18-325

EP.325 The Beginning of Torture 

"Working overtime was already hell, but now this... what a shitty day..." 

Seongjun sighed deeply as he walked down the alley. 

Glancing back, he saw Yuna still standing in place. 

"Don't just stand there—go home, okay? If you wander around alone at night, don't blame anyone if something happens to you." 

"..." 

"Sigh, what's the point in talking..." 

Scratching his head, Seongjun left, saying he had nothing more to say. 

"Yaaawn~ So tired I could die..." 

As he yawned and glanced back again— 

"Uh?" 

Yuna, having dashed up, thrust the kitchen knife she was holding forward. 

Biting her lip, she put all her weight behind the stab. 

"Ugh!" 

The knife stabbed deep into his abdomen. 

Yuna, having acted impulsively, let go in shock and stumbled backward. 

"Ah... huh... kuh..." 

Bright red blood flowed from where the knife was lodged in Seongjun's side. 

His face went pale as he clutched his abdomen and bent over. 

"Huff... huff..." 

It wasn't a fatal wound, but the pain was intense. 

Seongjun felt dizzy, nearly unable to breathe. 

"You... bitch..." 

With bloodshot eyes, he glared at Yuna, then fainted on the spot, unable even to think of escaping. 

"Ah... haa... hhuuk..." 

Seeing him collapse, Yuna was sure he was dead. 

"I... I have to run..." 

She had just killed someone before her eyes. 

She hadn't meant to kill, but had acted in a fit of rage. 

Shaking, she stumbled backward and fell on her rear. 

"Ah... auh..." 

Frightened, she dragged herself along the ground, then stood up and tried to run away— 

but the wail of sirens blared nearby. 

"This way!" 

"Come down this alley!" 

"Block the front and back! Hurry!" 

She hadn't turned off her phone, which was still in her pocket. 

Police and communal facility staff tracked her GPS and blocked both ends of the alley. 

"Suspect located... injured person present, request ambulance." 

A man lay bleeding, a pale woman trembling nearby. 

Anyone could guess what had happened. 

"Jeez... sigh..." 

A communal facility staffer slapped his forehead and sighed. 

This was a serious incident, not something a simple report could cover. 

"All this trouble because of one damn bitch..." 

He ordered his subordinate to restrain Yuna. 

"Let go! Let go!" 

"Stay still!" 

"Kyaaaaaaaaaa!!" 

From the moment she was caught, Yuna lost all rights and became female livestock. 

She screamed as her side was shocked with a stun gun, her body going limp. 

"Officer, we'll take this female livestock to the communal facility." 

"This is an assault case... shouldn't we investigate..." 

"No, once a cunt attacks a man with a weapon, execution is guaranteed. Don't waste time, we'll take her." 

"...Fine, do what you want." 

The officer frowned, but there was nothing he could do. 

The communal system was above the law. 

If a lowly officer tried to interfere, who knew what punishment he'd face. 

"Hey." 

"Yes, boss." 

"Lock this bitch in the underground processing room and torture her. Find out what she was up to by morning, no matter what." 

"Yes!" 

Restrained, Yuna was dragged off and loaded into a transport van. 

"Uugh..." 

She had no strength left to resist and quietly accepted her fate. 

She was as good as dead anyway... 

She would accept the punishment for attacking another person with a weapon. 

Arriving at the communal facility, Yuna was treated as livestock with no rights. 

Dragged by a leash on all fours, she entered the infamous underground processing room. 

"This her?" 

"Yes, sir. She's the culprit in this incident." 

A young man in a white coat and round glasses yawned as he took Yuna's leash. 

"She looks so innocent, not at all what I expected." 

"She's crazy. She stabbed a man with a knife just before being caught." 

"Hmm... Got it. You can go now." 

"Yes, sir." 

The staffer bowed politely and left by elevator. 

"Your name's Seo Yuna, right? I'll just call you Yuna, okay?" 

"..." 

Despite his friendly tone, Yuna stayed silent. 

She had no desire to make small talk, dragged here like an animal to slaughter. 

"I can't tell you my name... just call me A. I used to be a communal facility manager, but now I'm the torture specialist down here." 

Yuna flinched at the word "torture." 

She tried to appear calm, but was terrified at what was to come. 

"Obviously... this is your first time here, right?" 

"..." 

"Ordinary people can't come here. You know why, right?" 

The underground processing room was a secret area for core members only. 

Unauthorized entry was strictly forbidden, and anyone who talked about it could disappear without a trace. 

Yuna had set foot in a dangerous place. 

"Let me rephrase: why do you think you were brought here, when you're not staff?" 

"..." 

No need to think deeply. 

It meant they had no intention of ever letting her out. 

Cut off from the outside world, Yuna had no way to communicate what she saw or heard. 

"Not talking to the end, huh? Well, that's fine. Everyone talks eventually after some torture." 

Leashed, Yuna was dragged down a long corridor to a room. 

Spotless marble floor, glass walls so clear they didn't reflect, LED lights covering the ceiling. 

It didn't even look like a torture chamber. 

"This way." 

Yuna lay on a cold metal bed. 

A chill ran down her spine, but she forced herself to look calm and stared ahead. 

"Ah~ get up again. Take off your clothes. Underwear is fine." 

"Uugh..." 

Yuna obediently stripped as ordered. 

Standing in her bra and panties before a strange man, she had no time to feel shame. 

"Now lie down." 

A strapped her limbs tightly to the bed, then picked up a suspicious syringe. 

"Let's make a bet, shall we?" 

"..." 

"How many days can you keep your mouth shut?" 

He pressed the plunger, expelling air with a creepy smile. 

"I'll never talk..." 

Yuna scoffed, lips tightly sealed. 

She was ready to die—no matter how much they broke or defiled her, she wouldn't give them what they wanted. 

"Really? But you just spoke, haha..." 

"Uugh..." 

"Just kidding... I say you'll spill everything in one day—24 hours." 

Yuna kept her poker face, certain that would never happen. 

A turned a lever at the foot of the bed. 

It tilted up, leaving Yuna almost upright, about 85 degrees. 

She could see herself in a large mirror on the wall. 

"Torture starts now... You can talk whenever you want, okay?" 

"..." 

A grinned wickedly. 

"Let's begin." 

"Eh...?" 

Seeing A approach with pliers, Yuna's resolve crumbled. 

How much time passed? 

"Kyaaaaaaaaaa!! Kyaaaaaaaa!!" 

Her determination to endure meant nothing— 

Yuna sobbed and screamed, snot and tears running down her face. 

"Stop!! Please, let me go!! Kyaaaa!! It hurts! It huuuurts!!" 

She tried to see this pain as atonement for her sister's death, 

as punishment for trying to stab someone. 

She tried her best to endure, repenting for her actions... 

"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!" 

But the pain of flesh being torn, burned, and limbs mutilated was agony no ordinary woman could withstand. 

"Kkaaaaak..! Kkuuk! Hgyahhhhh!!" 

Crunch— 

"Ah it came off" 

Only thirty minutes had passed since the torture began. 

Yuna's mind was already filled with thoughts of wanting to die.