True Justice for That Finger
After a brief discussion, a decision was reached regarding Hayan's "special bonus footage."
"First, since there might be 'chemical contamination,' let's set aside the parts we'll use as ingredients beforehand," Director Kim said.
As soon as Director Kim spoke, the men began rummaging around, gathering saws and knives.
They tightly bound what remained of her limbs with heavy-duty plastic cable ties to act as tourniquets.
Since they knew she was going to die anyway, they didn't care in the slightest whether the limbs could be salvaged later.
The cable ties bit deep into her flesh, causing her limbs to swell up grotesquely.
"For a brainless bitch, she really did have some nice thighs," Jiseong muttered, smacking his lips in regret.
"Which is exactly why we have to cook her up as deliciously as possible!" Seongcheol replied with a boisterous laugh.
"Ain't that the truth," Jiseong chuckled, stroking Hayan's thigh.
"So, what should we do first? Freeze both sides and put them up for auction, or..."
"Let's eat one side ourselves."
"Isn't that a bit much? So many people took a massive financial hit because of her, so we should maximize our profits."
"Come on, just one side is fine. Besides, we all worked our asses off helping this brainless feminist bitch make her 'acting debut.' What's wrong with a little perk for ourselves? Everyone agrees, right?" Seongcheol asked, looking around the room.
"We've already received plenty of donations, and we've pretty much cleared the break-even point, so it's fine by me."
"Let's just call it an after-party feast."
"Besides, meat tastes best when it's fresh, not frozen. Especially..." Director Kim smirked, kneading deep into Hayan's inner thigh, right beneath her mound.
"If we don't eat thighs this fucking hot while they're fresh, the viewers will probably complain."
"Ahe... ehe... oohehe... ehe..." Hayan merely babbled, swooning with a broken, ecstatic grin at Director Kim's touch.
A moment later,
"Eah?! Eahaaa!!!! Euuuahhh?!?!?!"
Hayan shrieked like an idiot as her limbs were sawed off.
"Euuahhh!! Aaaahhh!! Ohhhahhh!!"
Her brain, completely rotted by a relentless cycle of agony and pleasure, had long forgotten how to form a proper scream.
Even if she did remember, the torture had left her with missing teeth and a mutilated tongue, making it impossible to articulate a normal cry.
At best, only a slightly human-like wail would escape her lips.
With a vast portion of her brain cells necrotized by the continuous torment, Hayan's intelligence now hovered somewhere on the absolute fringe of humanity—or perhaps at the very peak of a beast.
"Euuah!! Euuu-woo!! Ueahhh!!!!!"
But it didn't matter. All the men needed were her flesh and blood; whether her brain cells lived or died was of no concern to them.
Silently, the men sawed through Hayan's limbs.
When the saw caught on the bone, the blade slipping and juddering with a dull thud, thud,
"You need to shatter the bone first. If I recall correctly, the femur is said to be as strong as steel of the same thickness... or something like that," Director Kim advised from the side.
"Watch your hands! Don't want anyone getting hurt...!" Seongcheol warned, bringing over a heavy sledgehammer to clear the area.
Seongcheol drew back his arms, and the heavy head of the sledgehammer arc'd through the air, slamming down violently onto Hayan's thigh bone.
"Kieeeek!!!!"
A bizarre, distorted groan escaped her, sounding like a crushed monster.
But—
"One more time!"
Paying no heed to her screams, Seongcheol swung the sledgehammer again with all his might.
"Ahg... g-g... g-g-g... ugh..."
Her thick thigh bone splintered like dry kindling, sending a sickening slurry of bone marrow, ruptured blood vessels, and shredded nerves spilling out.
"Let's finish cutting it."
The men resumed sawing.
With the bone crushed, the saw bit smoothly into the thigh meat, severing its connection to her torso.
"Ah... ahhh??? Eu?!"
Hayan shook her head side to side in disbelief as she stared at her severed limbs.
"Ehihi?! Eh-he!! Eh-ha-ha-ha!!!"
She burst into a bizarre, chilling laughter straight out of a horror movie.
"Ihihi!! Ihihi!! Uh... woo... woo-ahhh!!"
Flailing her stumped, stubby limbs like a roly-poly toy, she laughed hysterically before suddenly breaking down into wild, frantic sobs.
"We'll freeze one arm and leg... and put the other on the grill..." As Seongcheol sorted through the severed limbs,
"Drain the blood first. If you don't drain it properly, the meat will taste like absolute shit," one of the men advised.
"Let's see... should we hang them up over there?" Seongcheol pointed to a hook dangling from the ceiling.
Soon, Hayan's severed limbs were dangling in midair.
Blood dripped steadily, drip, drip, pooling into a bucket below as the limbs slowly lost their color, turning a pale, bloodless white.
"Euu... woo... woo-oo..."
Hayan babbled, staring up at her own limbs hanging in the air like a baby gazing at a crib mobile.
"Gimme... gimme back! Gimme back my legs!"
She suddenly wailed like a lunatic.
"What's with her? Why is she suddenly so lively?"
