Chapter 213 – If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Public Shame in the Hospital (1)
If_Happy Story 01: Week 1_Public shame in the hospital (1)
A lot of things happened, but the place I was able to return to after all the twists and turns was… It was not my usual home.
Unfamiliar ceiling.
No, should I call this a ceiling… It’s too small and narrow to even be called a room… A partition space of about 1.6 pyeong.
It was a small room, ridiculous to even call it a room that could barely accommodate one person.
Nothing… There was nothing, the only thing provided were gray and dull concrete bricks and lights… There is only one dim yellow incandescent light bulb.
Although it was only about 1.6 pyeong, the light was so weak that it could not illuminate even that space properly.
Flooring… A dry straw bale was laid loosely on the floor, perhaps to replace a bed.
Rather, the clumsy texture of the straw evokes a more miserable and uncomfortable feeling.
There were no windows, so it was designed so that you couldn’t even tell what time it was or whether it was day or night outside.
At least the ceiling, a small vent, was the only thing that made an annoying clicking sound, indicating the passage of time.
It’s dark… A small, narrow cubicle room that gives off a gloomy, gloomy, and stuffy feeling.
The thick iron door, which could be said to be the only exit, was designed to be locked from the outside, so it was not possible for me in this room to open the door even if I wanted to.
… Yes, I was trapped in this small windowless concrete room with straw bales on it.
Really, how did this happen?
How did it end up like this?
I sat down clumsily on the floor covered with straw, wondering what happened… It was something to reflect on.
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Pregnancy test results…
But nothing would change, and reality was heartless.
There would be nothing more foolish than denying the results that were seen with one’s own eyes.
Eventually, you get pregnant… The clear fact that I had abandoned it was something that nudged me.
In a hospital room where machines move noisily, I slowly, little by little, reflect on the situation.
It was reported that the results of paternity confirmation through genetic testing would take about 11,000 days.
How can such words be heard so clearly in such a loud noise?
As soon as the results of the paternity test come out, this child’s… She continued by saying that she would tell her about her biological father and her master, who would become her owner.
The child to be born, the father… And at the same time, he is even called ‘master’.
Master…
It’s a word that I used to come up with or use as a joke, just for fun… Why does it feel like such a heavy block of stone?
It is an undeniable reality… It was so self-evident.
And, the subsequent sentencing.
Since it was confirmed that she was pregnant, the terms of the contract were ordered to be carried out immediately.
Contents of the contract…
At the time, it was just a little creepy and a story I never seriously thought would happen.
I felt a little uneasy, but I didn’t really think something like that would happen to me, so I didn’t think it was a big deal.
The debtor was quietly holding a sickle and approaching the nape of my neck.
Me, Lee Ha-eun… Becoming the property of the man who made me pregnant.
The fact that you will soon become a slave.
I, Lee Ha-eun, become a slave… One contract.
It sinks heavily into my chest like lead.
His cold expression explained that this content did not contain any jokes.
He is serious.
At least, I now know that this story is not being brought up as a joke.
Step by step, I describe the situation I am in and what will happen to me, with detailed explanations that even a child can easily understand. He spoke quietly and evenly.
No matter how futuristic the society might be, turning a normal person into a slave couldn’t have been that simple, and complicated documents and various processes had to be completed, so I wasn’t saying I would become a slave right now…
Since this is an agenda that the company will directly handle, they will have to use any method to make me a slave… It was said that they would make it.
The seal of the contract and the evidence of the bet were clearly photographed, and although it was not something that would greatly benefit the company, it was not a matter of any particular loss, and it was a matter of trust, so it was unfortunate for me and I could not avoid the consequences. Ira… It was asserted.
In what way and through what procedures will my human rights be taken away, my opinions ignored, and my freedom handled… Notified.
Yes, informing, not persuading.
It has already been clearly stated that my opinion is not important.
Even though my status was not yet a slave, either on paper or officially, it was said that making me a slave was no different from a fait accompli, so there was no need to view me as a human being.
Since the ending is already decided, from this moment on, the company will take me away from Lee Ha-eun… They decided to treat him like a slave… So it was said.
It was something that was said.
Unilateral declaration.
My doctor was no longer included in that meeting.
──So from now on, the treatment of me will definitely change as well.
