The White Canvas
I return to the main base. And, as always, I decontaminate. Then, I strip the two men and the one woman I have tied up. There is no reason to wear clothes in here. Clothes are nothing but contaminants. The two men still haven't lost their venom; they glare at me with eyes that look like they want to kill me. The woman is no different. She glares at me with vicious eyes, and that gaze is perhaps even more venomous than the men's.
However, the look in their eyes changes completely once they enter the laboratory. Eyes filled with fear. Confused eyes mixed with terror and nausea. Well, that’s to be expected. Anyone would look like that if they saw zombies kept in cages with their limbs severed.
These are the zombies I caught before the last of the lymph nodes were exhausted. They are kept in thick acrylic fish tanks equipped with air filters, lined up against the laboratory wall like a display. It would be horrific enough if they were dead, but these zombies are still alive. Well, it’s a bit embarrassing to call them "alive," but regardless, it’s a method I’ve devised. This way, I can "store" zombies for as long as I need. I can extract fresh lymph nodes the moment I need them.
"Fascinated? You’ll be like that soon, too," I say, and their expressions twist violently. The two men, who had been full of bravado and posturing, are different now. The venom in their eyes has vanished, replaced only by despair and fear. The woman looks like she’s about to faint. That’s understandable. Even if you’ve prepared yourself to die, 'how' you die matters immensely. They might even prefer to be killed cleanly rather than become a miserable zombie. There is a huge difference between just dying and dying while being humiliated.
Ignoring the men, I take various items from one side of the lab: cotton swabs, syringes, wax, soothing gel, and the like. When I approach the woman, she makes a face like she’s about to faint and struggles. She must have seen the syringe. It’s scary, I suppose. I brought out a syringe so suddenly. Well, it doesn't matter anyway. She’s already tied up; what good will struggling do?
I grab her legs and spread them. I bind her thighs and ankles together while they are spread. The woman is tied in an 'M' shape. She tries to close her legs, but I force them open again and bind them with splints.
"If you keep struggling, I'll skip the chance and just feed you to the zombies. While you're still alive."
At that, her struggling stops instantly. The two men, who had been turning their heads to watch, also look nauseated. I wash the woman's lower body thoroughly. I also wipe her body down with gauze soaked in alcohol. Then, I wax all of her pubic hair. "Ugh! Ugh!" She lets out muffled groans; with her mouth taped, that’s all the sound she can make. The two men look at me as if I’m insane. They can’t even fathom what I’m about to do. Regardless, I finish the waxing, apply soothing gel, take out a cotton swab, and insert it into her vagina to collect a sample. I draw blood, too. Then, I take the swab and the blood to the adjacent lab and put them into a culture medium.
Hmm. Now I have to wait a day. While I ponder what to do in the meantime, I decide to deal with the two men first. There’s no need to keep them in human form. It only increases the risk for no reason. Once they’ve made it this far, they aren't getting out alive anyway. So, it’s better to just trigger the infection.
I go back to the lab and inject the two men with zombie body fluid in front of the woman. Soon, both men begin to turn. They transform into large, hulking zombies. The woman watches them and eventually faints. She fainted from extreme terror. Still, their spore concentration is only about 80 percent, so it seems they haven't reached spontaneous mutation yet. They must be under a lot of stress.
I sever the limbs of the two men who have become zombies. Then, I put them into the tanks. I feed the severed limbs to the zombies in the other tanks. This way, those two zombies will extend their lives for a while longer. They’ll be able to stay alive for quite a bit longer.
As I do this, I think about how truly wicked my actions are. If someone saw this scene, they’d probably call me a demon. But I guarantee it: there are people in this world far more terrible than me. My actions would probably look like child's play compared to them.
The men are taken care of, so now it’s the woman’s turn. The woman, having woken up from her faint, trembles in fear when she sees me. She’s trembling so hard she’s practically wetting herself.
"Sigh. You're a lot of work."
I untie her legs and tell her to get up. The terrified woman trembles but obediently follows my orders. Well, she saw the two men she was with turn into zombies and have their limbs severed right in front of her eyes, so it’s only natural she’d be submissive. Ah, she didn't see the limb severing because she was fainted? Well, that’s a relief.
I keep her handcuffed and lock her in the bathroom next to the lab. At least this way, I won't have to clean up her excrement myself. It’s annoying enough to clean up when she wets herself. I leave the lab and take a leisurely rest.
