episode_0108

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– Growling

It showed that the autonomic nervous system was functioning well even in serious situations.

I, who hadn’t even had dinner, sat down on the bed and comforted my hungry stomach.

The chains that bound me were long enough to move around the room, but I didn’t feel like turning on the lights in the room.

Deep down, I hoped that the darkness that filled the room would hide my presence.

On the other side of the closed door, there is a loud noise as if something is being prepared.

At times like this, I regret that the apartment is well-soundproofed. If someone came up from the house below due to the noise between floors, they would at least scream for help.

Well, I didn’t choose this house, so what would I do if I regret it…

There is a sound of nails being hammered or a drill turning.

I pulled the chain a few times. The chain was still tightly attached to the wall and did not budge.

Looking closely at the connection point between the wall and the chain, there is a lock attached.

If you unlock that lock, it looks like it can be removed from the wall.

The question of why it was made removable did not last long.

It might have something to do with that loud noise coming from outside.

Perhaps Mr. Garam wants to be able to attach chains throughout the house.

“At least you can move freely within the house.”

This is the moment when a surprisingly large prison is completed.

haha…

All I can do is laugh.

I move my feet without meaning to. I was delusional that maybe it would be resolved miraculously.

As always, reality was cruel, and the pain tightening around my ankles only grew.

Just lie down.

Thanks to the soft mattress, my body slightly lifts and falls again.

“Ah… what should I do.”

Words that came out reflexively, without thinking.

But really, what should I do?

I tap my foot to the rhythmic sound of hammering.

If you combine the hammer sound and the drill sound into one set, there are already 5 sets.

– Weeeeing

Now there are 6 sets. The loud noise turns my insides.

And then it cuts off. What I can hear now is the sound of heavy objects being moved and organized.

“Phew…”

The sound you make with pride, as if you are finishing an intense workout, can be heard through the door.

Ah, the work is finished. If you don’t do that, there’s no way you can make such a refreshing sound.

The sound of footsteps is getting closer.

– smart

knock. Suddenly, wondering if there was a knock, I stood up.

– smart

“Dad, are you sleeping?”

If you were me, would you be able to sleep in a situation like this?

– smart

“I’m going in.”

Without receiving an answer, the door bursts open.

The bright lights in the living room come on, making me squint slightly.

Mr. Garam stood in front of me in the same clothes as before.

The only difference is that I sweat a little better and the blood stains on my neck are gone.

“Oh, you didn’t wake me up, right?”

Seeing his open eyes, he covers his mouth with his hand and asks.

I unconsciously nod my head at this bizarre everyday conversation.

“If you’re not sleeping, please respond.”

She sat on the bed with her butt at my feet.

– Growling

My unsuspecting stomach cried once more to let me know of its hunger.

“Phew. You’re hungry.”

“As you can see, I couldn’t eat. If it’s okay, can I bring you some Jajangmyeon? It’s a shame I ordered it…”

“No. They say that eating that kind of food at this time is not good for your health.”

Is forced confinement good for your health?

The horse that came up my throat tried to jump out by hitting my front teeth, but I lifted my tongue and swiped my teeth to stop it.

“Then, at least something else.”

” When I look at the things hidden in the cupboard, I see that they are all bad for your health?”

Mr. Garam puffs out his cheeks and looks at me.

I want to slap my ears.

“Just starve today, wake up early tomorrow morning and eat chicken breast salad. I’ll make it delicious for you.”

She spoke with a stern face like a Supreme Court judge.

No, the chicken breast tastes bad, so how are you going to make it delicious?

You’re incarcerated, but even your diet is controlled?

Neither one is difficult, but doing both at the same time makes the world go crazy.

Wait a minute, controlling your diet means…

“I’m asking just in case, what do you plan to do tomorrow?”

“Hmm… Still, I can’t empty the center. I have to go out in the morning. Oh, before that, I guess I can do bodyweight exercises here with my dad.”

Confinement, diet and exercise.

For the first time, I thought about suicide due to the triple hardship that was unfolding before my eyes.

“So let’s go to bed early today.”

Mr. Garam pushed me.

Seeing the use of resistance, I lay down and she spread a thick blanket over me.

“I’ll wash up and come back.”

After saying something unintelligible, she left the room.

No, what do you mean, washing?

Not long after, Mr. Garam returned wearing more comfortable clothes than before.

She, wearing white running shorts and black shorts, walked slowly along the line where I lay, then went around the bed and came to the other side of me.

And without warning, he came under the blanket and lay down next to me.

“Tskcha.”

Mr. Garam came into the blanket and snuggled up next to me. Body temperature was transmitted through the forearm.

It was the first time I felt warmth in a long time, but instead of being warm, it was wet and unpleasant.

“Hihi, I never thought I would sleep next to you like this.”

“Me too.”

She turned around and hugged me like a bamboo lady.

Her right hand came up to my chest.

Like a living snake, his right hand landed without permission and swept my chest stickily.

“Dad… you don’t have to endure it.”

In complete darkness, she whispered in my ear.

Without responding, I turned and faced her.

Despite my firm refusal, she scribbled on my back with her finger.

” If you want to, please let me know at any time. I’ll wait.”

Mr. Garam spoke as he hugged my back, and I remained silent and fell asleep.

It was fall.