With those words, the respect and consideration that had been directed at me, which I could tell just moments before, immediately turned cold.
Coldness that stings and stimulates the skin.
It’s just that the atmosphere has changed, but it puts pressure on the heart as if it has a physical entity.
The sudden transformation and the drastic difference in the temperature of the gaze could not help but be noticed.
A chilling sensation takes over my entire body, as if I was suddenly thrown from a hot bath into a cold bath.
… I feel more perplexed than anything else by the completely changing voice and eyes.
Speech tone, attitude, facial expressions, eye contact… If just a moment ago it was the same as that of a salesperson who was focused on excellent customers, what is now directed at me is the owner’s gaze looking at a debtor who can cook as he pleases.
My vision trembles from the cool-headed gaze that seems to be staring at things forever.
A slave, at least… For a generation that had never experienced such a system, there was only a sense of detachment from reality.
At least based on the nuance and basic common sense… Imagine what a slave is, how they are treated, and what they go through… You may have done it to some extent, but it is still a fantasy.
On the contrary, if you think seriously about slavery, it is strange that it is brought out in the realm of reality.
However, this rapid change, and the high-handed and cold gaze looking down at me now, gives me chills…
Little by little, the word began to take on a sense of reality.
Infinitely cold and dispassionate eyes.
Not at all the same person as me… It seemed like he wasn’t looking.
Rough underbelly and sharp sounds are coming towards me.
As if it was natural, he was treated as if he was working under someone else.
First, like a slave, he was ordered to kneel before his master right here and now.
Suddenly, they told me to take off my clothes and do dogeza♡ naked, or have sex in this place… It’s like… Furthermore, it was not such an unreasonable and absurd command, but rather it was a vaguely realistic command, so it stimulated a strange psychological corner.
A natural voice that doesn’t even think about rejection.
I kneel… In fact, it’s so shocking… It wasn’t an impossible command. It’s an ambiguous thing that seems to lie between what you can do and what you can’t do… Furthermore, it’s a bit humiliating, but there’s nothing you can’t do.
However, the sudden action of asking people to kneel in a corner of the hospital also made them hesitate a little.
However, his words did not contain the slightest thought about my intention or opinion.
Without the slightest consideration, I was pressed down as if that was what being a slave was like, and as if to make me aware of my own situation.
No time was given for rebuttal.
All that is asked of me is YES or YES.
No choice other than to follow is considered.
That was the only order.
Should I say it’s a dignified record?
I am swallowed up by that atmosphere.
There was no basis or physical pressure.
I was just eaten by the man in front of me, swallowed up by the atmosphere… Refusal… I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t put the rejection in my mouth.
… With an eerie feeling that I had truly become a slave, I knelt down in the hallway of the hospital, in a place where people occasionally passed by.
… I knelt down.
More than I thought, the sight of him kneeling and bowing his head in such an open place, where he might be seen by someone, was quite… No, it was quite humiliating.
Feelings of shame and shame dominate my mind.
Just as ordered… Just sitting down on my knees, the feelings of shame and humiliation welling up, turning my forehead red.
And, just… Just by kneeling, I felt that a thrilling sense of submission, an emotion accompanied by some sweet memories, had been sown… Came.
I am the bottom, he is the master.
It is instilled that the current attitude is like common sense.
Even though I’m just kneeling, the feeling is strong… The unique image of the man looking up was engraved on my retina.
Low visibility was just that, but it had the effect of opening people’s eyes to the sense of surrender.
Even more than before… The look in his eyes and the sound made it impossible to resist.
Moreover, his dim expression, obscured by the light, added an unknown sense of pressure and pressure.
The heavy air pressing around, the cold gaze… And when I saw the contract fluttering in his hand, clearly signed with my own hand… I couldn’t deny it.
The one-sided conversation continued with him standing with his arms crossed and me kneeling on the floor.
Eye contact was refused.
As if I were a real slave, I had to kneel in front of my master and listen to his words.
That’s… It was quite humiliating and brought shame.
Staying in this position, fixed… I had to listen to his words over and over again.
A glance─a glance──
I could see that people passing by occasionally looked at this situation, which could be called an abnormal situation.
I could feel the gaze mixed with puzzlement and curiosity occasionally irritating my skin.
It was showing!
