The Mark of Ownership
"Is it... scanning right?"
A short while after leaving the tattoo shop, Jihun points his smartphone camera at Jia's Y-zone, just above her groin.
The reason was simple.
The womb tattoo wasn't the only thing he had branded onto Jia.
In fact, the QR code etched between the wings of the womb tattoo was the real centerpiece.
"But Jihun... what is this QR code for...?"
Jia asks, shifting restlessly as she tries to read Jihun's expression.
"You've gotten awfully curious lately, Sis."
"Eek?! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! No, I was wrong!"
Though his tone is lightly teasing, Jia is seized by sheer terror and lets out a shrill shriek.
Clutching her head, Jia curls into a tight ball on the ground.
The overwhelming dread causes her urethra to slacken, and a thin stream of watery urine mixed with arousal fluids trickles down between her thighs.
"Sis, I told you not to piss outside."
"I-I'm sorry..."
"Tsk. Don't you see everyone watching? Are you trying to make me look like a freak? Am I really that bad of a guy, Sis? Huh?"
"Ugh... ah..."
Unable to form a proper response to Jihun's scolding, Jia merely babbles like an infant undergoing mental regression.
Meanwhile, several pairs of eyes watch the spectacle with keen interest.
Although they had a car—a German import that used to belong to Jia but was now Jihun's—Jihun had intentionally chosen to take the subway.
And whenever they went out, Jia was kept completely naked.
While the primary goal of these naked outings was to inflict deep personal humiliation upon Jia, there were several other motives at play.
By stripping away 'clothing'—one of the fundamental necessities of human life—he sought to reinforce the realization that she was no longer an equal human being like Jihun or other men.
Another purpose was...
"Do a dogeza, and I'll let it go."
By controlling even her right to wear clothes, he was systematically conditioning her mind to depend on and obey him.
As if to prove this,
"Yes... I'm so sorry for being a useless sister who can't even hold her own piss..."
Jia pushes herself up and meekly performs a naked dogeza.
Prostrating naked in front of a crowded subway ticket barrier was a level of degradation no normal human could fathom. Yet, in Jia's broken mind, it felt like a merciful alternative to Jihun's physical violence and wrath.
She even felt a twisted sense of gratitude toward Jihun for offering her such an escape.
This was the textbook definition of extreme gaslighting.
"Good girl. You're getting really good at this, Sis."
"Thank you..."
Jia keeps her forehead pressed against the cold floor, her hands neatly folded, waiting for Jihun's permission to move.
Having once been beaten within an inch of her life for standing up without permission, she had learned to remain perfectly still until ordered otherwise.
And then, the murmurs of the crowd drift over.
"Hey, is that a yeochuk?"
"For a slave bitch, she's incredibly hot, isn't she?"
"Look at how plump her pussy is."
The onlookers whisper among themselves as they watch her prostrate naked.
Their eyes feast greedily on her exposed rear, visually raping the bare flesh of her groin laid bare by her kneeling posture.
"She's leaking."
"In public? What a total pervert."
Though her eyes are pressed to the floor, she can hear every single word. The shame washes over her.
The humiliation morphs into a strange, tingling itch deep inside her groin, causing thick, milky fluids to seep out and drip onto the tiles.
Jihun slowly circles around her, taking in the sight.
As his footsteps fade, panic sets in.
"Ji-Jihun? Where did you go? You didn't leave me, did you?"
Jia asks, her voice trembling with sudden terror.
"I... I'm scared... Please answer me. You didn't leave me here alone, right?"
Keeping her head pinned to the ground, she frantically searches for any sign of her brother.
Jihun was her tormentor, but he was also the only shield she had left in this cruel world.
"I don't have any clothes on... Please don't leave me alone, Jihun..."
Sobbing with fear,
"Ugh..."
She cautiously lifts her head to look forward.
And then—
"Aaargh?!"
Someone kicks her hard from behind.
Specifically, the toe of a shoe drives straight into the sensitive flesh of her groin.
"Ah... it hurts..."
Jia rolls onto her side, clutching her crotch in agony like a man who had just been kicked in the groin.
"Did I tell you that you could look up?"
"I-I'm sorry..."
Hearing Jihun's voice, Jia gasps out her apology while still holding her throbbing groin.
Despite the blinding pain of the kick, a look of profound relief washes over her face.
Even though he was the one hurting her, he was still her only protector.
"Seriously, what am I going to do with you? You're so incredibly stupid..."
"I-I'm sorry... I'll let you use my body however you want, Jihun. Please don't abandon me just because I'm stupid..."
"Tsk. Always running your mouth..."