"Fucking noisy bitch."
"Is it that terminal lucidity thing?"
The men looked on, puzzled by Hayan's sudden burst of energy.
Soon, thanks to another round of "amputee degradation therapy," Hayan was covered in semen and fell silent once more.
"I'm telling you, women are always hottest when they keep their fucking mouths shut."
"Euu... eh-oo... eh-oo-oo..."
Limbless and drenched in semen, Hayan could only babble incoherently.
A short while later,
"Is this the bottle?"
"Yes... Whoa, careful! If you get that on your skin, you're absolutely fucked!" Director Kim gasped, waving his hands in panic as Seongcheol carelessly shook the glass bottle.
"Right, my bad. Holding it in my hand like this, it doesn't really register..." Seongcheol meekly complied with Director Kim's warning.
A moment later,
"Euu... euu-ah?..."
The glass bottle was forced deep inside Hayan's vagina.
Though it was a massive bottle, easily holding two liters, the men had spent so much time meticulously "stretching" her through relentless rape and sexual torture that her mangled flesh swallowed the entire glass bottle without much resistance.
"Ugh? Euu??"
Hayan looked utterly dazed, a massive glass bottle stuffed completely inside her.
And then, the sledgehammer made its return.
"Eu??? Euuuu??"
Though she had lost all capacity for rational thought, she still vividly remembered that the sledgehammer was an object of terrifying, excruciating pain.
"Ahhh-woo!! Wooooo!!"
Screaming like a grotesque monster, she frantically flailed her stubby, limbless torso.
Along the sides of the bottle shoved inside her, a stream of watery, brownish bloody stool leaked out with a pathetic splurt.
The sledgehammer swung high into the air,
And with a heavy thud, it slammed violently into Hayan's groin.
The sledgehammer shattered her pubic bone, completely pulverized her pelvis, and crushed the glass bottle lodged deep inside her.
A moment later, the contents of the bottle spilled out—
"Ugh... uuu-ah!! Hot!! It's hot!!!!!"
Accompanied by a violent hissing sound like meat searing on a grill, the liquid instantly began to dissolve Hayan's groin and thighs.
"H-Hot!! It's so h-o-o-o-ot!!!!"
Her eyes rolled back as she thrashed and shrieked in absolute agony.
Her diaphragm spasmed violently from the pain, forcing out weak, rattling gasps from her throat.
"Man, sulfuric acid really is terrifyingly dangerous."
The liquid inside the bottle was highly concentrated sulfuric acid.
"Ughhh!! H-hot!! It's too h-o-o-ot!!!"
The acid melted away what had once been Hayan's plump, pink flesh.
The flesh turned a raw, angry red before charring black, sloughing off in a putrid, smoking slurry that emitted a nauseating stench.
The acid hungrily ate deeper and deeper into her groin.
"Ughhh!! Hot... it's too hot!!"
In a desperate bid to expel the agony, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, her mutilated tongue lolling out like an idiot's.
Bloody froth bubbled up on her tongue, dancing in the air like soap bubbles alongside her dangerous, rattling hiccups.
"Hot... hurts... hurts too much..."
In her mind, Hayan was running desperately toward the river of death she saw before her eyes.
"Administering more stimulants."
But time and time again, she was dragged back by the scruff of her neck from the very threshold of the underworld.
H-hot... ugh...
The highly concentrated acid completely dissolved her genitals, ate through her uterus, and corroded her entire groin, melting away the pubic bone and delicate ligaments.
"Ugh... hurts... I want to d-die now..."
Having consumed her groin, the sulfuric acid burned, corroded, and melted its way through her pubic mound and buttocks.
With the supporting ligaments and flesh completely gone, the thin peritoneal membrane began to tear, and her internal organs, losing their structural support, slowly began to spill out of her abdomen.
Just then,
"Okay, applying the neutralizing agent."
A powdered neutralizing agent was dumped over her.
Like a mother powdering a baby's bottom during a diaper change, a thick layer of white powder covered Hayan's buttocks and lower abdomen.
The acid finally ceased its destructive work, stopping its relentless feast on her flesh.
The neutralizing agent was highly toxic in its own right, but since she was going to die anyway, the men didn't give a damn.
"Zoom in here. This is an important shot."
At Director Kim's instruction, the cameraman zoomed in as close as possible to Hayan's groin—or rather, what used to be her groin.
The area hollowed out by the acid had become a gaping, hollow void.
A relatively circular, empty cavity had formed right in the center of her lower torso.
Her vagina, uterus, and the surrounding muscles were long gone; now, her squirming intestines were clearly visible inside the exposed abdominal cavity.
"Ah... ahhh..."
The organs were still a healthy pink, though parts of them had ruptured, staining the cavity a deep, bloody crimson.
"Moving on to the final scene! Make sure you capture this perfectly."
At Director Kim's request, the lighting and cameras were repositioned.
Slipping on chemical-resistant latex gloves, Director Kim reached his hand deep into the hollow cavity left by the acid—
"Ueeeee-aaack!!!!"
