Chapter 1 – 1. Kidnapped Woman
My last memory wasn’t a bad one.
I was happy with the friends I hadn’t seen in a long time, and I was filled with only good memories until the end.
Where the hell did the problem come from?
I was definitely a woman with a bright future.
I was smart, pretty, and better than anyone else.
Why am I… The way I am?
All I can do is just remember the past.
I was such a perfect, well-rounded woman.
Reminds me of the past like that.. My only.. Strength.
September 1st. The day before the start of the university.
That evening, drinking party.
“Guys, do you remember that year?”
Haha! Hey, it’s all in the past, what does it matter! It’s okay, it has nothing to do with me.”
“Ah~ Lee Ah-young, you’re really mean!”
“I should have killed them all anyway!”
“Isn’t there really nothing different from when you were in high school?”
High school classmates I met after a long time.
I am already in my 4th year of university, the age where I am on the verge of finding a job.
Drink with friends and talk about things that happened in the past.
Things that were fun, or things that were not fun or annoying. Everything was a mess
My name is Ayoung Lee.
She was pretty, had a good body, was born into a wealthy family, and studied well.
His personality was also quite good.
Well, since I have so many things…
It seems like I did a little bit of a bad thing…
Still, wouldn’t I have been a good student?
My friends liked me, and there were many kids who followed me.
Well.. Sometimes in human relationships.. There were troubles, but I won everything.
I was a woman who deserved it.
Although there were some bad memories,
The word memory, wrapped all those memories in a not bad way.
In the end, everything, most of my school days were perfect.
“Um.. But didn’t Joo-yeong have a hard time with him?”
“…”
A friend who brought up the name Joo-young. I just felt bad for nothing.
A name associated with my only bad memory.
“Ha.. Hey! What’s your name, Jooyoung Han? You really, it’s the same that you can’t match the atmosphere. Ha… Mr..”
“Ah..Ahyoung, I’m sorry..”
“Really, I feel good.”
A word from me creates silence in the drinking party.
It’s not my fault.
Since a bitch called a friend touches the most painful part of me, of course I have no choice but to be angry.
Jooyoung Han…?
I remember messing with that bitch.
The bitch who stood up to me and gave me sides. Maybe.. I remember it as our class president.
I think he studied better than me.. The more I thought about it, the more I didn’t like it.
Even thinking about it now, I get annoyed.
I decided to screw it up properly, and smashed her.
I don’t remember how it was, but…
Anyway, no regrets whatsoever.
Then, one of my friends raised his voice at me.
“Ayoung Lee. Do you feel sorry for Jooyoung? It’s because I’m really curious.”
“What? This! Under! Are these really crazy? It keeps jooyoung, jooyoung distance. What do I have to be sorry for? That bitch is crazy!”
“Ha.. Yes.. You really..”
The drinking party, which had a good atmosphere, became a ‘shit’ in the vulgar language with one word about a woman named Han Joo-young.
Of course, as the topic of conversation changes somehow,
I came back in a good mood, but.. It was hard to change the mood that was already caught.
“Hey! I’m going. Play with yourselves!”
“Are you going to just go like that? Hey!”
Ignoring my friends who were holding me back, I just walked out of the bar.
I’m moderately intoxicated.
It’s definitely a good night, but…
The name of a girl from the past.
After hearing that name… I definitely felt dirty.
Crowded street. Walking home alone
Noisy atmosphere. I didn’t like the atmosphere today.
At that time, a man who seemed to be dressed up as much as possible came up and talked to me.
“Hey, maybe you’re with us…”
“Go away!”
I cut off a man’s flirtation like a knife.
I know myself that I am pretty.
I was pretty from birth.
As I get older, I know better than anyone else that I am the prettiest.
So I, on the street, what to do with me,
I’m not the kind of girl to meet that kind of guy.
Those were my values, and I’ve always lived that way.
By the way..
I couldn’t remember the last thing I remembered about the man.
Really,
Anything.
Anything. I don’t remember.
Is this possible..?
What the hell.. I don’t have any memories.. Does it make sense?
Considering what happened after that, this level is too small.
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I hear people’s chatter.
Clap, less, less.
Along with the rattling sound of iron tools that I don’t know what it is.
And the lights above my vision.
