Down the Drain
"What the fuck are you doing with that..."
Jihun's voice trembled as he watched Jia's absurd behavior.
"Ah."
Jia looked utterly bewildered.
"It wouldn't come clean, so I used detergent!"
Unable to grasp the situation, she offered a bright, vacant smile.
Even as she spoke, her hand moved to press the pump of the shampoo bottle once more.
"Hey, fuck... Stop! Stop!!"
Jihun flailed his arms and legs in a panic, chanting "Stop!" like some viral internet meme.
"...?"
Jia, meanwhile, remained completely clueless.
"Fuck... Do you have any idea what you're..."
Jihun didn't dare make a sudden move, terrified that his precious hair-loss prevention shampoo would be wasted even further.
A bizarre hostage situation unfolded in the bathroom, with the hair-loss shampoo held captive in Jia's hands while a restless Jihun stood frozen in confrontation.
The standoff shattered the moment Jia acted without thinking.
Still smiling innocently, she—
"...??"
—actually began twisting the cap to open the bottle.
"You fucking bitch!"
With a desperate shriek, Jihun lunged forward.
Like a driver slamming on the brakes when a wild deer suddenly leaps in front of their car at night, Jihun brought his foot down hard, stomping directly onto Jia's back.
"Aaaah!"
With a sharp scream, Jia slipped on the tile floor, slick with shampoo suds, and collapsed face-first.
"Fuck... You fucking bitch, do you have any idea how much this costs...?"
Ignoring Jia as she lay sprawled on the floor, Jihun snatched up the shampoo bottle as if it were a sacred relic.
Fortunately, the volume hadn't decreased by much.
But when a tiny bit of shampoo oozed from the slightly loosened cap,
"Fuck."
Jihun gasped in horror and twisted the cap shut with all his might.
"What's wrong...? Why are you doing this, Jihun...?"
"Do you even know how much this is...?"
While it was incredibly expensive for a shampoo, it wasn't actually a significant sum to Jihun, whose pockets were deep after seizing all of Jia's assets.
However, dealing with his sister, who had recently become increasingly slow to understand simple words, had been making his crown feel worryingly sparse.
To him, hair-loss prevention shampoo was more than just soap; it was the final bastion protecting a man's—no, a human being's—dignity.
"You. Fucking. Bitch. If the rag. Won't wash. You should at least do this."
Unable to contain his rage, Jihun snatched up the crumpled rag and threw it into the toilet bowl.
He pressed the handle to flush.
The toilet water swirled and rose, blocked by the stuffed rag, before spilling over onto the tiled floor.
"Why the hell do you still have this shoved up there anyway?"
He reached down and yanked out the other crumpled rag stuffed inside Jia's cunt.
"Aaaah!!!"
The rag, which had begun to fuse with the mucous membranes inside the folds of her vaginal walls due to the drying blood and pus, tore free with a wet, sticky shrrrk sound.
"Nooo, my cunny! It's tearing!"
What was tearing was not the rag, but Jia's severely weakened vaginal lining.
Bits of flesh that had adhered to the cloth were ripped away along with the foul-smelling blood and pus.
"Fuck, that rancid cunt stench..."
Jihun grimaced in disgust as if handling toxic waste, pinching the rag with his index finger and thumb—not that finger gesture—and dropping it into the toilet bowl.
In truth, it was less of a typical fishy odor and more the smell of rotting, necrotic tissue, but the distinction hardly mattered to him.
"Take better care of your cunt. Just how loose are you that you get a uterine prolapse every damn time?"
Jihun used his fist to shove her protruding organs back inside,
"You can't even wash your own hair, which is why you can't wash a rag properly."
He grabbed Jia by the hair—
"Mmmph-gurgle-glub!!!!!"
—and shoved her head violently down into the toilet bowl.
"Glub! Glub-glub!!!"
Her screams were reduced to bubbling gasps,
before being completely drowned out by the roaring whoosh of the toilet flushing.
The filthy water swirling from the dirty rags danced in the bowl, tangling itself in Jia's hair.
The putrid stench of blood, pus, and vomit pierced Jihun's nose, completely overpowering the scent of the shampoo.
If anything, it mixed with the distinct herbal aroma of the hair-loss shampoo, creating an unspeakably foul, sickening odor.
"Fuck..."
Jihun pinched his nose, grimacing, and held her head down for a moment longer before—
"Pffft... Haaah...!"
—yanking her up by her hair.
"Cough... hack... cough...!!!"
Jia coughed violently, filthy toilet water dripping miserably from her nose and mouth.
"Washing your hair with shampoo even I use sparingly... You're really living the luxury life, Sis."
"I'm... I'm sorry... Stop... My nose hurts... My eyes burn... It hurts so much, please... cough..."
"But look at the state of your hair, huh? I'll use some good shampoo to get you nice and clean, so just bear with it for a bit, okay?"
Jihun ran his fingers through her hair, squeezing out the filthy water, and then—
"Mmph... gurgle!!!"
—shoved her head back down and flushed again.
"Glub! Glub-glub!!!"
