A Masterpiece of Flesh and Bone
A moment later, Hayan was dragged back to reality by the stimulants.
"Ah... ah... ahhh... my hand... my haaand..."
Hayan stared blankly, looking back and forth between her hand that had been crushed flat by the sledgehammer and her other hand, which was completely charred and emitting an acrid smell of smoke.
"Hand?"
"Where do you see a hand? Why are you looking for something that isn't there?"
The men sneered.
"Shall we start with emergency surgery first?" Seongcheol suggested.
"Let's do that," Director Kim replied, casually placing the "surgical tools" onto a tray.
As Hayan caught sight of the surgical tools laid out on the tray, her face turned pale.
"H-hieek..."
They were objects that could never be called medical instruments. The scalpel had been replaced by a hand saw, and the forceps and surgical scissors were replaced by hardware tools like pliers, pincers, and wire cutters.
"Well then, let us begin the surgery," Director Kim said with a broad grin. "And we'll skip the anesthesia," he added.
The "surgery" was far too brutal to be called a medical procedure. The crushed hand was twisted and severed using bolt cutters. Bone fragments were roughly yanked out with pliers and pincers instead of forceps.
As for the sharp, jagged edges of the bone...
"Aaaagh!! Kuaaaaargh!!!"
They were slowly filed down with a metal rasp. The thick nerve endings still alive inside the bone screamed in agony, and bone marrow dripped down.
Once the bone surface was somewhat smoothed out...
"Kuuu... k-krrrk... krrrgh?!"
Medical alcohol was poured directly over the wound.
"It's hot!!! It's too hot!!!"
He flicked a lighter. A bright blue flame erupted, like a blazing cocktail, and her flesh began to sizzle, roasting to a crisp.
"Put it out!!! Put it out!!!"
With her arm on fire, Hayan frantically flailed her limb around. The blue flames dancing in the air looked like a cheerleader shaking pom-poms. In this case, what Hayan was cheering for was her own transition from a proud feminist to a completely dehumanized piece of Female Livestock. In any case, only after confirming that the wrist was sufficiently charred, sterilized, and the bleeding had stopped did the men finally douse Hayan's arm with water to put out the fire.
The "surgery" dragged on for a long time. Even if Director Kim wasn't a licensed surgeon, a crude, back-alley operation that completely ignored long-term side effects shouldn't have taken this long. Naturally, this was to inflict the maximum amount of deserved punishment on Hayan. And, of course, to boost the sales of their snuff videos in the process.
A moment later.
"Please... please, just let me rest... please..."
The men untied Hayan's restraints.
"You fucking bitch, you can rest after you earn back every single cent of the money you ruined for us, got it?" Jiseong glared at Hayan, grinding his teeth.
"Should we take turns first?" Seongcheol suggested.
"Yeah, everyone needs to empty their tanks anyway..."
"And we need some sex scenes to keep the 'buyers' satisfied."
Everyone agreed with Seongcheol's words and began unzipping their pants.
"Ah... ugh... uuuugh..."
Soon, the gang rape began. Every time the men's penises thrust in and out of Hayan's vagina, her decaying flesh heaved inside and outside the vaginal opening.
"No... I hate rape... don't rape my pussy... ♡"
By now, Hayan's vaginal muscles were nothing more than dead meat, completely incapable of producing a physical orgasm. However, her conscious brain, fully aware that she was being "raped" and "used for breeding," pumped out dopamine entirely on its own.
"Ah... no...!! My pussy! You can't use my ruined pussy like that!! ♡♡"
Rape and gang rape were the fastest and most effective ways to achieve a woman's biological purpose: "breeding." No matter how much of a feminist Hayan claimed to be, as long as she possessed female anatomy, she was ultimately just a woman bound to shudder at the pleasure of being violated.
"Ohh?!?! Oh?! My breast?! Don't crush my breast!!!?! ♡♡"
One of the men, thoroughly enjoying himself, squeezed Hayan's right breast—the only part of her chest that was still relatively intact—with all his might.
"Ahhh?!?! It hurts?!?! My breast is stretching?!?!"
The man toyed with her breast, pulling and kneading it like a ball of dough. The once-firm breast stretched out long—
"Ahhh?! K-kgh?! ♡♡"
—but it failed to snap back to its original shape.
"Well, look at that. It's completely saggy now."
He had pulled it so hard that her Cooper's ligaments snapped with an agonizing tear. Blood vessels ruptured within the torn ligaments, staining her breast with dark, purplish bruises. The once-perky, beautifully shaped breast lost all its form and sagged limply.
"No... my breast is ruined... ♡♡"
Hayan's breast swung like a pendulum, reduced to an ugly, saggy flap of skin. With the Cooper's ligaments severed, the mammary glands and other firmer tissues slumped downward. The skin and muscle desperately clung to the sagging weight, making it look like a ball stuffed inside a long sock being swung back and forth.
"Ahhh?! No!! Don't cum... inside?! You can't cum inside me?!?! ♡♡"
Taking her from behind, the man slammed his pelvis against her tailbone as fast as he could. Hayan's hips swayed helplessly to the rhythm of his thrusts. Her blood pressure spiked from the sheer intensity of the forced climax, turning her face a dark, flushed crimson. The surging pressure caused blood to trickle down from her nose.
