A Slave's Repayment
"Hic... can't you please pull this out?... It hurts so much..."
While Hanmin and his group showed each other the photos they had taken, curating which ones to upload to the internet, Jiah remained forced to stand upright.
Naturally, the candle shoved inside her vagina remained exactly where it was.
The candle inside her vagina had melted flesh stuck to its surface, leaving it half-fused with her vaginal canal.
The sensitive nerves of the mucous membrane, raw from burns, chafed against the candle, causing excruciating pain, while the parts of the membrane that hadn't fused began to swell with blisters.
The pale yellow fluid squeezing out from between her vaginal opening and the tightly stuck candle was not arousal fluid, but a foul discharge weeping from the burns.
"What, did we tell you not to pull it out?"
"Jiah is fucking stupid."
"You should've had the sense to just pull it out yourself. Do we have to fucking spell everything out for you?"
The men's threats continued.
"What the fuck, is she asking us to pull it out for her?"
"Hey, Jiah's gotten pretty brave all of a sudden. Ordering us around like that."
"Like this dumb bitch would even listen if we did."
"They say even machines work better when you beat them. Maybe this crazy cunt's brain will start working if we beat the shit out of her?"
"Hey, grab another candle over there. Let's shove one up her ass too."
As Hanmin deliberately raised his voice to give the order, Jongbeom pretended to fetch a candle from the other side of the altar.
"Hic?! No! No! I'll pull it out! I'll pull it out, so please don't shove that in... don't hit me... the pain... stop the pain... I hate pain... no more pain... hic... waaaah..."
Jiah began to wail and babble as if she had completely regressed into infancy.
"Keep crying and I'll really shove this candle up your ass, got it?"
At Hanmin's sharp warning, she instantly shut her mouth, falling dead silent.
"Fucking cunt, making so much noise while men are talking..."
"Hey, let's not upload this right away. Let's sell it separately."
"Should we take more photos and set up a subscription service?"
The men babbled on, each pitching their own business plans.
Suddenly, Jihun cleared his throat with a loud "Ahem," shooting them a look that clearly said, Why are you trying to run a business with my property?
Startled, Hanmin quickly added,
"Well, that's only if the 'owner' permits it, of course..."
He glanced at Jihun, gauging his reaction.
"..."
Jiah, too, was watching Jihun's face with bated breath.
She stared at Jihun with desperate eyes, as if pleading, Please, please don't sell my body. Please don't do anything more bizarre to me.
She gazed at him with the pleading look of an abandoned puppy.
Seeing that desperate, pathetic gaze, Jihun suddenly found it amusing.
"As long as you give me a proper cut of the commission, I won't interfere."
He gave his consent.
"Ah... ah..."
I'm going to be subjected to this again.
Overwhelmed by fear and dread, Jiah's eyes went blank as she began to tear up once more.
"Zip it."
But at Jongbeom's sharp warning, she instantly choked back her tears.
"Hic... huff..."
Jiah clenched her teeth desperately to keep from crying out loud.
The tears she couldn't fully suppress manifested as a violent tremor around her lips.
With Jihun's permission granted, the men plunged back into planning their "business."
"Fuck, do you know how much money I wasted buying shit for this bitch..."
The financial losses they had suffered from Jiah's past lead-ons and manipulation were immense.
They were determined to make back at least what they had spent on her.
"But man, all you ever bought her was iced Americanos."
"It's about the future value of money, you idiot."
"You always find the weirdest ways to apply what you learned in college."
"Hey, it's still better than you guys offering up ridiculously expensive hotel cakes as birthday presents."
"Oof, right in the feels..."
"Fucking simps."
Their banter continued.
Like the average woman in the Republic of Korea, Jiah, overflowing with presumptuous vanity, had subtly and slyly demanded expensive "tributes."
Of course, they knew they were being simps, and others had given them heartfelt advice that "simping won't get you laid," but humans are creatures who stake everything on a sliver of hope.
Looking back, what Jiah possessed was the true "gender power," not the male privilege that certain feminists whined about.
In other words, Jiah was an ungrateful, manipulative cunt who used her power to bleed men dry.
Meanwhile, Jiah...
"Hic... why won't it come out... it hurts... my pussy hurts so much..."
Suppressing her sobs, she struggled with all her might to pull out the candle wedged between her thighs.
But the candle wouldn't budge.
"Why won't it come out... what's wrong with my pussy... my pussy is broken..."
This was because the melted wax had fused completely with her mucous membrane.
"Aaaah?!"
Furthermore, even the slightest brush of her fingers caused the dead, white tissue of the membrane to peel away, sending a jolt of agonizing pain straight through her groin.
Jiah wrestled with the candle for a long time.
After a while,
"What, you still haven't gotten it out?"
Hanmin spoke to Jiah, who was still struggling with the candle, his voice full of disbelief.
"I... hic... it hurts too much..."
Jiah looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears.
Fuck, her face really is something else...
Looking down from above, he had a clear view of the deep cleavage between her breasts, and her delicate face framed by pooling tears.
Though she was covered in various bodily fluids, reeking of filth, and her makeup was smeared into a dark, ruined mess, her natural physical beauty still possessed a devastating allure.
