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EP. 21 1. (Pre-Livestock Female University Student Lee Sol-ah) - Muscle Relaxant (Bad Ending Epilogue Complete)

This episode is a bad ending. If you prefer happy endings or dislike seeing the protagonist suffer excessively, it is recommended that you do not read this.

"By this, we announce to the guests gathered here that Jo Jun-seok and Lee Sol-ah are now married."

The only thing left is the procession. Now, I am livestock. I must walk on all fours, not two legs.

I decided to walk on all fours. At first, I hated it more than death. It was extremely humiliating to crawl on all fours in front of my parents and friends.

But now it's okay. I realized that it wasn't humiliating from the way they genuinely worried about me.

Oppa said he would carry me, but that wasn't true. The law is the law. Laws are meant to be followed.

I placed my hands on the ground and my knees on the floor. There were murmurs around me, probably from my friends.

"Let's go, Mimi," Oppa said with a smile, holding my leash.

I chose to walk on all fours, but Oppa seemed to have no intention of carrying me. It was a bit disappointing, thinking, "There must be some reason. Oppa wouldn't do this to me."

The wedding march played in the hall, and the atmosphere was gloomy. I, now livestock, was being led by my owner, with acquaintances watching. The atmosphere couldn't be good.

Snap! My leash was tightened.

"Kek! Kek!!"

"Be quiet, Mimi."

"...Yes."

Why did Oppa seem so different? It felt strange.

That was the end of Lee Sol-ah, and the birth of Mimi was announced at the wedding.

"Put this on."

Before changing into a new dress, he handed me a bag.

"Yes...Master."

"Hurry up."

"Yes...Master."

Click.

I entered the dressing room and felt something was off. Oppa seemed different.

"Just a feeling, I guess."

Oppa had taken care of everything at the wedding so I wouldn't look like livestock. The waiting room, friends, photos, and officiant—everything.

I checked the clothes Oppa gave me and froze. It was a high-leg swimsuit with holes for the vagina and anus.

A perfect bitch suit, and one of the most degrading ones.

"Oppa...why...this?"

My body trembled. I sensed something was wrong.

Oppa wasn't like this before. He didn't even like the idea of me wearing such clothes.

But he suddenly became cold and forced me to wear this revealing outfit.

Maybe...maybe he pretended to be kind because he was attracted to my S-grade body?

I felt a chill. This marriage was wrong. I misjudged him.

"Call Dad...Dad...I need to call Dad."

But there was no way to call him. Dad had left the wedding venue. No phone, no nearby phone to use.

I slumped down.

"Ah...what was I thinking...about marrying such a man?"

Despair enveloped me.

"Why are you late?"

"I apologize, Master...it was hard to take off the dress."

"Did you get the dress?"

"Yes."

"Is there any tear?"

"Yes."

"Good. It's borrowed, so it would be troublesome if it tears. Now, put out your neck."

As I extended my neck, the master removed the necklace.

"You wore it without hurting yourself. Well done."

My head was roughly stroked. I wanted to scream and run away, but I couldn't. I was his property, and that could be fatal.

"Let's put this on, Mimi."

Click.

It was a metal leash, plain and suitable for a dog.

"What's wrong? Not walking on all fours?"

"Yes...Master."

I knelt and placed my hands on the ground.

"Let's go."

The rusty metal collar tightly bound my neck.

"Kek!"

"What are you doing? Hurry up!"

"Yes...yes!! Master!!"

I was dragged along by my owner.

It was humiliating. Many men stared at me as I got into the car, all looking at my buttocks.

[Wow, the owner's taste is impressive.]

[Just that part is perfect...]

[Curious about the butt, if only it were shaved.]

Now I truly felt like livestock. Their mocking comments were humiliating, but I couldn't say anything. Oppa, who used to protect me, was gone.

The kind Oppa disappeared after the wedding, leaving only a devil with the same face.

"Do you feel good, Mimi? You're getting attention from men."

"......"

"Answer properly!"

My head was jerked upwards.

"Kek! Kek!! Yes! Yes! It feels good! Very good!!"

"Answer properly. Yes?"

"Yes! Yes! Master!!"

Click. The trunk opened, revealing a bitch cage. The owner placed it on the ground and opened the door.

"Get in, Mimi."

"Yes...Master."

I crawled into the cage reluctantly.

"Hurry up!"

Clang! It felt like my buttocks were on fire.

"Ahhh!!"

"From now on, obey my orders immediately. If not, your cute buttocks won't survive."

"Yes...yes...Master...."

Click. The cage door closed, and I was loaded into the trunk.

The passenger seat was no longer my place. The bitch cage in the trunk was now my designated spot.

