Chapter 151 – #38_Abyss (3)
One.
The basement, where the door was locked and the lights were turned off, became a space where not a single ray of light could enter.
Have you ever been trapped in pitch darkness like this?
I assure you, you can never do anything human.
At first, I laughed at his complacency.
To leave me unattended without being tied down in a place like this.
There is no prison in the world that cannot be escaped from.
There must be a loophole somewhere, and if you need to, you can find or make something to use as a weapon here.
Why isn’t it even in the movie? A person who was confined to eating only fried dumplings for 15 years.
He also dug out the wall with a spoon.
Well, of course, I didn’t escape with that, but anyway, that loophole would exist here too.
But when I thought of myself trapped here for 15 years, my body trembled.
Let’s not let that happen.
There must be a way to make Yu-chan fall in love with me using the beauty world, or run away while taking advantage of a moment’s carelessness.
But it wasn’t long before I realized how effective this darkroom was as a place of confinement.
I really can’t see anything.
Even if I put my hand right in front of my face, I can’t even see the shape.
It was difficult even to examine the room.
“Cold…”
For a while, I sat on the bed and wrapped myself in a blanket to keep myself warm, but for some reason it seemed to be getting colder.
Still, I can’t just spend time like this.
The woman in the recording is believed to have spent time in this room, tied to the delivery table she saw earlier.
It means that next time she might not be able to move around the room as freely as she does now.
When I recalled the recording, there were lumps of chicken meat on my skin.
Did Yu-chan really let her go? And how much humiliation she must have endured to become her survivor of her.
Among the acts Yu-chan forced her to do were immoral tortures that she could not bear to speak of.
Electric shocks to her nipples her, forced copulation with her male dog, and all sorts of horrible things.
In the midst of a sudden change in reality, the sense of reality stuck to my head a beat later, like a stretched shadow.
“We have to get out of here.”
With the feeling of a blind groping her elephant, she carefully put her feet down on the bed and recalled, as best she could, the layout and furniture arrangements of the basement she had seen earlier.
First of all, there is a shower booth and toilet on the left side of the bed, and there is an iron door that is the entrance to the right side of the bed.
In the front, there will be a delivery table that has been modified to restrain her hands and feet from her, and in front of it will be the chair Yu-chan was sitting on.
“Ouch!”
Stumbling forward, I hit my shin against a chair.
The sound of a chair falling is deafening.
I was in so much pain that I burst into tears.
Human emotions are so funny.
I was suppressing both despair and sorrow, but my eyes were burning with tears just from the pain.
“Ugh… Uh…”
No one is watching, but I stubbornly swallow my tears.
It was a disgrace to myself to shed tears while playing at the man’s jokes.
I will definitely get out of here.
2.
A long time has passed.
I really had no choice but to describe it like this.
When you live in a place where you can’t see anything 24 hours a day, the notion of time flies lightly.
Early on, I desperately explored the basement, racking up bruises on my knees and arms.
But now, curled up on the bed, she is barely holding on to the blanket.
I remember hearing that if no visual information is provided to humans, humans create hallucinations to create information to process.
And it really was.
Sometimes I swallowed my screams at the vision of a large wall crushing me from all sides, and I was blinded by the hallucination of an open door and light coming in.
But even that, after sleeping a couple of times, gradually disappeared when I woke up.
There is no way to know if the brain has adapted to this darkness, but the fear is gradually amplified.
There was no proper means of escape from this place.
If I had to pick one, it would be hanging myself with a chain hanging from a doorknob.
Until I fulfilled my revenge, I had no desire to die, so I put it on hold forever.
After some time passed, my heart was filled with anxiety.
Because there was a toilet, I was able to dispose of the toilet, and I could quench my thirst with the water supply in the toilet, but I couldn’t eat anything to eat.
Hungry, exhausted, exhausted.
The fact that I didn’t even know how hungry I was made it even harder for me.
Couldn’t he actually intend to kill me here?
Could it be that he was trying to get his hands dirty without getting his hands dirty?
I didn’t do anything at the time I came up with this idea.
This is because the wisest means is to wait for rescue while minimizing energy consumption.
When I couldn’t even fall asleep because of my anxiety, a strong light arose as if burning my eyes.
“Ugh…”
– Kiririk!
It was only when I heard the sound of the rotary mechanism operating that I knew that Yu-chan had returned.
I really don’t want to admit it, but I’m glad to see that popularity.
I hurriedly got up from the bed.
“Sorry Maria, you’re a little late.”
I was hoping that the police would come.
Entering through the door was Yu-chan, a man carrying a large bag.
The conflicting emotions of relief and displeasure made a noise in his chest and he felt the urge to scream at him.
I wanted to scream that I was so scared.
“……”
But he’s not one to pamper me.
He is the one who brought me to this point.
It’s something I should hate.
If you tried to control me with an old and worn psychological mechanism called Stockholm Syndrome, it would be a big mistake.
“Aren’t you happy? Say hello Don’t just stand there like a wooden stone.”
He approached me with great strides and patted me on the cheek.
Ironically, when someone other than me touched it, I felt a sense of relief.
I think this is not an illusion.
“You’ve been there.”
There were many words piled up, but I suppressed what I wanted to say and bowed politely.
I don’t think it’s servile.
Hanshin crawled between the butcher’s crotch to hide his cause.
A gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even if it takes ten years.
“I want Miss Maria to be a good and cute child. She’s a sweet, spoiled, well-mannered kid.”
He didn’t ask why I was late, or how I was doing.
