It was when she was looking out the window, searching for an escape route, that she sensed something was off.
At the strange scent brushing past her nose, Seo-a tilted her head and took a deeper breath. All the windows were closed, and the room was practically sealed, so where could the smell be coming from?
When she took a second drag, she wondered if it was acrid smoke.
As the deep breath seeped deep into her lungs, the smell vanished like a lie. Instead, her ears buzzed as if water had suddenly entered her ear canals.
Nose, ears, next were the eyes.
Every time she blinked, the world shook violently. The afterimages of the shaking world were dizzying.
I'm clearly standing upright, so why... why is this...
Seo-a instinctively grasped her breath. She felt something like a long piece of cloth suddenly sagging. Then, she thought she heard a crashing sound from afar, but for some reason, she found herself lying on the floor.
Why... why am I like this......
Her thoughts seemed to drag on. It felt as if time was stretching out, and she wondered if this was a dream. The bottom felt like an abyss. It felt as if there was a pit behind her into which she would be sucked.
However, the figure of the abyss did not appear behind his back.
Just as she heard a dull thud like something breaking, someone's face suddenly came into view as her vision hit the ceiling. Her consciousness was hazy, but her heart sank at the guy's laugh.
"Oh no, I need to ventilate this before you lose your mind completely."
She needed to see where he was going, but she couldn't muster any strength in her neck.
It felt like the wind was blowing in. It felt like there was a layer between the skin and the wind. The man's face appeared again in her frozen vision.
"Where do you think you're running off to, pretty one? Huh?"
Seo-a desperately opened her eyes wide and tried to breathe. I have to get up, get up.
She took a deep breath. It felt like the wind was entering the tip of her nose.
She felt sensations gradually returning to her limbs, which had felt like they weren't her own. The buzzing sound seemed to be coming back a little, and the sensation in her skin, which had felt as though it were covered by a layer, seemed to be returning as well.
Seo-a desperately turned her body over. Then, she placed her palms on the floor and stood up. She tumbled several times as her elbows snapped violently, but she still couldn't give up. She didn't have time to think about what was wrong. There was nothing but to get out of here.
He giggles.
"Let's take the medicine. It's just right to 'take it at this level.'"
Just as she felt a shiver run down her spine, her body was lifted. She tried to scream, but since she couldn't put any strength into her stomach, no sound came out.
A strange feeling, like a layer had been placed over all the senses.
She was thrown somewhere. An overwhelming force pressed down on her entire body. Even as she thrashed about while buried, he merely laughed. He sat on her stomach and pinned her arms down with his knees. She felt like a helpless insect.
"Ah...!"
"Why did you wear this kind of thing again?"
The man leisurely unbuttoned Seo-a's coat. As he did so, he scrutinized the face of the woman pinned beneath him as if to examine her.
The large pupils, nestled deep within the almond-shaped eye sockets, seemed to ripple, then welled up with moisture. She struggled, refusing to comply, but the drug-induced vision was hazy and cloudy. The small lips parted helplessly, and each time, a faint moan escaped.
"That's fucking hot."
Feeling his penis swell in an instant, the man took a small medicine bottle from his pocket. Then, gripping Seo-a's chin with one hand, he pushed open the bottle cap with his thumb. The woman held in his hand turned her head this way and that. He could feel her feet flailing behind his buttocks, but it didn't matter.
He poured the precious medicine, worth hundreds of thousands of Kerte per drop, into the mouth where he wanted to shove his tongue right then and there. Then, to prevent the woman from leaving, he covered her mouth with his hand. The woman's movements became slightly more rebellious, but that only doubled his excitement.
"Ugh, mmm, huff."
"Let's wait a little while, okay? You'll feel better."
The guy gently stroked Seo-a's struggling leg.
“Did you ask?”
The hand covering her mouth was bitten, but the man grinned and suddenly slapped Seo-a's cheek.
Pack!
"You'll get punished if you bite again? You didn't get hurt, right?"
The guy, who had been examining Seo-a's cheeks this way and that, whispered while fiddling with her round earlobes.