Jihun looks down at her with irritation.
"You got piss on my shoe. Clean it."
He thrusts his foot forward.
"But I don't have anything to..."
Jia has no towel, let alone a scrap of cloth to use as a rag.
"Use your tongue."
"...Huh?"
"Lick it clean!"
Jihun roars, kicking her square in the face.
"Kyaah!"
With a sharp scream, Jia sprawls backward onto the floor, her legs splayed wide like a frog, her head thrown back in a pathetic display.
"Look at that..."
"Is that a tattoo on her face?"
"What does it say? Flesh Toilet?"
"She actually got that written on her own face? Women these days are seriously out of their minds..."
As Jia's head lolls back and her hair falls away, the fresh tattoo on her forehead is exposed to the bright station lights.
"Kyaaaah!"
Horrified, Jia frantically tries to pull her hair forward to cover her forehead.
"Who told you to cover that?"
"I'm sorry..."
"Who the fuck gets a tattoo just to hide it? Huh? Do you think I paid good money for that brand just for you to cover it up? Do you take me for an idiot? Ah, maybe I am an idiot. That's probably why you treated me like shit back then."
"No! That's not it..."
"I guess you don't need me anymore, Sis. Maybe I should just sell you off to a snuff video crew. Or better yet, maybe I'll just sell you to a slaughterhouse."
"I was wrong! I lost my mind! Please forgive me! I'll never do it again, I swear!"
Pissing herself once more in sheer panic, Jia clings to Jihun's legs.
In her mind's eye, she can already see herself: gutted, mutilated, and hanging from a meat hook in a cold freezer, her lifeless eyes staring into nothingness.
"Then show everyone your tattoo."
"Yes..."
Trembling, Jia pulls her bangs back with both hands.
"You call that showing them?"
"How... how should I do it? I'm too stupid to know..."
"Sigh..."
Jihun lets out an exaggerated, irritated sigh.
"Pull your hair back completely, and spread your legs wide in an M-shape. Show some sincerity if you're actually apologizing. Or do you really want to get slaughtered?"
"No! I'll do it! Right now!"
Terrified, Jia drops her hips onto the cold floor and forces her legs open into a wide M-shape.
She pulls her hair back as far as she can, exposing her branded forehead for everyone in the subway station to see.
"Now, apologize to everyone else, not just me. Tell them you're sorry for pissing in public."
"Yes..."
Jia catches her breath and begins.
"My name is Min Jia, and I am the older sister of my brother, Min Jihun! I... I am nothing but my brother's personal cock-sleeve, a useless bitch who can't even hold her own piss... Ugh... I'm a retarded Flesh Toilet... I'm so sorry for making a scene... I pissed myself... I'm just a stupid, brain-dead whore... Hehe... Ugh... Hehe... The only thing I'm good for is milking semen with my cunt... So... ugh... I pissed out of my cunt... Uh... I mean..."
With her forehead fully exposed and her legs splayed in a grotesque M-shape, Jia babbles incoherently to the crowd.
The toxic cocktail of terror, shame, and the perverse thrill of being visually violated turns her brain to mush, leaving her unable to string together a coherent apology.
"I'm definitely uploading this online."
"Hey, show us your cunt a bit better!"
Onlookers crowd around her, snapping photos and recording videos with their smartphones.
Though her degradation would soon plaster social media, Jia is too consumed by her desperate struggle to escape immediate pain and terror to care.
"Hehe... please take pretty pictures of this stupid, useless whore..."
Spewing self-deprecating insults, she spreads her legs even wider, using her fingers to part her labia and expose her vaginal opening in a series of vulgar poses.
Tears well in her eyes, but her lips twitch into a manic, trembling grin like a madwoman.
"That's enough. You can't even get a simple apology right, Sis."
Watching her make a fool of herself, Jihun finally cuts her off, annoyed by her incoherent rambling.
"Th-thank you. Hehe..."
Her facial muscles twitch and spasm from forcing the fake smile.
"Now, lick my shoes and the floor clean. Hurry up."
"Y-yes! I understand! I'll clean it right away!!"
Jia scrambles to Jihun's feet, bowing her head low.
Hovering over his shoe, she parts her lips and extends her soft tongue, a thick thread of saliva stretching down to the floor like a spider's web.
Slurp... lick...
Jia meticulously licks the urine-soaked leather of Jihun's shoe.
"Make sure it shines."
Slurp... mgh...
At his command, she gathers her long hair and uses it like a polishing rag to buff his shoes.
Her once-beautiful hair absorbs the dust and urine, turning into a stiff, tangled mess.