My vision is out of focus, and all I can tell is that a light is shining above me.
“Ummm..”
“Are you awake? Waking up already, hey! Are you taking the right medicine?”
My vision is blurry. The lighting in front of my eyes is clear, but I can’t see the objects around me properly. But the hearing is clear.
What? Is it a dream I… At the end… Ah! Did you drink and fall asleep at home?
No, but why don’t you remember going home? Didn’t I drink that much? What?
Miscellaneous thoughts ran through my head, but I didn’t worry too much. Of course I thought it was a dream.
Jumuluck, Jumuluck.
Who caress my breasts Nerves all over the body are on edge.
“Town!”
Scream in surprise
However, no words come out.
Even my vision is blurry, so I can’t even see who is touching my breasts.
Is it a dream? A dream like this… It’s disgraceful even in a dream.
But for a dream, the tactile feeling in my chest was so clear.
Besides, it felt like I was touching my bare skin and my bare breasts, instead of touching them on top of my clothes.
“Your chest is huge. What’s his size?”
“It’s a 70F cup. She’s so pretty and has big breasts. I can’t even look at a girl like this normally.”
A clear audible conversation.
A dream.. Is it? If it’s a dream, it’s a very terrible nightmare.
“Come on, turn it over! I have to hurry up and finish it!”
At least three men touch my body.
All in all, the touch of bare skin against bare skin.
This.. This..?
Am I… Naked? In front of men?
Isn’t that feeling of touching your chest a lie?
No, but why is it so… So clear… To the touch…?
It’s not a dream… Is it?
I tried to move, but there was no strength in my body.
My body turns inside out at the hands of men.
I get into a prone position.
Slap! Slap!
The sound of someone slapping my butt with their palm. Tactile feel of the palm.
Someone hit me on the butt
“Eh?!”
Now that I’m in a prone position, I can see the floor in my field of vision. The focus seems to be slowly coming back.
But someone… Just…
Hitting my butt with the palm of my hand wasn’t enough, so I openly massaged my butt.
Then… I grabbed both sides of my… Butt… Hips… And spread them apart.
This feeling.. This… Was not a dream.
Tactile sensation for sure.
This… Oh!
“Ugh! Ugh!”
As soon as I realized it wasn’t a dream, I made a sound and tried to move my body.
I… I’m… Naked… And… I don’t know where I am.
No matter how hard I try, my body won’t move.
What did you do to my body…?
No, why am I lying here naked?
It was scary. Kidnap..? I.. Was kidnapped..?
“Now! Mr. Lee Ah-yeong, you seem to have woken up, but I’m going to carve the ‘cattle stigma’ on your butt, so please bear with it even if it hurts~ Come on! Start!”
“Ehh?”
Cattle stigma..? Cattle..That..Why that? What…What is this?
Me, to me that… Why?
Gee, crazy! S… Save me! Please, what do you mean by engraving it!
Mr. Fuck! Crazy! Help me! Seebaaar!
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State-recognized cattle stigma (called a mark of slavery, livestock mark, etc.)
The current situation in South Korea where the death penalty is not carried out.
The stigma of livestock refers to the tattoo (stigma) engraved on felons sentenced to death.
Once this tattoo is inscribed, the criminal loses all human rights and is forced to spend the rest of his life as a legal “Slave of the people.”
Since it is not treated as a human being, it is the greatest punishment in Korea that is sentenced only to anti-human, heinous criminals.
The area to be tattooed is the left hip,
After burning the buttocks with a high-temperature iron, leaving burn marks,
A tattoo is embroidered at that location with a special dye.
The stigma is permanent, and once engraved, it cannot be erased forever.
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After hearing that, I try to move my body to resist as much as possible.
But no matter how hard I try, my pure white naked body doesn’t move a finger.
Someone again kneads my butt and spreads it out on both sides.
Clearly, they have my ass hole and penis in their field of vision.
It was a shame. But nothing can be done.
People I’ve never seen before casually look at my precious parts, but I can’t resist.
Between the wide open hips in front of them, they admire without any conditions.
“The color of your butthole is pretty too.”
“Yeah, pretty bitches always have pretty pussies and buttocks.”
Besides, they are now trying to commit a ridiculous crime.
Does it make sense to embed that cattle mark on me, an ordinary citizen? No, is this possible?
