The Price of the Pinch
"N-no... p-please... my ovawy... don't cwush my ovawy..."
Foaming at the mouth, Hayan writhed and pleaded hysterically.
"I heard you bitches don't even have kids these days, so what's with the fucking fuss?" Seongil sneered.
"N-no... I'll have dem... I'll have babies... I p-pwomise I'll have babies... my ovawy... my pwicious ovawy, p-please let go..."
"You won't get an abortion?"
Seongil asked, continuing to mock her as he gripped the round ovary nestled beneath her torn abdominal wall.
"No abowtion... I won't... I'll never get an abowtion and I'll give biwth, so p-please give me back my ovawy..."
"How are we supposed to believe that?"
"Ah... ah..."
At Seongil's question, Hayan's eyes rolled around frantically, unable to find a focus.
"I pwomise... I'll never do anyting like abowtion again... p-please... p-please..."
But Hayan couldn't offer a satisfactory answer; she could only babble meaningless promises.
"So basically, you can't guarantee it. Is that it?"
"No... no... hic... p-please... if you give me back my ovawy, I'll never get an abowtion and I'll have a baby..."
"You hear that?! This cum-dumpster says she won't get an abortion!"
"Fucking hell, as if we'd believe that."
"My mom's a shaman, and I can clearly see the ghosts of aborted fetuses swarming all over this bitch's back."
Too consumed by pain and humiliation to grasp reality, Hayan turned her head back, her face pale with terror.
"Stupid bitch, she actually believed that."
"A bitch who's aborted once can easily do it twice."
Seongil's crew sneered.
"No!! No!! hic I won't get an abowtion! Never, hic, never again!!!"
The men cackled while Hayan, paralyzed with fear, began to hiccup uncontrollably.
"Damn... uh... what was your name again?" Seongil's voice softened, as if her pathetic display had moved him.
"Hayan... Kim Hayan..."
"Right. Since you're promising so hard, I'll believe you for now."
"T-thank you... t-thank you..."
Overcome with relief, Hayan let out a hot stream of urine with a loud *shhhhh*.
Warm steam rose from beneath her feet.
"But still, letting you off completely feels a bit disrespectful to the dead kid, doesn't it? So, we've come up with a compromise."
"Huh?... What... what do you..."
"I'll only crush one."
Squelch.
One of her ovaries ruptured inside Seongil's fist.
The cream-colored membrane tore open under the immense pressure.
The light-red mucus that had been tightly sealed inside burst out of the ruptured surface, and the tiny eggs that should have become babies spilled out through the torn flesh.
"?!?!??!?!@#&*(@!#&(*!@"
Hayan's eyes widened to their absolute limits in sheer disbelief.
Her lower abdomen heaved with ragged, gasping breaths, and despite the freezing winter night, cold sweat drenched her body.
Her mouth hung open, and bloody, foaming saliva bubbled over her lips.
"Ah... ah... agya...?!??!@&("
Only after several seconds—which felt like agonizing hours to Hayan—did the dull sensation finally begin to register.
The sensitive nerve tissue densely packed within her ovary tore apart like cheap fabric, sending a screaming echo of agony that first tickled her brain.
"No...?!?@!#&**&(!#*(! No..."
Hayan shook her head frantically.
She knew. She felt it in her gut.
This strange, numb sensation was merely the prelude to the excruciating pain that was about to follow.
No, the pain was already here.
Hayan was simply refusing to accept it.
With tears, snot, and bloody foam streaming from every orifice of her face like a grotesque clown, Hayan—
"Ugh... ugeeeehhhk!!! Aaaaargh!!!"
Finally understood.
The sheer, unadulterated agony of a ruptured ovary.
"Oeeehk!! Ugik?!?! Ugyaaaargh?!?!?@&#*("
To shake off the excruciating pain, Hayan began to violently thrust her hips back and forth in a rapid, rhythmic motion.
"Oahk?! It hurts?!* (This?.?! What?!@ Ugik?!() "
As she shook her hips in a staccato rhythm, spraying fluids from her crotch, her eyes rolled back and she shrieked bizarrely—looking exactly like a beast crazed on mating stimulants.
"Oaaahk?!? Ahg?! Ugyaaaaahk?!?!?@#"
At the exact same speed she was shaking her hips, but in the opposite direction, Hayan thrashed her head back and forth in a frantic headbang.
She looked like a bird rapidly pecking at seeds.
Except, unlike a bird eating, something was pouring out of her mouth rather than going in.
Gastric acid mixed with the bloody foam, gradually turning it a sickly yellow.
Like a toy bubble gun, a yellow-red mixture of bloody foam bubbled and sprayed in all directions from Hayan's mouth.
And then—
"Egh."
Hayan's body suddenly froze.
"K-kuh..."
Yellow and red foam bubbled over the tip of her protruding tongue like a grotesque topping.
Her back was arched so sharply that her upper body leaned backward, while her lower half thrust forward, exposing her mutilated groin.
From between her thrust-forward vaginal lips, a wet, squelching *splat, splat* echoed as fluids of pure agony squirted out like a water gun.
"Agya... agyaga...!@&*((??!!"
Hayan stiffened, her entire body seizing up in violent spasms, before—
"Bleeegh..."