"Ahh...Dad...Dad...uhhh..."

In the dark, I whispered, crying silently for Dad.

"Mimi, come out."

Unlike before, I quickly exited the cage. We were at our new home, or rather, the owner's house.

What would happen to me? Would I be tied up in a yard like at a friend's house, or sold to a pricey place because I'm an S-grade bitch?

The expensive bitch collar was taken back. It seemed likely I'd be sold.

The dream of a happy life was shattered long ago. Our happy home became a place I dreaded entering more than hell.

Click. I entered through the front door.

"Uhtcha!"

"Kkya!"

The owner lifted me up suddenly.

"Let's wash Mimi's feet."

I was treated like a dog, forced to clean my dirty hands and knees by crawling on the floor.

Swoosh. My hands and knees were washed. The kind Oppa was gone, replaced by a harsh owner. My soft hands and knees turned red from his rough touch.

"Spread your legs."

"...Yes?"

Slap! My cheek burned.

"This bitch dares to talk back? Don't you spread your legs?"

"Huu...yes..."

I spread my legs, exposing myself to the owner.

"A bitch should know to shave. Why didn't you, even after attending school?"

Squirt. Soap was applied to my vagina.

"Ahh...ahh...!"

"Stay still. Don't want your vaginal lips cut."

"Ahh...ahh...that...that..."

A razor touched my vagina. The soft hair was brutally shaved, irritating my skin.

I was ashamed, humiliated, and hated it.

"No! No! No!!"

"Be quiet!!"

Slap! My face stung again.

"You should have shaved beforehand."

"Ahh...ahh..."

The razor also touched my anus, a cold sensation I despised. But I couldn't resist.

As livestock, I was powerless.

"Done."

Swoosh. Water was poured on my vagina and buttocks. My vagina was red and swollen, and I cried.

"Go wipe yourself on the mat."

"Yes..."

No towels were provided. I wiped my vagina and four legs on the mat meant for cleaning feet.

As I did, he approached me.

"Stay still."

Whoosh. Something sharp pierced my back.

"Ahh!!"

A liquid was injected. It was a syringe.

"What is it, Master?!"

"Normally, a bitch can't ask her master, but I'll explain this time."

He gripped my jaw, staring at me menacingly. How could someone with a kind face become so frightening?

"This is a muscle relaxant. It will make you unable to stand."

"Yes...what...?"

"It's strange for a bitch to walk on two legs. I've made it so you can't stand at all."

"Ahh...ahh...ahh..."

My body heated up, and my waist lost strength.

I was stunned. Is this a dream? It must be a dream.

You can't stand again? Such unrealistic words.

Ahh...

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

Thud. My body collapsed. My muscles felt like they were melting, making it impossible to even kneel.

"It will hurt for a few hours. Endure it. If you die, I'll turn you into a piece of meat."

"...Ahh...!! Huhu...Haaa..."

The owner left, and my body felt like it was burning. But with all my muscles relaxed, I could only moan without any resistance.

"Ahh...Dad...Ahh...Dad...please save me..."

No movement was possible, only weak screams.

How long did it take? I regained some movement and tried to stand on two legs.

"Ahh...huhu..."

I fell, hitting my jaw on the floor. My waist had no strength, and I couldn't stand.

"It was true...it was true..."

Tears flowed again, streaming down my face. I covered my mouth, fearing what the crazy owner might do if I made a sound.

"Well done, recovering so quickly. You're indeed S-grade."

My head was jerked up as he pulled the leash.

"Follow me. I'll show you where you'll live."

"...Yes...yes...Master..."

Where would it be? Worse than a doghouse in a yard? I feared it would be.

And my fear was right.

"Huu...huhu..."

He took me to a basement. Behind the thick soundproof iron door were four prison cells. Women my age were moaning, their four legs bound.

"You've heard of the Virgin Club? These bitches were bought from there."

"Ahh...ahh..."

I was speechless. Was my brother's attack also his doing?

Yes, I never told him the location of my school.

"Did you stalk me at school?"

"You insolent bitch, I'll tell you this much. Yes, I stalked you. And I told your brother. He was broke after being kicked out of home."

"That...that..."

"I was glad you didn't report him to the police, covering for that good-for-nothing brother. It was a perfect plan. You were foolish."

He poked my stunned head.

"Ahh...huhu...huhu..."

A sense of loss and humiliation filled my mind, causing tears to flow.

"I don't use used women; they're dirty. So, I buy virgins. Usually, they're expensive, but you fell into my lap for free. And you're clearly S-grade. What a wonderful performance!"

"That...that...huhu...huhu..."

"Now, you'll be my toy here. I'll make you pregnant often. See that woman's belly?"

