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EP. 46# 5. (Rich Family Bitch, Park Ji-young) - Retribution (Complete)

Ahhhh!

The sound of a chainsaw.

"Prepare hemostatic agents and blood coagulants."

"Yes, Doctor."

The doctor, holding a chainsaw, instructed the nurses, who prepared syringes and a bundle of gauze.

"Where...where are you going to cut?"

Continuous questioning, something not allowed for livestock.

"Don't worry, we won't cut all the way. Just above the elbows and knees."

The doctor answered kindly to my impertinent question as a bitch.

However, it was more out of pity than kindness, seeing how pitiful I looked.

Ahhhh!

The chainsaw appeared right in front of me.

With that, my arms and legs would be cut off.

The sin of deceiving my brother.

The sin of selling my sister.

To atone for those sins...

"Hoo-hoo-hoo...! No...no...! Please don't cut me...! Please...please...!"

But I couldn't give up.

My legs and arms would be gone...!!

Ahhhh!

The chainsaw approached mercilessly, ignoring my pleas.

"Huuu...please! Anything! Just please...!"

"Sorry."

Crack, crack, crack!

Hot blood splashed onto my face.

I didn't feel pain, but I felt my muscles tearing and the shock of my bones being severed.

"Ahh...no...no...no...!"

Thud.

My left arm fell limply from my body.

"My arm! My arm!"

"Hemostatic agents! Quickly!"

Two nurses rushed over and injected several syringes into the severed arm, applying strong pressure with gauze.

"We'll close it neatly."

"No need! Please...please don't cut anymore! Please...please...!"

But my pleas were ignored.

Crack, crack, crack!

"Ahh...no...no...no...!"

Thud.

"Hemostatic agents!"

My right arm was also injected with coagulants, and the bleeding stopped instantly.

Both arms were gone, and it felt unreal.

Crack!

Thud!

My left leg.

Crack!

Thud!

My right leg followed, falling to the ground.

If I had been under general anesthesia, I wouldn't have known.

But my brother didn't grant me that mercy.

My arms and legs, though severed, still twitched on the floor as if they had a life of their own.

"Ahh...ahhh..."

Even with partial anesthesia, I could move my shoulders and hips.

I felt free, unlike before.

"Stay still. We need to suture the cut areas."

"Huuu...huuuu..."

Only tears flowed, and I couldn't say anything more.

The floor was covered in blood, and my severed arms and legs lay there like trash.

It felt unreal, as if my arms and legs were still attached.

I could feel my fingers and toes.

If I stepped on the floor, it would feel like my feet were there.

If I clenched my fists, it would feel like my hands were still there.

But the limbs in front of me wouldn't move at my will.

"Stay still! If not, the cut areas won't be sutured properly."

My arms and legs were cut off, like I was a mere object.

They were mine.

I needed them to hold things and walk.

But without them, I could do nothing.

I might not even be able to lie down for the rest of my life.

My brother, filled with anger, wouldn't let me rest comfortably.

Hell.

This is hell.

I will live in hell.

"No...no...no..."

The feeling of my skin being pulled and sutured made me realize my arms were truly gone.

The sensation of moving my fingers faded away.

I couldn't live like this.

I had to die.

My brother wouldn't leave me alone.

"Doctor...please kill me...I...can't live like this...I'd rather die..."

"It's not possible. We're the problem."

"Please...I'm just an object...I have money saved from when I was human, more than my life is worth...

So, please...kill me."

The doctor didn't respond, perhaps thinking it wasn't worth answering.

"Please...kill me...please...please..."

My pleas were useless as I cried.

All I could do was scream.

"Okay...now there's one more thing. Let's proceed with the anesthesia."

Nurses approached me with large syringes.

"Isn't it over? My limbs are cut off, but what else...?"

Whoosh.

A syringe was inserted into my neck.

"Huuu...what...what are you doing...?"

"Open your mouth."

"What...what are you going to do...? Ahh...!"

When I didn't open my mouth, a nurse forced it open with all his might.