While unpacking the bag, he just held out his clothes to me in my underwear.
“But Miss Maria thinks she’s a great, mature woman, doesn’t she? So I thought about it. How can she make Miss Maria into a cute child?”
“What do you mean?”
I must be cute enough already.
“Do you know about the Stanford Prison Experiment?”
Every know
It is one of the most famous psychological experiments.
It was also an experiment that completely ignored the experimental ethics that was only possible in the 1970s.
“Social psychologist Philip Zimbardo assigned roles to random groups of good citizens. It was a prisoner and a prison guard.
Those who were sorted out weren’t trained to be prison guards, nor were they guilty convicts.
It’s just that Professor Zimvador asked me to do role-playing perfectly in prison.”
As a result, people completely immersed themselves in the role.
The prison guards, who were good citizens, abused and oppressed the prisoners, and the prisoners who were also good citizens accepted their condition as prisoners and gave up active resistance and submitted to the prison guards’ tyranny.
“In the end, the experiment, which was planned for two weeks, was stopped after five days. In this way, human beings are easily affected by given conditions, situations, and roles.”
“It’s really amazing.”
Anxiety creeps up in your chest.
So, are you going to recreate that experiment here and now?
“Take a look.”
I unfolded the clothes he handed me.
“This… What is this?”
“Sorry, Miss Maria is on the small side, but her kindergarten uniform does not fit. It took me a while to make it myself.”
“You want me to wear a kindergarten uniform?”
“Because that will be your prison uniform.”
A top with a yellow collar on a sky blue pastel shade base and a pleated white skirt. And even the name Maria Kim written on colorful badges.
Other accessories included a round hat and a cross bag with a character that children would like.
In short, it’s not something that could be worn by an adult woman.
I looked at them with trembling eyes.
It’s not enough that they ordered twin tails, so they make them wear clothes like this?
There is a degree to being treated as a child.
This was a contempt for my lofty intellect and identity.
“You understand what I mean you have to be a good kid to get out of here?”
“You mean to act like an immature, stupid child.”
His intentions were clear.
To me, immature, childish, and stupid are the farthest words that make up my identity.
By emphasizing such behaviors on me, I will restructure my self like the Stanford prison experiment.
In the way I hate, ignore, and belittle the most.
Yuchan, ignoring me, took out something from his bag.
In an instant, the anger subsided.
What he took out was beef porridge in a lunchbox.
His nose his, which had become sensitive from an empty stomach, even revealed the contents of the lunchbox, which he had only opened from afar.
The savory smell of sesame oil, salty jangjorim, gwari peppers, and spicy radish radish kimchi.
Even if you don’t see it, the scent that smells like you saw it in person pierces your empty stomach.
“You must be hungry and lose a lot of stamina, so let’s start by eating something. It will be delicious because it is made by hand.”
It was the first time, I swear, that his offer had sounded so welcome.
He reached for the lunchbox as if he couldn’t help it.
However, he avoided his hand and moved the lunchbox behind him.
It seems that he hasn’t learned that playing with food will bleed.
Without lying, it seemed that my eyes would turn upside down.
“Sit down on the bed.”
What else to do…
Anxiety can be an afterthought. Nutrition now comes first.
I don’t know how many days I’ve starved, but I thought I’d die at this rate.
He came up to me in his underwear and put a napkin around my neck.
No, it’s a napkin, but it’s just a little bigger baby bib.
Anxiety crept in.
I think you already know what it is.
The spoon he used to make porridge with is also a plastic baby spoon with a character on it.
As a spoon of porridge floated in front of my nose, the more stimulating scent of food came through.
It feels like you are sticking your nose in porridge.
“If you want to eat, ask.”
Are you trying to bribe me with just something to eat?
It was too big an empty stomach for that.
“Rice…Feed me…”
I was careful not to spill the saliva that stained my mouth due to my salivary glands being stimulated, and I barely asked for forgiveness for my pride.
However, it seems that Yu-chan is not full of surname.
“Isn’t there something a little more cute and charming?”
How far does this man intend to humiliate me?
Wearing a baby bib and feeding it with a baby spoon is enough shame, but is it still not enough?
“Give me some rice…”
“It’s still the first time, so it’s clumsy, it can be like that. But in this case, you should say Mamma.”
He even made a short sound while his face was about to explode, but he made even more severe demands.
After a total of 5 trials and errors, he managed to get the answer he wanted.
“Mama… Maria hungry… I’m hungry… Momma please… “
“Open your mouth.”
“Ah~ Oops!”
It was only when I asked for a favor, even his snort his, that he scooped up porridge and fed me.
It was porridge that was cold while it was on the spoon, but to me it felt better than any other delicacies.
It wasn’t just porridge.
It is no different from a risotto made according to an authentic recipe.
It is a wonderful dish made by frying minced beef in butter, stirring the rice carefully for a long time, and adding broth little by little.
The seasoning of salt, the starch of the rice, and the subtle flavor of the butter and sesame oil were all flawless and perfect.
It was so delicious that I felt like crying.
“Is it delicious?”
I nodded unconsciously and shook my head.
I was even surprised.
Normally, I would have refrained from expressing communication by shaking my head like a child…
Just one spoonful of porridge changed my usual habit.
But…
“Drink…”
“Would you like another bite?”
“Yes…Ah…Aang~”
Let’s eat and think.
Until all the porridge was eaten, I had to open my mouth wide like a baby bird waiting for food and make a charming snort.
Again, this is to compensate for the impact of escaping.