"You've never done it before, have you?"
Seo-a breathed heavily and desperately.
What was more maddening than the whisper that had crept into her ear was her consciousness drifting far away. Everything seemed to slip away, as if she were falling into an abyss with no end in sight. She was convinced that if she fell into the abyss from here, everything would vanish into thin air.
She should have just followed that man out back then.
Even though she was suffocated with fear, she wished she had followed that person back then.
If someone could get her out of this hell, if anyone could just get me out of here, it didn't matter if it was a devil.
It was then, in the middle of hell, that she was actually looking for the devil.
Just as she thought she heard the sound of a long sigh, she thought she smelled the acrid scent of cigarettes. The movements of the person binding her body also stopped the moment the smell of cigarettes lingered.
Through the vision she was desperately clinging to, she saw him snap his head.
Seo-a, who had been dazed, also turned her eyes toward the direction the guy was looking. Instead of turning her neck, which wouldn't budge, she desperately rolled her eyes. Her slowly rotating vision stretched from the ceiling to the door.
A dark room.
At the entrance of the room, which she had expected to be paradise but was actually an abyss, that man was there, as if by magic.
Even in her dazed state, Seo-a recognized him at a glance.
A man who looked as if he were molded from darkness.
The tip of the cigarette, holding an ember, burned red. That acrid light was the only light existing in the darkness.
She hoped this was not an illusion.
The moment she desperately wished for that mediating red light to be real, he opened his mouth as if to tell a lie.
“Do you want to do more?”
The low voice was so monotonous it made your heart sink.
He looked relaxed, as if the violence unfolding in this darkness were nothing.
"If you want to do more, I'll wait a bit."
He was lighthearted, as if the situation she was in was no big deal.
Seo-a had no choice but to desperately cling to him.
Help.
No sound came out. No, she didn't even know if it came out or not.
Seo-a had no choice but to plead with him with her whole body.
Help.
She had no choice but to hope that her situation would reach him.
Please, don't... leave me like this.
Incomprehensible things sometimes lead to errors in proper cognitive judgment.
The one whose whole body was burning with the thought of 'educating' Seo-a should have thought a little more deeply about who the man suddenly appearing at the door was and how he had gotten in. Or perhaps he should have realized the gravity of the tingling sensation rising up his spine, or...
"If you want to do more, I'll wait a bit."
He should have properly understood that the strange words the man threw out contained not the slightest bit of self-awareness.
"Sir, I wonder if you have come to the wrong room."
His gaze, which had been fixed solely on the woman all along, rose. The tip of the cigarette turned red again. Taking a deep drag, he exhaled along with the smoke.
"Get out."
The strangely calm demeanor sent a shiver down his spine. He instinctively rolled his eyes to scan his surroundings. Fortunately, there was no one there except for the man.
He was dumbfounded, not knowing how the man got in, but he guessed he didn't notice because he was excited. As for the guys guarding outside... yeah, they probably stepped away for a moment. Anyway, they slipped away, so they must be back by now.
"I'm telling you, I think you've come to the wrong room."
"..."
"You're the one who came to the wrong place, so you should leave, shouldn't you?"
It was the moment he deliberately raised his voice so that people outside could hear.
The man who had been leaning against the door suddenly sprang to his feet. Before he could even react, he approached in an instant, and the next moment, he found himself grabbed by the back of his head. It was only after his neck was violently thrown back that he saw piercing blue eyes.
"They all just can't understand a word."
Oscar let out a hollow laugh and dragged the guy out of bed. He kicked him in the hamstrings to make him kneel, stepped on his thighs, and shoved a cigarette upside down into his mouth just as he was about to scream.
All of that happened naturally, like flowing water, in the blink of an eye.
"Ughhh, ugh!"
He tried to open his mouth due to the terrible, burning pain, but the force applied to his jaw made it impossible. The power of the feet pressing down on his thighs and the grip on the back of his head and jaw were overwhelming. He desperately flailed his only free hand, but it was no use.
He felt like he had become an insect.
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