I couldn't resist the strength of the sturdy man.

"Ahh...ahhh...!"

The syringe was inserted into my neck, causing immense pain.

"Ahh...ahhh...!"

Another nurse brought a metal mouth gag.

"It's a bit cold."

Clank.

The gag was installed in my mouth.

Click, click.

As the gag's mechanism was adjusted, my mouth opened automatically.

I had no sensation in my neck.

What were they doing after cutting off my limbs?

"Now, we'll cut your vocal cords and remove your teeth."

What...? My vocal cords?

"Ahh...ahhh...!"

No! That's absolutely not okay!

But I couldn't speak.

Kill me! Just kill me!

Cutting off my limbs and vocal cords?

Removing my teeth too?

Then I'd truly become an object!

A life like that is unbearable!

But resistance was futile.

I couldn't even speak anymore.

A surgical tool entered my neck, and I felt something being cut.

"Ahh...ahhh...!"

My teeth were grabbed.

Crack! Crack!

Each tooth was broken and pulled out.

My mouth filled with hot blood.

I knew my brother's anger, but...after living together for 20 years...

How could he be so cruel?

Crack!

The sound of my last molar breaking.

Then, disinfectant was poured into my mouth.

"Swallow it. If not, you might get septicemia."

I refused to swallow.

I'd rather die from surgical complications.

"Swallow it!"

A nurse tilted my head back, and the disinfectant flowed into my throat.

"...!"

No sound came out, just the sound of air escaping.

My throat, now without vocal cords, was a useless, discarded thing.

The mouth gag was removed after my mouth was packed with gauze.

A mute sex doll.

Before entering the operating room, I used to mock women who became sex dolls, but now I was one.

"Surgery is complete."

The doctor looked at me with pity, then left the room in his blood-stained surgical gown.

Nurses removed me from the operating table, cleaned my body with disinfectant, and placed me on a movable bed.

My life was truly over.

I had become a sex doll, unable to die by my own will.

The comfortable bed where I would spend the end of my life.

I fainted there.

My brother brought me home in a box.

He didn't speak to me.

There were many things he wanted to say.

I wanted to apologize for deceiving him, but I couldn't.

He hung me in the living room, attaching restraints to where my arms and legs used to be, making my body weight bearable.

It hurt.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't.

All I could do was make the sound of air escaping.

My only expression was tears.

"Mom...?"

"What is it, Dad?"

I had hoped that my children would save me when they saw me.

"This woman is not your mother. You were born from her."

My brother brought my sister in a wheelchair.

He lied.

No! No! You are my children!

I wanted to shout, but I couldn't.

Without even being able to move my neck, I could only cry.

"This woman sold your mother abroad and deceived us."

Anger rose on my sons' faces.

"Kill her right now, Dad!"

"Yes, do it!"

"No, killing her would only make her comfortable."

"How do we take revenge?"

"We'll display her outside. We'll write down all the wrongs she committed against our family.

She'll suffer for the rest of her life, reflecting on her sins."

Ahh...

So that's what my brother planned.

To punish me in such a way.

All hope was lost.

I was displayed in the square across from my house.

I don't know what was written behind me.

People threw stones at me, and there were men who tried to assault me.

My body was in shambles.

One day, a stone hit my eye.

I couldn't see out of one eye anymore.

One day, someone inserted an enema into my anus.

Not having eaten anything, I soiled my lower body with diarrhea instead of urine.

In the evenings, my brother would go up to the second-floor terrace of our house.

My sister would do the same.

They looked at me, watching as I became more and more disfigured each day.

They didn't say anything.

They just watched.

I wished they would mock me or curse me instead.

Just kill me...

This is retribution.

I received retribution for my greed.

My eyes closed.

I lost all sensation in my body.

It's been ten days since I last ate or drank anything.

Now, my time to die is approaching.

If I could speak, I would apologize to my brother and sister.

It's late, but I think that's the least I can do to atone.

But I wasn't allowed even that.

I was denied the chance to atone, left to die outside.

That was my retribution.