Let’s become aware of the sense of sight that is clear enough to know… I could see that my lungs were swelling with a strange feeling of heat and excitement.
My situation, my position… To think that I could see myself as a slave… The dizzying feeling, the uncontrollable heat of excitement, becomes aware of the heat burning your heart.
As I knelt down, I could see that the space between my thighs was soaked in a drop of wet bodily fluid.
That fact… It’s ridiculously embarrassing… I couldn’t help but feel excited, and my skin became strangely flushed.
Even in this situation, no… In this situation, a subtle feeling of heat warms the skin.
Slowly… Like boiling water, you can clearly feel the sensation of your skin becoming flushed.
It was said over and over again.
Since the results of the paternity test have not been released, at least for now, the person who will be my master has not been appointed, and it has been said that the XOS company will act as a proxy and act as a temporary master for me as the master has not been appointed.
It was claimed.
The person I am now, without any documents or formal procedures, of course
Yet…
Although I was not supposed to be a slave, I was completely told that I would be treated as a slave.
The sentence was given while kneeling, as if announcing the relationship between master and servant.
From now on, the orders he gives me are not just a play on words, but must be followed.
I no longer have the right to refuse, and if I don’t comply, I deserve it… It was said with a cool smile that there would be punishment.
Command…
It was not like a child’s play in SEPal, a hobby or play with guaranteed freedom that could be escaped at any time.
At least on my own terms, even now… He would never have thought of refusing the orders he was given in the future, but what is happening to him now… That and the feeling were different.
It feels different.
Master and slave.
The meaning of the word, which comes from a clear difference in social status, was engraved in my mind more clearly than anything else.
Him standing and me kneeling below him.
From that sharply contrasting difference, from that appearance… That reality penetrated me more sharply.
Sharpness, like a cold knife around your neck.
Something I could escape at any time… It was fundamentally different from playing house on the Internet.
Slowly, as if I was suffocating… A noose was being placed.
The realistic stimulation of my knees getting cold from the cold feel of the floor became a spicy sensation that painted my skin.
Voluntary and non-voluntary.
Not doing it
And,
What you can’t do
Silver… It is natural that they are not the same.
Even though it is different, it is very different.
My own choice, freedom of refusal, authority to resist… Having completely lost something like that… There was a magical power that made you have no choice but to follow.
Why?
If you want to resist, you can do it…
Strangely enough, I couldn’t resist.
My knees are numb.
The existence of the contract that I had signed… Is it to blame?
Is it because of the pressure in front of my eyes?
Or not… Was I even hoping for that kind of ending?
At least that’s for sure… It seemed like a story from a distant world, a slave… I guess it means that the word is starting to feel more realistic, little by little.
At the same time as acknowledging that, realistic fears, fears, and worries… On the one hand, in such an absurd and unrealistic situation, I am actually happy to do it… That impulse, on the one hand… It was like picking it up and throwing it away.
This… Thoroughly… A situation where my own free will is completely excluded.
A fatal decline into slavery.
That’s… I thought it might not be so bad, but I felt absurd at my own feelings.
It wasn’t that there was no sense of reality at all.
No, even just before entering this hospital, I may have been afraid of pregnancy and of conceiving a new life, but my worries about the unfamiliar class of slaves did not seem realistic.
There was only a vague idea of what was called a slave.
However, his one-sided attitude change is right before our eyes, and the story is being explained in detail.
The image of oneself kneeling and following his orders.
It was clearly visible… A photo of the child conceived by oneself.
As a result of such appearances, the slaves began to show their reality little by little… At the sight of that status, at the words of that absurd and impersonal decline——secret expectations and excitement… What does it mean to feel something and end up feeling it?
Why… Even at this very moment, am I blushing with an emotion other than fear or fear?
Even now, even now.
My doctor doesn’t ask.
I don’t listen to rejection.
Resistance is not tolerated.
It is said that they are strictly forced to follow only what is obeyed…
Why am I imagining that image, thinking of myself like that?
Feelings of misery or humiliation…
More than that, will you end up feeling stuffy from the stimulation of your chest that is stimulating?
It wasn’t that I thought his words or attitude were nonsense.
I never thought that the word slave was false. Rather, it was clear from his serious attitude that this was the truth.
However… So, what on earth are those red cheeks?
It was a ridiculous thing.