"Are you going to keep exaggerating?"
Hanmin hid his sudden arousal and barked at her again.
"But... hic... it hurts so much... it's stuck... to my pussy... it's stuck..."
Jiah pleaded, her trembling fingertips hovering over the candle embedded in her flesh.
"Just because of a little thing like this... Move, let me see."
Hanmin reached out to grab the candle, but
"Wait... it hurts! I said it hurts!!"
Startled, Jiah recoiled in terror, dragging her rear backward.
Along her firm buttocks, three streaks of foul-smelling fluids—from both cheeks and her vaginal slit—smeared across the floor.
"Stop being such a baby, you dumb bitch."
Hanmin waved his hand in the air once or twice, then
"Guh...?!"
firmly gripped the candle.
"No... ah... it hurts... wait..."
Jiah's eyes darted frantically around the room as she pleaded,
"I'll pull it on three. One..."
But Hanmin had no intention of listening.
As Jiah shuddered in terror, anticipating the agony that would come with "three,"
"Two."
"????!!!?!"
Without even waiting for three, Hanmin yanked it out with all his might.
The sound of the candle tearing free was not a sound that should ever come from a woman's genitals.
It wasn't a wet, squelching sound, but a sickening, ripping tear.
The source of that sound was...
"What the hell is this..."
Red and pink bits were stuck to the candle.
"Isn't that flesh?"
It was the flesh of Jiah's vagina.
"Ugh, fuck, the smell."
The chunks of flesh were clotted with fluids that gave off a rancid, rotting stench.
The thin, delicate vaginal mucous membrane had been ripped away from the dermis like wet paper.
"Throw it away. It's disgusting."
"Yeah."
The flesh and fluids that had once made up Jiah's precious womanhood were tossed into a corner of the trash can.
Jiah...
"....."
Her mouth hung open, letting out wheezing, breathless gasps as her body convulsed.
"Ah."
With a faint, lifeless sigh, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed.
"She's foaming at the mouth."
Bloody foam bubbled up from Jiah's mouth, coating her lips and her lolling tongue.
Looking down at Jiah, who lay convulsing with her legs splayed wide, her groin soaked in a pool of bloody discharge,
"Pathetic bitch."
Jihun sneered.
A long time later,
Jiah struggled to open her eyes.
"Where... am I?..."
"You're in the hospital."
"...?"
Sensing Jihun's presence beside her, Jiah flinched violently.
It wasn't a dream...
She lamented.
"Where are... Mom and Dad?"
She mumbled hesitantly, keeping a wary eye on Jihun.
"Oh, 'them'?"
Jihun slammed two large boxes down on the bedside table with a heavy thud.
"They're right here."
"What... is this?"
"Can't you tell? Here's Mom."
He pointed to the boxes one by one.
"And Dad."
He indicated.
"Mom... Dad..."
Unable to believe it, Jiah blinked blankly as she stroked the boxes.
And then,
"I'm sorry... hic... Mom... Dad..."
She burst into a flood of tears.
"Fuck, I told you you're apologizing to the wrong person!"
With Jihun's roar, a heavy slap flew across her face.
"Say you're sorry to me! The one you should be fucking apologizing to is me!"
Jihun grabbed Jiah by the hair and slapped her cheeks repeatedly—smack, smack—until blood began to stream from her nose.
"Hic... sob..."
Jiah buried her face in the blanket, her shoulders shaking violently.
"Let me ask you something. What are you so fucking sad about? Huh? Why the fuck are you crying?"
Jihun yanked her head back by her hair again, forcing her to look him in the eye.
"Mom... Dad... you should have at least woken me up when they were sent off... you should have woken me... I'm still your sister..."
Jiah protested through her sorrow, questioning Jihun.
"Why? You were knocked out cold, snoring your head off after getting fucked."
At Jihun's words, Jiah finally broke down into hysterical wailing.
"I told you to shut your fucking mouth."
Jihun stuffed a blood-soaked wad of gauze into Jiah's mouth.
"Mph... mmph?..."
It was the gauze that had been stuffed inside Jiah's vagina.
Saturated with blood, pus, and fragments of rotting mucous membrane, the gauze assaulted Jiah's nostrils with a rancid stench.
"Mgh... mmph?!"
"Listen carefully, you crazy bitch. Honestly, I seriously considered throwing you into the crematorium to burn along with them."
Jihun paused, catching his breath, before continuing.
"Actually, I did ask. I asked if I could cremate you with them. But they said no. It wasn't because you're human, but... what was it? Ah, right, they just don't allow it. They told me if I wanted to burn a slave alive, I should look into a crematorium for livestock or pets... apparently, there are a lot of people doing that these days."
"Hic?!"
At this sudden, terrifying revelation, Jiah turned pale and began to hiccup in sheer horror.
"But that gave me some time to think. And the more I thought about it, the more of a waste it seemed. You—no, our family—stole my life from me. Sending you off so peacefully wouldn't be right, would it? So I made up my mind."
Regardless of her reaction, Jihun continued.
"You are my slave now. For the rest of your life—or rather, for as long as I allow you to live—you will repay everything I lost."
He tapped Jiah's forehead repeatedly as he delivered his threat.
"So, I look forward to working with you, slave."