! Please pull it out?! Pull it out?! Ughhh?!”
Belatedly recognizing the foreign object inside, her vaginal mucosa desperately secreted fluids, but it was far too late.
The secretions, thick with shredded mucous membrane and ruptured capillaries, oozed out in a viscous, bloody mess.
“Ahk?! Dat?!?! Not dat way! It's tearing!! My uterus is tearing apart!!!”
As he increased the angle and intensity of the metal detector's movements, her vagina and uterus began to slowly tear away from their anatomical positions.
The thin muscles extending from her pelvis and lower back to anchor her reproductive organs stretched to impossible lengths.
Her uterus swayed violently along with the foreign object inside her, and the supporting muscles began to slowly tear.
The agonizing sensation of her pelvis and reproductive organs being ripped apart—a fresh, novel pain that no woman would ever experience in her lifetime—scrambled Hayan's mind.
“P-Pwease!! Just pull it out already!!!”
Hayan continued to beg, but—
“How do we know what kind of contraband you've hidden inside your cunt? Since we're checking, we might as well make sure...”
Seongil, who had been shaking the metal detector around, flicked his wrist to push the handle forward, and then—
“Ahk.”
He pulled it back with all his might.
Like a lever, her uterus swung violently back and forth using her vaginal opening as a pivot point, until the strained ligaments finally snapped with a sharp pop.
Ultimately, her uterus and vagina tore completely free from the supporting ligaments, slipping out of their proper positions.
“Hurts... hurts... ghk...”
Hayan's eyes rolled back as she lost consciousness, white foam bubbling from her lips.
“The dumb bitch fainted again.”
“Bitches these days act so tough, but they're weak as shit.”
“Cunts are supposed to be beaten, but they ended up like this because nobody did. That's why we're giving her a true education, right?”
Seongil chatted with his crew while casually wiggling the metal detector still impaled inside her vagina.
“Ugh, gyah.”
Even in her unconscious state, Hayan's body twitched, letting out weak, involuntary groans.
“Let's see...”
Seongil carefully adjusted his grip, and then—
“There.”
He pulled the handle of the metal detector, pushing something deep within her abdomen up against her belly.
“This is your uterus.”
“First time seeing one 'through the stomach' like that.”
With its supporting ligaments severed, the displaced uterus was pushed by the metal detector, bulging visibly beneath the skin of her abdomen.
“Wake up, you fucking cunt.”
Seongil grabbed the firm lump of muscle—her uterus—right through her abdominal wall.
“Ahk?!?”
The sensation of her uterus being squeezed directly—a feeling she had absolutely never experienced before—instantly jolted Hayan back to consciousness.
“What is... ah... what is that... what is that...”
“What does it look like? It's your uterus.”
“No... don't... touch... dat... it's impowtant... my pwacious uterus...”
“You know what's even more important than this?”
Seongil shifted his hand slightly, kneading her belly fat, and then—
“This.”
He squeezed the ovary buried beneath her abdominal wall with his thumb and forefinger with all his might.