A Dog's Cage
A short while later,
Hayan was transferred into a steel cage inside the parking lot.
Although a plausible-looking sign reading "Detention Center" had been sloppily erected nearby, in reality, it was nothing more than a haphazard stack of rusted cages meant for large dogs.
At a rough glance, there were dozens of cages, but the number of female bodies crammed inside had already far exceeded capacity.
Because of this, multiple women were stuffed into each individual cage.
Naturally, because they were cages, the tops were completely open, allowing the sleet to relentlessly drift inside.
Fine grains of snow landed on bruised, battered flesh and melted, continuously stealing away the women's remaining body heat.
"Cold... so cold..."
"Mom... Mommy..."
"I want to go home... I'm going home... Let me go home... *Sob*..."
The naked women had been so severely abused that they were in a truly wretched state.
Their entire bodies were covered in dark bruises; some had broken fingers or ripped-out fingernails, while others suffered from fractured, twisted, or dislocated bones.
"He... hehehe... hehe... It's so funny... these people... *giggle*... they're so pathetic..."
"Why can't I sleep... I have a date with Oppa tomorrow..."
"Haha... ahaha... Look at my pussy, it's full of cum... So fucking dirty, goddammit... Hehe... I'm going to get pregnant again... I got raped again... Uhuhu..."
It was painfully obvious that they were not only physically broken, but emotionally and mentally devastated as well.
Some laughed, some wept, and others huddled in corners with hollow, lifeless eyes as if they were already dead.
Hayan was violently shoved into one of these cages.
"Cold... *shiver*... so cold..."
Hayan huddled, her teeth chattering violently.
"It hurts... *sob*... It's too cold... My pussy... What do I do about my pussy... *sob*..."
Her prolapsed vaginal muscles, still turned inside out from the uterine prolapse, protruded like a lolling tongue from between her thighs.
She desperately wanted to push it back inside, but even the slightest touch brought an agonizing pain as if her genitals were being carved out, leaving her too terrified to try.
It was a psychological state similar to a child who, terrified of the pain of a cavity treatment, dreads going to the dentist.
"*Sob*... My pussy... my uterus... they're completely ruined... I think my pussy is dead... *sob*..."
The exposed vaginal tissue had gradually changed color, shifting from pink to red, then to a dark crimson, and now to a bruised purple.
Along with the color, the nature of the pain transformed as well.
The sharp, tearing agony gave way to a burning sensation; the burning turned into a crushing pressure; and now, that pressure had morphed into the dull, itchy ache of severe frostbite.
The blood vessels and nerves in her genitals were dying, reducing her to a piece of sterile, useless meat.
"*Sob*... *hic*... I have to put it back... If I don't put it back soon, I won't ever be able to get pregnant..."
Wanting to save at least her one remaining ovary, Hayan clung to the steel bars and begged.
But every time she did, the men beat her and stomped on her prolapsed flesh.
She couldn't take any more pain.
Hayan simply buried her face between her slender legs and continued to weep.
The prolapsed tissue dragging against the freezing asphalt floor felt unbearably cold and painful.
A short while later,
The snow began to fall more heavily.
"What should we do with these bitches?"
"If they freeze to death... wait, at this rate, they actually might die."
"Fucking Meteorological Administration. They can't get the weather right to save their lives..."
"I heard that place is overrun with broads too."
"No wonder. Fucking bitches. Seriously, there isn't a single organization that runs properly once women start opening their loud mouths."
"We'll have to destroy them too, eventually."
"True. But for now, let's figure out what to do with these ones."
"Why don't we just let them die?"
"Hmm... that's not a bad idea, but..."
As the civil unrest dragged on for days, even killing them had become a tedious chore.
At first, they had simply drowned them in rivers or sewage treatment plants, but since administrative procedures required them to preserve at least some remains, they had to manually execute them one by one.
The number of women already dead or executed was double the number currently crammed into the cages.
The dozens of cages before them had been emptied and refilled several times over.
During this process, a few weak-willed members had complained of PTSD and gone home.
Consequently, the members remaining here were the elite of the elite, heavily armed with an "anti-feminist zeitgeist."
However, they were still human beings who suffered from fatigue, and disposing of all these female bodies was becoming a major headache.
They relieved their stress by raping and sexually torturing them in between, but even that became difficult when the survival rate was poor.
"Actually, if they all die, it'll cause another headache. Let's keep them alive for now."
"Should we bring them inside then?"
"No, not that..."
After a brief discussion, the men called over some guards and distributed tattered blankets and a few hot packs to the women in the cages.
The blankets and hot packs were strictly rationed, calculated based on the "minimum body temperature required to prevent freezing to death" that the men had learned during their mandatory military service.
"These fucking bitches used to whine about the military being a 'vacation.' Let's see how they handle cold-weather training."
"Enjoying your military vacation? It's so fucking comfortable, isn't it, you bitches?"
The men snickered constantly, mocking the women.
A few of them would probably die anyway, but they didn't particularly care about that.
Inside the cages, absolute chaos erupted.
"Give it to me!! Give me the blanket! You crazy bitch!!"
"I told you I'm freezing! Let me use the hot pack too!!"
"I have a kid at home!! You should yield to me, you piece of shit!!"
"A kid? An ugly-ass hag like you has a kid?!"