He pointed to a pregnant woman behind bars, with three human-shaped tattoos on her belly.

"She's carrying three. And that one is carrying two."

He touched my belly, sending shivers down my spine.

I wanted to resist, but there was no way.

"Because of the law, many clients want to buy children. It's cheaper than buying another bitch. I sell the kids to raise money for more bitches. Clients fulfill their obligations cheaply, and you get to carry my children. It's a win-win-win! Hahaha!"

He's crazy. Completely insane.

In this desperate situation, my mind went mad.

"Save me...please...I'll give you any amount of money...save me..."

I forgot my surroundings and begged, grasping his feet.

"If you have children every year, you'll earn more than I could. Am I crazy?"

He kicked me, and I rolled down the stairs.

"Ahh...aah...aah..."

"Let's have an initiation ceremony now."

He approached me naked, with various torture tools around us.

"Ahh...aah...aah..."

"S-grade, I've never had one before...hehe, I'll enjoy it."

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

I was violated by him.

How long did it take? I gave up everything.

I was violated by that pervert hundreds, no, thousands of times. My vagina, anus, and mouth—nothing was left untouched.

I wanted to resist, but seeing the other women in the prison, I endured.

Resistance led to brutal punishment. Not just any punishment.

A woman who glared at him had her eyes gouged out by a doctor from the Virgin Club.

A woman who tried to commit suicide by biting her tongue had all her teeth pulled out.

Both suffered without anesthesia, and their screams still echo.

I became pregnant and gave birth. Without a cesarean, I delivered with my hands and feet bound. I thought I would die that day.

And I became pregnant again immediately. It was surprising I didn't get pregnant more often, given I was violated at least twice a day.

Two human-shaped tattoos were on my belly, marking my pregnancies.

Those children, meant to be the fruits of love, filled me with resentment. I wanted to tear them apart.

I wanted to die, but I couldn't. Biting my tongue wouldn't kill me, as proven by the woman who had her teeth pulled out.

This place was hell, worse than hell.

I didn't want to live. I begged him to kill me whenever I saw him, but he ignored me.

My belly grew again, and I felt nauseous. I wanted to eat something, but all I could have was a nutrient-rich gruel. It was the pervert's twisted care for us, trapped without sunlight.

I ate from a dog bowl on the floor, and the pervert enjoyed watching me.

If only Dad would come to save me... But that hope vanished with childbirth.

I had no dreams or hope. I was completely ruined.

This was the end. I would suffer in this living hell forever.

I decided I couldn't continue like this.

"This bitch! Bite wherever you want!"

I bit his genitals with all my might, trying to sever them.

I couldn't cut through the main body, but I managed to mangle the tip beyond recognition.

"You're crazy! Ahh!! Ahhh!! Shit!!"

I was beaten until I was on the verge of death, bleeding profusely from his genitals.

"You crazy woman! This is how much your genitals are worth! Shit!! Shit!!"

I was brutally beaten.

My arm bones, leg bones, nose bones, and rib bones were all broken.

"Hehe...hehe...hehe...I thought this would make you kill me..."

"Don't die! Go to the hospital and come back! I'll kill you myself!!"

He left, clutching his genitals.

Even if he told me not to die, I would.

The fetus in my belly stopped moving, affected by the violence.

"I'm sorry...sorry, baby...sorry..."

Tears fell, tears of pain, regret for the baby, and joy that this hell might end.

"Hehe...hehe...hehe..."

Breathing was hard, and I coughed up blood.

I couldn't move. Blood clotted all over my body.

Yes, even if it hurts a bit...it's right to die like this.

I couldn't live like this.

My body felt pale, and blood was draining out.

Hurry. Please kill me quickly. I don't want any more pain.

...How long did it take?

[Clang! Clang! Clang!]

Suddenly, the iron door creaked.

[ZZZzip!]

The sound of something being cut.

[Clang!]

"Police! Sol-ah, are you here?!"

"Sol-ah!"

Is this a dream? A dream?

I heard Dad's voice.

"Sol-ah! Ahh! Sol-ah!!!"

I saw Dad's face, and he was crying, holding onto the bars.

"Sol-ah! How could this happen?! Now that we can finally fix things...!! How could you do this to my daughter?!!"

Dad...

Thank you for coming to save me, but it's too late.

I can no longer stand. All my bones are broken. My beautiful body is completely ruined. The Sol-ah you wanted will never exist again.

I'm sorry. I should have endured more.

I'm sorry. I didn't trust you, and now I'm ruined.

Thank you for not forgetting me and coming to save me. I'm happy to see you again.

I love you, Dad.

I lost consciousness, and that's the last thing I remember.