Jia's fingers contorted bizarrely as her limbs flailed, but her depleted strength made it impossible to break free from Jihun's grip.
The harsh surfactants of the shampoo burned her retinas and flooded her airway, searing her lungs as if she were submerged in liquid fire.
"Glub! gurgle!!!"
As oxygen deprivation slowly killed off her brain cells, a sticky fluid—a mixture of discharge and serous fluid from her failing vaginal membranes—oozed sluggishly from her vaginal opening.
After a moment,
"cough... wheeze..."
Only after repeating the water torture several more times did Jihun finally stop.
"Finish cleaning the bathroom and get out."
Just as Jihun gave the order and turned to leave—
"Sob... hic... Why... to me... Why me..."
—Jia's whimpering voice reached his ears.
"..."
Jihun paused and stared down at her, as if to say, Go ahead, let's hear what you have to say.
"Why... me... What did I even do wrong... Why me... Why..."
Jia continued to sob, rubbing her eyes.
"You still don't get it, do you...?"
Jihun let out a hollow laugh, disappointed that she hadn't offered a more coherent defense.
"Stop talking nonsense and just finish cleaning up."
"Send me... to Mommy and Daddy... I told you to send me to Mommy and Daddy... Why are you doing this... Let me go home... I don't want to be here..."
"I told you, this is our home."
"I don't know... I don't know about that... I want to see Mommy and Daddy... Send me to Mommy and Daddy..."
"At least make some sense..."
Jihun pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Hey, your mom and dad are dead. They went to the afterlife. You don't even know that?"
"I don't know... No... My mommy and daddy aren't dead... Let me go home..."
"Tsk."
When Jia showed no signs of stopping her whining, Jihun fell into thought.
"Ah, right. I have just the thing."
An idea struck him.
"Wait here. I'll bring Mommy and Daddy."
Jihun left the bathroom and returned a moment later holding something in his hands.
In his hands was—
"Say hello."
—a white ceramic box. An urn.
"Eh... Huh...?"
"I said, say hello."
"What... is this...?"
"Your mommy and daddy."
"No... That's not my mommy and daddy..."
Jia shook her head frantically, denying reality.
"It is them, though."
Jihun smirked.
"Look, see? Bone ash. It's your mom and dad."
He opened the lid, revealing the white bone powder filling the urn.
"Nooo!! That's not my mommy and daddy! Stop lying!!!!"
Jia let out a screeching scream, flailing her arms.
In her frenzy—
"Ah."
—the urn tilted and tumbled onto the bathroom floor.
What had once been their parents spilled out, mixing with the wet floor to form a pasty sludge.
"Ah... Uaaah... Uaaaah..."
Jia's eyes widened as she frantically swept her palms across the floor.
"Ah... Uaaah... Uuuah..."
She cupped her hands as carefully as she could, trying to scoop up the wet ashes and stuff them back into the urn.
The white bone ash turned a murky gray as it mixed with the dirty water.
"hic... sob..."
The horrifying sensation of the bone fragments in her hands finally dragged her back to reality.
"I'm sorry... Mommy... Daddy, I'm sorry... I was bad... I was bad..."
Jia wailed, her hands moving frantically.
"Cut the crap."
A stream of water washed over the floor, carrying the ashes on the tiles straight down the drain.
"No... Nooo!!!! Mommy!! Daddy!!!"
Jia desperately tried to cover the drain with her hands, but the ashes were already washed clean away.
"Uaaah... Aaaaah!! No!! Noooo!!!"
Sitting bare-assed on the cold floor, Jia kicked her legs and threw a childish tantrum.
"Sis, why are you throwing a fit? Didn't you say this wasn't Mom and Dad?"
"It is them... It is... hic... Uaaah!! Why!! Whyyyy!!!"
Jia screamed in protest, tearing at her own hair.
"Hmm... That's strange. I'm pretty sure I just heard you say it wasn't them."
"It is... It is, so please just stop..."
"No, I don't get it. You said it wasn't them. So that makes this trash, right?"
"Eh... Huh...?"
Jihun lifted the urn over the toilet bowl.
"Since it's trash, might as well throw it away."
The remaining bone ash poured out of the urn like falling snow.
"Stop!! Don't throw Mommy and Daddy down the toilet!!!"
Jia struggled desperately to stop him, but—
"What's the big deal about throwing away trash?"
"Kyaah!"
—a swift kick sent her flying back.
"Ah... Aaaah..."
What was left of her parents fell helplessly into the toilet bowl.
With a loud whoosh, they were flushed down the sewer.
"Hehe... giggle... Hehehe... Ahahaha!!! Ahahaha!! Mommy and Daddy are so funny!! Hehe... giggle... They went inside the toilet... My mommy and daddy... Hehehe... Ahahaha... giggle..."
Jia stared blankly into space, twisting her hands and feet as she giggled.
"Sis."
Jihun waved his hand in front of her face, but—
"Hehe... giggle... Our... mommy and daddy... are so much fun... Hehe... Huh...? giggle..."
—she didn't react.
It seemed she was completely broken.