Back Alley Syndrome (5)

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Madness. This deranged temperament, which might be someone’s longtime friend, usually manifests from the unconscious. I mean, you can never consciously become a madman. Just like there isn’t a single truly crazy person who calls themself crazy. They think they’re perfectly normal, but to those around them, they’re abnormal. Madness is madness because it’s accompanied by the unconscious.

“…The eyes?”

“Hyung-nim. Is this for real?”

Even for them, that was a bit much.

They had committed countless murders and rapes, but the idea of searing someone’s eyes was something they had never even considered. Not because they felt sorry or disgusted, but because they thought they had to preserve the face to fuck them attractively-a very male way of thinking.

“Iik….”

Rahil felt embarrassed and angry at the gazes of his subordinates, who looked at him as if he were a madman. Shibal, do they think they’re virgins? Rahil, irritated for no good reason, was about to smack his subordinates’ heads but instead lowered his cigarette to Yujin’s eyes.

The product value would inevitably decrease… but he couldn’t take back what he had already said.

-Chi-i-i-ik…

“Aaaaaaaagh!!!”

He didn’t just sprinkle ashes. He took a deep breath and pressed the hottest part of the cigarette end against my cornea. Both sides. I screamed with a bizarre voice that I couldn’t believe came from a human body. Blood spurted from my hoarse, cracked throat. I thrashed wildly in the agony of my cornea melting and optic nerves burning, but my stamina was near zero due to the constant rape and cigarette burns. My meaningless struggles only pleased Rahil.

“Ugh….”

“…….”

Only Rahil was smiling.

He wasn’t laughing out loud, but the raised corners of his mouth indicated his excitement.

The men, giggling, were so unnerved by Rahil’s eye-searing that they kept licking their dry lips.

They had committed countless rapes, murders, and human trafficking… but it was all just business.

Burning someone’s eyes to satisfy a sadistic urge was a different story.

“Hoo! More fun than I thought!”

Rahil, having successfully seared both eyes, shouted with delight and fell off my body.

He watched me cover my face and scream, and his dick got hard.

It was a moment that clearly revealed his sadistic tendencies.

“A, appi… A, an beoye….”

Someone once said that humans acquire over 70% of external information through sight. Having lost my sight, I fell into ignorance. Cigarette ash was pressed onto my cornea, reflecting only a dark cloud. Not knowing which way to go, I moved around aimlessly, repeatedly tripping and falling.

“Ugh….”

Sometimes I managed to head towards Rahil’s gang, but immediately, merciless kicks came flying. I chose to give up moving and crouch down, faced with a hopeless either-or choice: if I went the wrong way, I’d bump my head, and if I went the right way, I’d get kicked. Actually, I wanted to move more, but my ankle seemed to be broken, and I couldn’t move. The car tasted great, so it was a shame.

Rahil burst into laughter at my state.

“Pwahahaha!!!”

He laughed loudly, making joyful sounds as if watching a monkey trapped in a circus.

At first, only Rahil enjoyed this spectacle. His subordinates didn’t have the guts to enjoy the stage filled with sadism. But surprisingly, as time passed, some began to laugh along. They had adapted to this inhumane act of violence.

My breathing, my trembling… everything became their amusement.

“Heu-eut….”

I became a sex doll, thoroughly raped, then used as an ashtray… and now, I’m a fun toy that pleases them. I was a little sad that I couldn’t feel their contemptuous gazes because my eyes were burned out… but this was good enough. It was the best. I felt a perverted joy at my situation, having fallen to the very bottom in terms of personality.

“Hyung-nim. Can I fuck her just once?”

Overwhelming emotions and lust. The instinct that enveloped him was libido.

The man, who had sublimated sadism into lust, asked Rahil while jerking his huge dick.

Rahil, though disgusted, readily agreed.

The man, licking his tongue lightly, lowered his pants and approached me.

“Hehe.”

Even amidst violence and rape, the girl’s body shone.

Especially that smooth, hairless pussy…

The man, his lust recharged, wanted to plunge his dick into that crevice as quickly as possible.

The eyes with cigarette ash pressed into them were a bit disgusting… but it would be okay if he covered her eyes or fucked her doggy style.

“Turn around. I’ll kill you if you open your eyes.”

“Uheu….”

I covered my disgusting eyes and crawled like a dog. Unable to see, I relied on sound and groped the floor. If I didn’t get the direction right, kicks would fly. I had a slight urge to deliberately get the direction wrong, but sacrificing future pleasure for momentary pleasure would be foolish. I decided to obediently listen to them.

“Lift your ass.”

“Yes, Ne, neeuhee….”

I tried hard to answer, but only a metallic scraping sound came out. My face buried in the ground and my ass lifted looked like a cat stretching. Although it was a mess with semen, vaginal fluid, and pressed-in spots, my luscious ass and white skin were still intact. In other words, it could still be used.

It also meant that it was enough to make the men’s dicks hard.

-Puwook!

“Heeu-euk…!”

An insertion that was now only painful.

That’s why it was even better.

“Haeuk, heuek….”

“Heuek…. I never get tired of using you, no matter how many times I do it.”

This man liked to slap my ass during the piston action. The right buttock on the first piston. The left buttock on the second piston. The resounding, sticky sound that echoed endlessly turned my buttocks completely red, and the sow-like moans that came out every time he slapped my ass kept the man from getting bored with his piston action.

“Keuek. I’m cumming!”

