Searing Retribution
"Yeah, spread it wider. Just like that."
"L-like... like this?..."
Jia presses her head against the floor, raises her hips, and pulls her labia wide with her hands.
But with her face buried against the floor, she has no way of knowing what is happening behind her.
"What... what are you trying to put in...?..." she asks in an anxious voice.
"Our dear Jia suddenly has a hell of a lot of questions, doesn't she?"
"*Hiccup!*"
The moment Hanmin lowers his voice, her curiosity instantly evaporates.
"N-no! I'm not curious at all!!"
Whether intentionally or not, Jia had spent years stringing these men along, treating them like fish in her tank.
Because of that, as she had already realized during the gang-rape during her first kowtow, these men are fueled by pure, unadulterated malice.
Jia does not want to provoke them any further and suffer an even worse fate.
"..."
Sobbing continuously, Jia spreads her labia wide with both hands as ordered.
"Yeah... just like that... Move and you're dead, got it?..."
"Y-yes... yes..."
A foreign sensation approaches her flesh. It feels somewhat hot—
"Kyaaaack!!!!!!!!!"
A burning candle is pushed inside her vagina, wick-first.
"It's hot!! Save me!!!"
The candle was inserted head-first with the wick still burning, rather than from the base.
The flame was extinguished with a wet *sizzle* the moment it touched her moist flesh, but the wax and the wick still retained intense, searing heat.
"Don't squirm, you fucking bitch!!"
Hanmin grabs her by the hair and slams her face against the floor.
"No!! Let go!! Let me gooo!!!"
Jia's face slams against the floor with a dull *thud, thud*, and blood begins to stream from her nose.
"It's hot!! It's hot!! Please pull it out!! I don't know what it is, but please just pull it out!!!"
The agony of the hot wax and the burning wick roasting her vagina paralyzes her reason, making her completely unresponsive to their commands.
With her neck choked tight and her waist pinned down by another man's thick arm, Jia flails her limbs frantically.
"Should we just shove it in quickly?"
Jongbeom suggests, seeing the others struggling to keep her still.
"No, slowly! Make it as painful as possible!"
The rage of the men who had been toyed with in her "fish tank"—always led on but never allowed to touch—has long since passed its boiling point. Any desire to make things easy for her vanished long ago.
"Got it."
"Kyaaaack!! Kuaaaack!!!"
The candle slowly advances, radiating heat.
Because it had been burning for a long time, the candle is dripping with melted wax from top to bottom.
"Kuu-eek?! It's hooot!! It hurts!!!"
The rapidly scorched mucous membrane of her vaginal opening turns a blistered white.
As the candle slowly pushes deeper, it smears the hot, melted wax all over the sensitive inner walls.
"Kuu-uk?! Kkyaaa... It's too hot... It's so hot..."
Jia's screams degenerate into a thick, guttural choking sound, like a pig being slaughtered.
Her flailing limbs grow stiff; every nerve in her body is mobilized to cope with the agony of the internal burns, leaving her entire frame trembling and convulsing.
"Kuu-ut... ut... kke-uk..."
Eventually, Jia begins to tap her forehead against the floor, *thud, thud*.
"What, is she submitting?"
"You mean like tapping out in pro wrestling? But does she do that with her head?"
"Dunno lol."
Her body is convulsing spasmodically because her pain has breached its absolute limit, but to them, it is nothing more than a joke.
"Ka... kuut... khyee-eek..."
The candle pushes even deeper into her twitching backside.
Jia's vagina is naturally tight with deep, dense folds.
That means the surface area is much larger.
The melted wax seeps into every single crevice of her vaginal folds.
"Kuaack... It's hot... It's so hot..."
The wax coats the folds, and the intense heat rapidly destroys the delicate mucous membrane.
The vaginal walls flush a violent red, and patchy, blistered inflammation erupts with blisters.
"Puh-pull it out... pull it out, pleeease..."
The pain of her entire vagina being roasted by the hot wax scales up endlessly, proportional to the vast surface area of her internal folds.
"Kuu-ut... ka-kuut..."
A dangerous, grinding sound echoes from her tightly clenched jaw as her teeth threaten to shatter.
She is biting down so hard that a streak of blood trickles from the corner of her mouth. Her blood pressure spikes, causing bloody tears to spill from her eyes and blood to pour from her nose.
"Kuu-uk... kuu-uk..."
The invading candle reaches the deepest point, right before the cervix.
Because her vaginal pressure is so incredibly high, her vaginal walls clamp tightly around the candle and the wax with a wet *squelch*. With no other exit, the melted wax...
"Kuyiaaaack!!!!!!"
...is forced into her uterus like semen, or like lubricant squeezed through the opening of a hydraulic jack, pushing past her dilated cervix with a wet *squelch, squelch*.
The agony of hot wax seeping between the villi of her uterine lining is a bizarre, unnatural pain that no woman should ever have to experience.