She vomited weakly.
Her internal organs, seizing from the overloaded pain, had collectively shut down.
"G-geh... ugh..."
Her stomach and throat convulsed weakly, squeezing out yellow bile.
The bile trickled over her collarbones, down her cleavage, and past her belly button to her pubic mound, sticking to her skin like slow-moving volcanic magma.
"Ah, fuck, the metal detector!"
As the creeping vomit flowed over her pubic mound toward the handle of the metal detector shoved inside her vagina, Seongil panicked and grabbed the handle.
"Eghhhk...!!"
He yanked the metal detector hard, pulling Hayan's lower body forward with it.
"What the fuck is with this cunt's grip?!"
Just as Seongil said, the tight folds of Hayan's vagina clamped down hard on the shaft of the metal detector.
"K-kuh?! Egh?!"
A brief tug-of-war ensued between Hayan's vagina and the metal detector.
The vagina, which had been gripping the metal detector with all its might, finally began to give way.
But it wasn't the metal detector that let go.
It was the ligaments holding her vagina and uterus in place.
The thin ligaments connecting her pelvic wall and lower back snapped one by one with a sickening *rip, rip*.
Still clamped around the metal detector, Hayan's uterus slowly began to protrude from her vaginal opening, revealing its pale pink flesh.
"Ugik?!"
Then, the remaining ligaments snapped all at once, and Hayan's vagina and uterus were violently forced out of her body.
It was a complete Uterine Prolapse.
"Fuck... it got on it..."
However, the tug-of-war between Seongil and Hayan's vagina ended in Seongil's defeat.
He had been too slow to pull it out, and some of the vomit had smeared onto the device.
"Fucking disgusting!"
Unable to contain his rage, Seongil whipped the metal detector across Hayan's breasts with all his might.
Her plump breasts jiggled like pudding, leaving a long, dark-blue bruise in the weapon's wake.
"G-geh... kuh..."
The impact of the blow caused another wave of vomit to surge up her throat.
The thick, sticky vomit drenched her soft pubic area, coating the pale pink Uterine Prolapse that hung out of her vaginal opening like a protruding tongue.
"Looks like a hot dog."
"Where the hell do you find a hot dog that disgusting?"
Seongil's crew stared in disgust at the inverted uterus hanging between her labia majora.
It was a truly grotesque sight—a mass of pink flesh with raw, pulsing red veins, now covered in vomit.
To make matters worse, the ruptured ovary and collapsed uterine wall were slowly oozing out of the round cervix, looking like an alien tongue spitting venom.
Such a repulsive sight would be hard for anyone to enjoy, save for a few "connoisseurs" with a fetish for Uterine Prolapse.
"It huwts... it huwts... it huwts... it huwts... ahg..."
Hayan writhed on the ground as if she had forgotten the freezing snow beneath her.
Every time she convulsed, the pale pink Uterine Prolapse protruding from between her shapely cheeks wiggled like a tail.
"S-save me... p-put it back... my womb... p-put it back... p-please put it back..."
Hayan continued to smear her bodily fluids across the snow as she desperately begged.
"Fuck... any of you guys a doctor?"
"As if."
"True, if we were doctors, we wouldn't be here..."
"What do we do with it?"
The men debated what to do with Hayan's prolapsed uterus. Then—
"Fuck it, why overcomplicate things?"
"Aaaaargh!!!"
Seongil stomped his combat boot directly onto Hayan's Uterine Prolapse.
The pale pink mass of flesh was crushed flat against the freezing snow.
"K-kuh... it huwts... it huwts... ah..."
Hayan gasped for air, her body shaking in violent, breathless spasms.
"She's going to die anyway. Let's just throw her in the cage and go inside."
Seongil spat on Hayan's face.
"Fucking filthy..."
He wiped the vomit off the metal detector using the clothes that had belonged to Hayan.
"I'm heading in first."
"Already?"
"Why, does looking at this bitch make you want to take turns on her?"
"Well... not really, no."
"Yeah, she's unusable like this."
Staring at Hayan, who lay covered in vomit with her uterus hanging out, the men shook their heads in disgust.
"See? I'm going inside. It's fucking freezing. Clean up the rest and get inside."
"Yes, sir."
"Got it."
Following Seongil's orders, Taehyun and the rest of the men busied themselves cleaning up.
They gathered all of Hayan's discarded clothes and belongings.
The traitorous bitch's possessions were returned to their rightful place.
Into the hands of their true masters—men.
As the men were gathering her things,
"N-no... not dis... d-don't take it..."
Hayan clutched her handbag tightly, as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
"Fucking bitches and their obsession with luxury brands..."
"Let go, you stupid bitch! We'll put it to better use than you ever could!"
The men struggled with Hayan for a moment before,
"Just let her have it," Taehyun intervened.
"But this looks pretty expensive, doesn't it?"
"It'll get ruined. Just search it and take it later."
"Tsk."
At Taehyun's command, the men tossed the bag back to the ground in annoyance.
Hayan scrambled forward and clutched the bag to her chest.
Yet, she paid no mind to the prolapsed uterus hanging from between her thighs.
Stripped of her femininity, with nothing but greed remaining—she was the perfect epitome of a modern woman of the Republic of Korea.