Kkuuoooook… My vaginal muscles contracted, tightening around his dick. Apart from the rising misery, my pussy consistently tightened around his dick. I couldn’t hate my lower body, so I just lamented inwardly. Honestly, it felt good, to be honest. I couldn’t even remember how many times this was, so I gave up thinking and just gripped a random piece of stone.

-Bureureureuk!!

“He, hee-euk….”

Thud. I collapsed, receiving semen deep in my uterus. I lay limply like a rabbit that had poured all its energy into mating. My pussy didn’t even try to hold onto the departing dick, as if it was exhausted too. It seemed that it had completely run out of energy from this sex. Semen flowed out of the vaginal opening, which had been expanded by countless dicks. I buried my head in the puddle of semen and passed out.

Blackout.

Uh... ra?

My mind was awake, but my five senses were shut off.

I had fallen into a quasi-awakened state, which mages often experience.

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Around the time Yujin collapsed from exhaustion and the males’ lust had subsided, the men put on their clothes and looked at the red-haired girl sprawled on the floor. Their heads started to work again once their pent-up lust was released. That’s how males are-they act first and think later.

“I think we should finish up soon.”

“We need to sell her, so shouldn’t we at least maintain her original form?”

Rahil scratched his belly and replied.

“Do whatever you want. I’m leaving.”

It was always his subordinates, not Rahil, who did the cleanup.

“Ssibal saekki….”

They were doing the dirty work because there were a lot of crumbs falling, but if that wasn’t the case, they would have put down their knives and killed him a long time ago.

“Hoo….”

The trio of lackeys looked at the girl once more. Her eyeballs had melted, losing their original color, and there were traces of cigarette burns all over her body. And that wasn’t all. Several parts of her body, including her ankle, were grotesquely twisted from the merciless violence. They wondered if they could even call this a human. A lump of meat wearing a human-shaped mask. That would be more appropriate.

That damn cigarette….

The man bit off the cigarette he was smoking and threw it far away. Ashes scattered, adorning the air. He sighed deeply as he watched the scattering ashes. It was hard to control his violence when he smoked. The girl’s body was a mess. He felt a little regret when he saw the result in front of him.

“If we ruin her like this, we won’t get a good price….”

There was also the option of burying her without selling her at all, but the cartel’s finances weren’t generous enough for that. If possible, they had to sell her off. The main targets were drug addicts or parentless orphans who wouldn’t cause any trouble even if they died. For example, the girl in front of them who was addicted to drugs.

However, they should never touch ordinary citizens.

Otherwise, they would be wiped out by the lord.

Where do they kidnap vagrants and use them? Even the cartel’s high-ranking executives don’t know. They just do it because they get paid. In fact, they hadn’t been doing human trafficking for very long. Recently, crazy bitches and bastards had started buying corpses and living people. It seemed they were getting them from various routes, not just the back alleys.

They only had one requirement.

Humans.

The cleaner the corpse, the more they paid.

They paid even more for living ones.

They didn’t seem to be too picky, as they also bought drug-addled or dirty corpses.

“Let’s see….”

The man checked the girl’s mangled wrist for a pulse.

It was slow but faintly beating.

She was alive.

“I don’t know if she’ll be alive by the time those guys come.”

But they should try to keep her alive.

If she dies, there’s nothing they can do.

Thinking so, the men picked up Yujin and headed to the “slaughterhouse.”

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The “slaughterhouse” was where they preserved the kidnapped goods. The garbage dump that decorated the outer courtyard was piled high with human limbs and organs. They said that all those pieces of flesh were collected, ground up, and made into livestock feed. Perhaps it was because they were wary of being too obvious if they disposed of it openly.

The men passed through the courtyard, which they never got used to seeing, and entered the slaughterhouse.

The first thing that caught their eye was the corpses hanging like meat in a butcher shop. Their expressions were very diverse-some bodies had died with a sorrowful expression, while others had died with a wide smile. The frowning ones were beggars, and the smiling ones were drug addicts. It was relatively easy to distinguish them.

Their end would probably be the trash can.

Because they were the ones who had already been paid for and sold.

Most of them were corpses scheduled for disposal.

The man recalled the figures who always wore strange masks during the transactions.

Moreover, they didn’t take the corpses whole. Sometimes they would only take the heart, and other times they would tear off a few limbs. It was rare for them to take the whole thing. They carefully examined the quality of the meat and took only the carefully selected parts. They didn’t give less money for it, but… it was still creepy.

“I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Ssibal. What the hell are they trying to do by buying those things?”

“We have to do it because they pay us.”

The man put the girl on a cold iron plate and took a breather.

The time was late, around 4 PM.

Coincidentally, today was the day they were arriving.

They always arrived at 6 PM… so there was some time left.

One of the men said in a bored voice.

“I don’t want to meet those guys. Do we really have to wait?”

“Go ahead and leave. I’m going to pocket some money and leave.”

They had a suspicious amount of money and would come on their own and pay diligently without needing to be attended to separately.

They didn’t care who received the money, so they would just pay the passing gang member.

The man was aiming for that.

“Ssibal. I’m leaving.”

“Okay. What about you?”

“…I don’t know, ssibal. I think I’ll just leave too.”

“You cowardly bastards.”

The frightened men left one by one.

The man who was left alone smoked a cigarette and wasted time fiddling with the girl’s body.

The smell of cheap smoke spread inside the slaughterhouse.

Ssibal... I want to get my hands on some money too.

…However.

He didn’t think about it.

Why the men were scared.

Why no one else had the same idea as him.

It was an extremely simple question, but his brain, dulled by the cigarette, wouldn’t work.