Chapter 3: Broken Wings and the Twisting Abyss
As the vicious haze of the drug finally lifted, what rushed in was a brutal reality and a searing wave of self-loathing.
Yu-ran opened her eyes, curled up on the cold cement floor.
Her exposed skin peeked through the torn shirt, still flushed red under the harsh lights.
On the inside of her thighs, the shameful remnants from last night had dried into stiff, sorrowful crusts.
What the hell... did I do...?
She was a journalist.
The top news anchor in Korea, standing against injustice and delivering truth to the masses—a faithful, trusted wife to one man.
But every time she recalled herself last night, drugged and moaning lewd lines in front of the camera lens, squirting wildly from a single finger, nausea surged up.
Yu-ran desperately tried to piece together her shattered pride, frantically turning her mind to strategy.
I can't break here. Get it together, Seo Yu-ran. Choi Yeong-gon is a businessman.
A man who calculates every profit and loss. I have to convince him it's more gain to keep me alive and controlled than to destroy me completely.
Click. The door swung open, and a burly guard strode in, slamming a tray of food onto the floor.
Yu-ran refused the meal, her face pale as she clutched at the man's pant leg.
"Wait... please, let me see Chairman Choi. Tell him I want to negotiate. The corruption files I've gathered...
I'll hand them all over. I'll cancel the broadcast, step down from anchoring.
If that's what he wants, I'll leave the country and never come back. Please..."
The voice of the once-prim announcer twisted into desperate pleading.
But all she got was cold silence and a rough kick.
"Shut up and eat."
The iron door slammed shut with a bang, sending Yu-ran tumbling across the floor.
No matter how she racked her brains for a logical escape, this was a lawless pit where reason and common sense held no sway.
Despair crushed her soul—the realization that her intellect, her values, meant nothing against raw violence.
Gaze
One wall of Yu-ran's solitary cell was a special magic mirror—invisible from inside, but fully transparent from outside.
Beyond that glass, in the dim observation room, stood Chairman Choi Yeong-gon and a mysterious man with a sturdy build and chilling eyes: the Trainer.
Choi Yeong-gon took a drag from his cigar, peering down with interest at Yu-ran huddled and weeping on the floor.
"As you can see, that bitch has a pathologically strong sense of morality. Fanatical loyalty to her husband, too.
That's why she's thrashing around, trying to scheme her way out with that brain of hers."
The Trainer observed Yu-ran's every twitch with obsessive focus, a cold smile curling his lips.
"Chairman, creatures with strong morals and high pride... fall the easiest once broken.
Because their self-built tower of values is so tall,
when drugs and shame crumble the foundation, they plummet uncontrollably to the depths."
"But if we keep pumping her full of drugs in that state, her brain might fry completely.
I need her sharp enough to understand my orders and play puppet for me in public."
The Trainer adjusted his glasses and shook his head at Choi's concern.
"No need to worry. Repeated blunt drug dosing would warp her reason and values, reducing her utility.
But my program is different. First, I'll corrupt her body into a slave to orgasm,
then finally bend her mind into perfect submission."
The Trainer's gaze drifted to Yu-ran's quivering thighs.
"I'll remodel Announcer Seo Yu-ran's noble shell intact, starting from the deepest recesses of her psyche.
I'll etch it into her bones: that she's a bitch who can't even breathe without you, Chairman.
Once she passes through my hands, she'll be a perfect hound—barking only for you, in heat only at your command."
Choi Yeong-gon burst into hearty laughter, satisfied.
"Excellent. I'm looking forward to it. Start immediately."
Second Dosage
Clack. The cell door opened again. Yu-ran instinctively shrank back, but this time it wasn't just a guard.
A man in a white coat—the Trainer—and in his hand, a syringe filled with a far denser drug than before.
"N-no... stay away... please, stay back!"
Yu-ran scrambled desperately into the corner, but burly men seized her limbs and pinned her to the floor.
The Trainer exposed her pale thigh and plunged the needle deep into the soft flesh.
"Aaaahhh!!"
As the new drug awakened every cell, spreading like fire, Yu-ran's pupils dilated wildly once more.
Her brain, filled with despair, sank back into the fog of catastrophic pleasure.