"I hate it...!! I hate feeling good from being raped!! ♡♡"
Hayan's brain cells popped one by one, secreting thick waves of dopamine. The pleasure of being violated scrambled her mind like a hand mixer, sending electric jolts of ecstasy throughout her entire body. Her muscles twitched and spasmed like a beriberi patient. In a desperate, primal struggle to fulfill the sole purpose of her biological existence—reproduction—Hayan's decaying vagina squirmed and squeezed out a mixture of fluids.
"No... I'm being raped... breeding rape... the baby batter... it's filling me up... ah... ahhh... ♡♡"
Having been deeply immersed in subculture, Hayan's squeals of violated pleasure sounded artificial, like something straight out of a hentai manga. These were the very lines she used to mutter to herself while masturbating to delusions inspired by the sexually harassing comments she received during her days as a cosplayer.
"Ah... ugh... ah... I hate it... my pussy... weird liquid is coming out of my pussy... ♡♡"
Hayan's vaginal fluids were now closer to a yellowish discharge of pus and decaying matter, completely useless as a lubricant.
"Ugh, fuck, this fishy stench is awful."
The man furrowed his brow in disgust, complaining loudly. Strictly speaking, the smell emanating from Hayan's groin wasn't the typical odor of a living woman, but rather the putrid stench of decaying flesh.
"There's barely any grip... but damn, the heat inside is incredible."
The man groaned in admiration as he pumped his semen deep into Hayan's dead vagina. Her vaginal muscles had mostly necrotized, losing all their elasticity. Yet, like a high-end pocket pussy with a built-in heating element, a thick, damp warmth softly enveloped his shaft.
"That is likely because she is not completely dead yet. You can think of it as a rapid spike in mucosal temperature caused by acute inflammation," Director Kim kindly explained. He then sneered, looking at her vagina, which had once again suffered a prolapsed uterus along with the withdrawal of the man's penis. "Though it will grow ice-cold soon enough."
Hayan's prolapsed tissue was a bruised, purplish-blue color, clearly lacking any signs of healthy life.
"Ah... ah... ugh... ♡♡"
Hayan was lost in a daze, her face contorted into a mindless ahegao from the delusion of having her womb filled with semen. However, because her uterus was completely inverted and prolapsed, the semen she had just received was immediately spat back out onto the floor.
"Aaaah?!?! Kiiieeeek?!"
Seongcheol grabbed some detergent and squeezed Hayan's prolapsed uterus as if wringing out a wet rag. Yellowish discharge mixed with pus coated his hand, but Seongcheol ignored it, squeezing her prolapsed tissue with all his might. "We have to clean it up so the next guy can use it."
Violating her, then cleaning her up—Seongcheol was truly a sweet gentleman who did everything a woman could ever want.
A few days later,
"Ah... ah...? Ehe... ohoho... ugh..."
Hayan had been completely torn to shreds by the ongoing snuff video filming sessions. Her left eye had been subjected to eye-fucking, leaving her eye socket a mangled mess of flesh where semen and vitreous fluid leaked out in a grotesque slurry. Her teeth were mostly missing, leaving her mouth looking like a hollow jack-o'-lantern, and both of her arms were completely dislocated, bent at bizarre angles. The breast that had been bound with wire was still attached but completely rotten, crawling with maggots, while the other hung limply down to her waist like a piece of spoiled fruit. Her pelvis was fractured, twisted at an unnatural angle, her left knee bent forward, and her right knee turned completely outward. Jagged bone protruded from her shattered knees due to open fractures, and ruptured cartilage leaked out, discolored and reeking of decay. Judging by the flies buzzing around her knees, it wouldn't be long before maggots infested those wounds as well.
"Ah... ah... ah... ehehe... ugh... uhuhu... hehe..."
She looked like a corpse, on the very brink of death, but cursedly, Hayan was not allowed to die. Several times, she had begged, Please, just kill me... but they refused to grant her even that, so she eventually gave up. Every time her breath faltered and she teetered on the edge of death, Director Kim forced her back to life. When Hayan screamed in agony, the viewers only cheered louder, and as the broadcast continued, the audience for this "fan meeting" steadily grew. Every time the torture and violation reached new heights of cruelty, the donation amounts surged accordingly. The concurrent viewer count on the streaming site was now rapidly approaching several thousand.
Under normal circumstances, a broadcast of this severity would have been forcefully shut down immediately. However, the female employees of the streaming site had already been dragged out and gang-raped. The reason given was: "Bitches with nothing to show are censoring whatever the fuck they want." By now, those women had likely met a fate similar to Hayan's. Their vacant positions were filled by angry, alt-right male employees. Far from stopping the broadcast, these male employees used it as a marketing opportunity. Thanks to their efforts, foreign viewers somehow caught wind of the domestic-only streaming site, flooding the chat and sending massive donations. In particular, when Hayan's left eye socket was ruptured during the eye-fucking segment, the single largest donation in the site's history was recorded. Hayan had truly become an international snuff porn star. Thanks to Hayan's "passionate performance," Jiseong and his crew were able to recover a significant portion of their financial losses.
"Are you still alive?" Jiseong waved his hand in front of Hayan's face.
"Ehe... ehehe..."
Hayan merely let out a hollow, mindless laugh, her eyes completely vacant.
"She's barely reacting anymore."
"Yeah. What should we do? We need some kind of reaction to get the donations flowing..."
"Since we've come this far, why don't we wrap things up?"
"Wrapping it up sounds good. Let's not stream the finale; we can sell it separately as a special bonus video."
"Damn, President Yoon, you really know how to run a business!"
"Well, I've learned enough to know you should never hire a feminist!"
Jiseong smiled genially. Hayan's final filming session was racing toward its conclusion.