And slowly began to pull her intestines out.
The organs slid out smoothly in Director Kim's grip, dangling between her thighs like a grotesque tail.
"Looks just like pink sausage," Seongcheol remarked dryly.
"Phew... and here,"
Director Kim paused, picking up a pair of forceps and deftly clamping several major blood vessels.
He was blocking the critical arteries to keep her alive as long as possible, maximizing her suffering.
And then—
"Oh-aaaaack!! Kreeee-ack!!!"
He resumed slowly pulling the intestines out.
The rest of the small intestine was dragged out,
"Ugh-eeek?! Kieeeek!!!"
Her kidneys and bladder, partially dissolved by the acid, fell to the tiled floor with a wet splat, tangled in the intestines like food waste.
Director Kim continued his methodical work: pulling the organs, clamping the vessels, pulling again, and clamping once more.
Once the small intestine was completely extracted, her spleen, pancreas, and other smaller organs spilled out in a heap.
Yet—
"K... a... k... a... k... a..."
Thanks to Director Kim's expert medical intervention, Hayan was still breathing.
"Who knew? I might actually have a knack for surgery," Director Kim, an otolaryngologist by trade, remarked proudly as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Ah... k... a... oo... a..."
On the very brink of death but unable to die, Hayan's desperate, wet hiccups rose from her throat, accompanied by the gurgle of boiling blood.
With her entrails completely hollowed out, her abdomen was left completely deflated and sunken.
"Now, for the grand finale!"
With this declaration, Director Kim picked up a pair of sharp pruning shears.
"K...?!?! K... oo... a?..."
He slipped one blade of the shears into the gaping hole in her groin and began cutting upward through her abdominal wall.
"K...?!... K... ee... a?..."
As the shears snipped through her belly skin, a series of death-rattle hiccups erupted from her throat.
"K...?!?! Kree-ee?!?! K... oo?..."
The shears sliced all the way up, stopping just below her sternum.
Director Kim peeled back the cut flaps of her belly, exposing the inside of her torso.
Through the wide-open incision, her remaining upper organs were laid bare.
Director Kim began poking and prodding at her stomach and liver.
When the sharp blades sank effortlessly into her highly vascular liver like a knife through soft tofu, causing blood to pour out in a steady stream,
He smiled with deep satisfaction. "This shot is going to be incredibly popular."
"Now, for the real end..."
Sighing wearily, Director Kim rummaged around inside her chest cavity until—
"Kruuu-ugh?!?!?"
He grabbed hold of something roughly the size of a small apple and pulled it down for the camera to see.
As the remaining organs were dragged down with it, her diaphragm stretched, forcing a bizarre, hollow belch from her throat.
"Oh..."
"This is..."
Clutched in Director Kim's hand was—
"Her heart."
"Now, it's time to truly end this. Here... President Yoon."
"Huh? Me?"
"Since you suffered the most damage, President Yoon, it's only right that you deliver the final blow."
"But still, there are so many others here..."
"No one here is going to complain. This 'honor' belongs to you, President Yoon."
"Well... if you say so... but I feel a bit self-conscious..."
President Yoon looked around hesitantly.
The opportunity to pierce Hayan's heart and end her life was undoubtedly something everyone in the room coveted.
Yet, they all insisted.
"If you keep hesitating, the bitch is going to die on her own, President Yoon."
"We trust you, President Yoon! Give her a proper send-off!"
To a man, they all yielded this glorious opportunity to President Yoon.
"Alright, then..."
In an oddly heartwarming atmosphere, President Yoon took the shears and aimed them at Hayan's heart.
"A... oo... a... oo..."
As the cold tips of the shears touched her heart, a sharp, high-pitched hiccup escaped her.
Raising the shears high, President Yoon plunged them deep into Hayan's heart with all his might, as if slaying a demon.
"Gkyat."
With a weak, final shriek, a jet of dark blood sprayed from her heart.
"Krugh."
Hayan's eyes rolled back, and she finally expired.
And so, another demon cloaked in the name of feminism departed this world. The world had become just a little bit better.
"Thank you. Yes, thank you."
Applause erupted throughout the room, and Jiseong bowed repeatedly in embarrassment, thanking them.
Hayan's death was utterly pathetic and meaningless.
Afterward, the men celebrated their successful shoot by grilling and eating Hayan's limbs.
Sometime later, Hayan's mother and younger sister came looking for her, demanding to know where she was, but the men gang-raped them both as well.
Even though they had cut ties with Hayan, family was still family, it seemed.
Bloodlines didn't lie; the younger sister was a beauty, and the mother was an incredibly fuckable MILF.
Both of them were exceptionally tight and satisfying to fuck. After gang-raping them repeatedly until they were completely exhausted, the men dumped them somewhere along a highway median.
Given that there had been no news of them since, they had likely been dragged off by other men or frozen to death, but it wasn't of any particular importance.
Eventually, the nationwide riots subsided, and society began to clean up the aftermath.
Though calling it a "cleanup" was generous; in reality, everything was simply swept under the rug.