"What?! Say that again?!"
They say women are like dry sand, unable to stick together.
Instead of trying to survive together, they fought like hungry ghosts.
"I can't believe a pathetic, disorganized rabble of bitches like this managed to ruin the country."
"How could these broads have the brains to run politics? It was only possible because they had powerful bastards backing them up."
"That's true."
"Fucking rich bastards... and those politician pricks... Honestly, it's always the high-and-mighty assholes who are the problem. Goddammit."
"We'll have to rape all of their daughters eventually too."
"The world is turning upside down, so it'll happen sooner or later."
"Those motherfuckers. They pamper their daughters like precious princesses, so they'll probably be tight as hell."
"Fucking tight. They won't have much experience. Some might even be virgins."
The men snickered, trading their depraved fantasies.
Later on, when they raped a district councilman's daughter, they would discover that educated girls were actually looser than they thought, but that didn't matter right now.
"Anyway, sleep tight, you bitches. If you're still alive tomorrow, we'll see you then."
Humming to themselves, the men draped blue agricultural plastic tarps over the cages.
A short while later,
"Ugh... *groan*..."
Hayan clutched a single blanket and a few hot packs, curling her body as tightly as possible.
She tried to gently apply a hot pack to warm her purple, prolapsed genitals, but—
"Ugh-eeek?!"
Just the slightest contact of the hot pack's surface made her feel as though her vagina was tearing apart.
The only silver lining was—
It's not completely dead yet...
The fact that she could still feel pain meant the tissue hadn't completely necrotized.
"*Sob*... Quickly... I have to put it back... I have to put my pussy back in..."
Hayan pulled the blanket over her head, spread her legs wide in an M-shape, and bent her head down as far as she could, blowing warm air onto her prolapsed flesh.
"Ugh... *gasp*... *grunt*..."
Warming her genitals continuously, she painstakingly began to stuff the tissue back between her thighs, inch by agonizing inch.
The prolapsed mass, which had been lolling out like a tongue, slowly retreated back into the vaginal opening.
"*Sob*... Why won't it all go in... Why..."
Hayan shoved the tissue as deep inside as she could, but her vaginal opening immediately spat a portion of it back out.
The ligaments holding her vagina and uterus in place had been completely severed.
"Why... Why..."
Hayan kept pushing the prolapsed tissue back in, and her body kept spitting it back out.
Only after struggling several times did Hayan finally give up.
It's okay. At least some of it went back in. If I go to a hospital, they can fix it. Yes, I'm sure I won't be infertile. I'm sure of it.
Hayan clutched her blanket, desperately brainwashing herself.
Then,
A woman caught her eye—muttering continuously like a lunatic, or rather, someone who had literally gone mad, her eyes completely hollow and dead.
Fortunately, unlike the other cages packed with people, only Hayan and this woman occupied this cage, meaning they had a relatively decent share of blankets and hot packs.
The woman, wrapped in a blanket like Hayan, rocked her body back and forth, her teeth chattering incessantly.
When she reflexively tried to bite her thumb,
"Ah..."
She bit empty air, only then realizing her thumb was gone.
The stump of her severed thumb had been crudely cauterized, leaving it charred black.
The woman giggled like an idiot, then began muttering again.
Then,
"Ah... ahaha..."
Laughing as if she had resigned herself to her fate, the woman tossed her blanket aside.
She threw away her hot packs as well, curled up on the freezing floor, and slowly closed her eyes.
Her eyes closed, and her breathing gradually became slow and steady.
"Excuse... me... You'll die like this..."
Hayan parted her chapped lips to call out to the woman.
"I'm telling you... you'll die..."
She even tried shaking her.
"..."
But the woman merely kept her eyes closed peacefully, offering no response.
She seemed to have fallen asleep.
"...."
Hayan quietly looked down at her, then slipped a hot pack into her clothes and covered her with the blanket.
"Still, you have to live..."
Showing a surprising display of humanity for a woman, Hayan meticulously wrapped her in the blanket.
The next day,
"Sleep well, you fucking sluts?!"
Byeongji and his crew ripped the agricultural plastic tarps off the cages.
The women groaned.
"Ugh... *groan*..."
"What... morning already..."
"Mister... please, just kill me... please kill me now..."
"Can I go home now? How many more nights do I have to sleep here before I can go?"
Squinting against the morning sun, they babbled incoherently.
The cage holding Hayan also woke up.
"Where am I... Ah, right..."
Hayan was momentarily disoriented before reality crashed back down on her.
And then—
"What... the..."
The woman trapped with Hayan woke up.
"Why... am I still... alive... I was definitely trying to die... Ah..."
The woman stared down at her body in utter disbelief.
"Still, you have to live..."
Hayan spoke to her, offering a foolishly good-natured smile.
The woman's eyes widened in disbelief, her body trembling violently, before she screamed:
"You crazy bitch!! I was trying to die!! I was finally going to die, so why did you keep me alive?! Why did you cover me with the blanket, you fucking lunatic?!"
"Why are you being like this?! I saved your life!"
"I thought! I thought I could finally die!! I thought I could finally be at peace!!"
"I told you to calm down?!"
Commotion erupted from Hayan's cage.
"Bitches, I swear."
Seong-il sneered as he tossed the naked body of a woman who had frozen to death overnight into a burning oil drum.