“Come on, I’m going to Indu~ I’m hurt! Get out of the way~”
Tooth support.
Something heating up, something hot, approaches with a terrifying sound.
I can feel the heat approaching my ass.
Chaaaaagh! Supportive!
“Sigh! Turn it off!”
In my ass, in my ass, a hot pharynx is being burned.
A lot of pain comes, but still the body doesn’t move.
But my pain sensation is so sharp, I feel all the pain as it is.
My body, my hips, are burning.
My ass with a pharynx!
“Keuk, kkeuk… Turn it off!”
The smell of burning squid covers the entire space. The smell of my ass getting fat, or burning.
My ass… Is marked with the cattle stigma given to criminals, especially death row inmates.
“Turn it off!”
Moan in pain My body.. Still doesn’t budge.
The current situation.. Why is this happening to me?
I don’t understand at all.
Why are you doing this to my… Ass… Why… To me… Why are you doing this… Aaaaa!
Tears flow from my eyes. Tears of pain, and tears of fear.
It’s not a dream. If it were a dream, there would be no such vivid pain.
This is a real situation.
I really, forcibly,
On my… Buttocks… There’s a cattle brand on it.
“Off, off, off, off…”
“Crying so vulgarly?”
“Yeah, she’s such a pretty bitch, I’m a little sorry..”
At some point, the focus comes back a bit. A man puts his face in my face.
“Hya.. She’s pretty, she’s fucking pretty even when she cries.”
“Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off, turn it off.”
Chiyiyi profit!
The pharynx drops from the buttocks. It was painful, as if the flesh from his buttocks would fall off.
“Turn it off!”
My butt throbs.
Seriously, it was pharynxed.
Great pain. The pain of burning raw flesh was so terrible.
Still, I couldn’t quite understand the situation.
What the hell why? Suddenly. Why me
A man presses his face in front of Ah-young. And speak out
“Hmm. First of all, Ayoung Lee, we are experts in this field.
Now, the iron stamped on Ah-Young Lee’s butt is actually used by the government of the Republic of Korea, so A-Young is branded as a real livestock, just like real death row inmates.
And when the heat from the butt burn is gone, we’ll tattoo the brand on your butt using government-approved dye. It will be exactly like the real thing.
Therefore? After a while, you will be the same as a real Korean felon, that is, a death row inmate. Well, there are other things, but the ‘punishment chip’ has already been planted while Ah-young is sleeping.
Um… Your crime is, heinous criminal who committed 8 serial murders. We will ‘produce’ it perfectly like that. Hehe.”
Tears of pain and, at the same time, tears of despair flowed from Ayoung’s eyes.
What the hell, this man’s words that I can’t understand at the moment. Words I don’t understand.
Her body doesn’t move at all, but sadly, her mind is so intact. Every single word is embedded in Lee Ah-young’s brain.
I had a strong feeling that all these organized movements that kidnapped me… And anesthetized me… This wasn’t a lie.
If that man’s words… Are true… What should I… Do… I…
Body still motionless.
How much time has passed…
Time has passed… But I’m still… Just laying down without any resistance.
To Do Do Do! To Do Do Do! To Do Do Do!
A sharp pain surged from Lee Ah-young’s buttock again.
On Lee Ah-young’s buttocks with the cattle brand, on the painful part from the burn.
Tattoos start to appear. A tattoo needle that is inserted into a painful area with burn marks.
“Turn it off!”
Ah-yeong’s moans echo again in pain.
“Anyway, Mr. Lee Ayoung! I feel sorry for you, but what can I do? This is our job.”
The man looks at Lee Ah-yeong and smiles. After that, he disappears from Lee Ah-young’s sight.
Fighting. Fighting.
Tears continue to pour from Ayoung’s eyes.
The sound of the tattoo machine resounding from the hip,
At the same time, the pain that accompanies each tattoo continues to be felt.
This hopeless situation.
But all Ah-yeong could do was shed tears and hope that this was all a dream.
Naked, Lee Ah-young is lying face down on a cot.
She sobbed for a long, long time, feeling the tattoo needles sticking out.
“Ruler! That’s it!”
At the same time as the man’s words coming from the direction of the hip, Ah-young’s consciousness is cut off again.