A day later, I take out the culture medium and blood to run various tests. The tests I’m running are for STDs. Gonorrhea, syphilis, chlamydia, herpes, AIDS. Things like that. I check the results. Then, I go to the woman locked in the bathroom. When I open the door, she is sitting on the toilet and lifts her disheveled head. She ate the food I gave her, at least. Well, I guess she couldn't resist the hunger.
"Get out."
"P-please, spare me. Please."
"I’m not going to kill you. So get out."
Even though I said that, she hesitates, as if she doesn't trust me. It irritates me a little. Why don't they listen the first time I say something?
"If you keep being troublesome, I really will kill you. So listen when I speak once. Get out."
Only then does she come out of the bathroom, trembling violently.
"Hold out your hands."
She holds out her handcuffed hands. I unlock them. She looks at me with anxious eyes. The look says, 'Why on earth is he unlocking these?'
"Wash yourself. Here. Right now."
Whether it’s because I barked at her, she looks at me as if to ask what on earth this is, but she starts washing immediately. She washes her hair and her body. I stand in the corner with my arms crossed, watching her wash, and she keeps glancing at me nervously even while she’s cleaning herself. Once she’s finished, I take her to the room next to the lab.
It was worth building everything so large. I can do anything inside the lab. Actually, the lab with the zombies isn't really a lab if you think about it. It’s more like a detached building. I deliberately designed the building so that every area could be completely sealed off. The architect who designed this probably thought I was a very strange person. The people who built it probably wondered what on earth this was for, too.
"Go in."
A room with an attached bathroom. A room where I installed a lock on the outside yesterday. So, this place is no different from a prison. It’s a room without windows or anything else. All it has is a bed. And it’s a heavy, iron-framed bed at that.
"Congratulations. You tested negative for all STDs."
She looks at me as if she doesn't know what that means. Then, her expression turns to one of horror. Of course. If she had tested positive for even one STD, I would have turned her into a zombie, too. Since she was negative for everything, she was able to save her life. She’s been promoted from a zombie to a sex toy? But can you call this a promotion? Well, it’s better than dying, so I guess it is a promotion.
"So go lie down. And spread your legs."
She swallows hard. Then, as if she’s made up her mind, she obediently goes and lies on the bed. When she spreads her legs, her vagina is fully exposed. I had already seen it when I waxed her and took the samples, but it feels completely different from yesterday. Yesterday, she was just an experimental participant who came from the outside world. She was in a state no different from a piece of meat, with not a hint of sexual appeal. But not now.
This woman has a good body and large breasts. Even without makeup, her appearance is decent. Plus, she’s washed herself clean now. I’ve confirmed she has no STDs. So, my penis is reacting. The woman in front of me has finally become a woman I can fuck. This is normal, isn't it? I take off my pants. My already fully erect penis stands stiffly, as if begging me to put it in quickly.
As I approach, she seems to have changed her mind. She doesn't have a look of horror or contempt. She’s even smiling, as if wearing a mask. She looks like a professional prostitute dealing with a customer.
"What kind of work did you do?"
"Room salon..."
As expected. I knew it. It wasn't for nothing that she was with those gangsters. Plus, that expression she has right now. It’s hard to make an expression like that unless you've done this a few times, isn't it? She’s clearly not a novice at dealing with shitty men.
"Right. Then just obediently cater to me. It won't be a bad thing for you, either."
Saying that, I grab my penis and rub it against her vagina. My pre-cum, already flowing, smears onto her, and my penis slides into her vagina. "Ugh." She lets out a groan reflexively. Seeing that, I feel a slight sense of absurdity inside. She was trembling just a moment ago, but not now. She even seems calm. She’s even giving me the kind of reactions men like. Well, it doesn't matter. What does it matter? I’ve got a fleshlight I can fuck to my heart's content.
This is the first time I've had sex since I was with Suhyang a long time ago. So, the sensation is bound to be good. The stimulation is intense. Plus, this woman is very skilled at sex. For one, her reactions are good, and she knows what men like. She’s good at fake smiles and fake moans, too. So, I’m satisfied. After all, there’s no pleasure as primal as thrusting your penis into a woman’s vagina. Plus, I can do whatever I want with this woman. She’s as good as my property. So, I thrust my hips freely, without worrying about anything else. Then, I ejaculate right inside her vagina.
"Hoo."
As I sigh and look at her, she looks at me with seductive eyes, as if trying to entice me. Right. She must have realized that’s more advantageous for her survival. Looking at that, I don't think she’s a very stupid woman. At least she saved her life. She doesn't have to worry about starving to death or being attacked by zombies. Of course, she’ll never be able to leave this place, but that’s another matter.