"Kaaack?! Kku?! #)*@)!#*()!@*#()!@)"
Her slaughterhouse-pig screams dissolve into a grotesque noise that can barely even be classified as a human voice.
The candle is now fully inserted inside her vagina.
"....&@*(!)&(@!#!!~!"
The thick, long candle has completely flattened her vaginal folds, invading deep into her abdomen.
Normally, when such a long foreign object is inserted, the vagina should contract to push it out.
"....."
But her accordion-like vaginal walls are glued tight to the cooling, hardening wax, sealing together with a wet *squelch*.
Unable to contract, the dead, burned mucous membrane begins to peel away, slowly exposing the raw dermis beneath.
"A, a, a, a, a"
Jia lets out wordless shrieks, wheezing like a monster.
After some time passes,
"Get up, Jia."
"...."
Hanmin, who had "sweetly" waited for the wax to fully harden, calls her name.
"Fucking bitch, your kowtows aren't finished yet."
Hanmin kicks Jia's head with the toe of his shoe, but she doesn't react.
"She didn't fucking die from just this, did she?"
Jongbeom asks, looking slightly anxious as he places his hand under her nose to check.
"Fucking faking it."
Confirming she is alive, Jongbeom kicks her buttocks with all his might.
"Kuyee-eek!!!"
The toe of his shoe strikes the base of the candle.
The candle lodged inside her vagina acts like a core drill, boring even deeper.
The entire candle slams against her cervix, lifting her entire uterus upward with a heavy *thud*. The organs in her abdomen scream in unison from the impact.
Finally,
"Kkueee-eck..."
Though she has barely eaten anything, sour gastric juices surge up her throat, soaking the floor.
"Fucking alive."
"Get up, quick. You're not getting up?"
"Fucking Jia-nuna. You were so damn lively when you were humiliating guys, so why are you faking it just because you got fucked a little?"
"Ahuu-uk?!?!"
Seongcheol grabs her by the hair, forcing her up.
"My hair is ripping out... pleeease let me go..."
Jia's feet slip repeatedly on the floor, making her look like she's performing a frantic tap dance.
"You have to stand up straight for us to let go, Jia-nuna."
"It hurts... my hair is ripping..."
Suspended like a clumsy marionette, Jia swings her legs wildly before finally managing to stand on her own two feet.
"Pull it out... *hic*... please... pull this out..."
Her hair is a disheveled mess. Her face is caked with blood, snot, and vomit. She looks utterly ruined, sobbing with a face that anyone would recognize as completely insane.
A white candle still protrudes from her vagina like a tail.
"I told you to stand at attention, didn't I?"
Hanmin and the others point their smartphones at her, snapping photos.
"Sob... *hic*..."
The smartphones continue to capture her naked body on screen, but no shutter sound is heard.
Under the pretext of "abolishing all laws and institutions hastily created due to women's innate emotional instability, self-consciousness, and persecutory delusions," various social evils had been eradicated.
Among these was the "mandatory shutter sound when taking photos," which had been implemented under the guise of preventing so-called "spycam crimes," a crime whose actual substance was highly ambiguous.
The world had changed. The men of the Republic of Korea were no longer potential perpetrators.
They were proud, innocent, and had the right to freely take photos.
The smartphones quietly capture Jia's figure without a single shutter sound.
Shortly after,
“In all my life, I've never seen something get retweeted this fast.”
Jongbeom, who uploaded Jia's photo to social media, marvels.
“What, is it that popular?”
“Whoa, I've never seen RTs climb this fast.”
“Our Jia must be so happy to be famous.”
Hanmin takes Jongbeom's phone, ruffles Jia's hair, and shows her the screen.
Beneath the photo of Jia's wretched state (with her breasts and vagina fully exposed), there is a spinning arrow icon.
The symbol for Likes or Retweets. The number next to it is skyrocketing by the second.
The pace is 10 times per second, then 20, then 30.
In other words, that is the rate at which people are viewing Jia's breasts and vagina.
Standing at attention with her private parts laid bare, a white candle shoved inside her vagina, her face completely distorted in a mix of agony and pleasure.
“Ah... ah...”
Jia babbles blankly.
She would rather go insane, but she hasn't quite crossed that threshold yet.
That makes it even more painful.
“Jia. Jia. Aren't you fucking grateful? We made you famous, you bitch.”
“Yeah. Go anywhere and tell them you're the 'Funeral Parlor Rape Girl.' The whole world will recognize you.”
“The comments are fucking hilarious, too.”
As Jongbeom looks at the screen, just as Jia is about to burst into loud wails again—
“Smile, you fucking bitch.”
“Yeah, just smile.”
“We made you famous, didn't we? Why aren't you smiling?”
The men's demands rain down on her relentlessly.
“Y-yes... stupid... cunt Jia... thank you for making me famous by posting my cunt and tits on the internet...”
Jia twitches the corners of her mouth upward, forcing a smile.
Her eyes are slightly curved as if smiling, but they tremble violently as tears continue to stream down.
In the funeral portrait, Jia's parents are smiling along with her.