episode_0109

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I have trouble sleeping when someone is next to me.

Maybe it was because my mind was in overdrive with the absurd situation, or because there was a biological heater next to me that distributed warm body heat, but I slept lightly.

It was dark outside, wondering whether the flexible work system that had been introduced with work-life balance and all that had been applied to the year.

I blinked my puffy eyes and frowned at the headache that was slowly getting worse.

Maybe it was because I slept on my side, but my left side felt tight.

After turning around, I saw the ceiling of a room that was slowly becoming familiar to my eyes.

“How did you sleep?”

Mr. Garam, who must have been awake earlier, greeted me in the morning in a relatively clear voice.

Ah, it wasn’t a dream.

The cold temperature of the shackles ran up my ankles along with her voice.

“You were up.”

At the sound of my cracked voice, Mr. Garam leaned closer to my body and rubbed his face.

Goosebumps arose wherever her snort touched.

“Mr. Garam, take that medicine.”

“Medicine?”

“Yes, there will be some medicine in the study. Please bring me that.”

Mr. Garam, who had been marking his territory on my body for a while, rushed out and soon brought me a daily medicine container and water.

I put the pills on my palm and counted them.

One two three… six. It’s good, nothing is missing, the shape is different, the color is different.

I poured it into my mouth, drank some water, closed my eyes, and pushed the pill down my throat.

I felt objects extending my life moving down my throat.

“…….”

As I was drinking the remaining water, I felt Mr. Garam’s gaze staring at me.

If it were like before, I would have said something, but maybe I’m so tired that I can’t think of anything.

“Do I have to take this medication regularly?”

“Yes. Once every three months.”

“Is it possible to pick it up on my behalf?”

I felt like I knew what he was asking.

“It is possible.”

For a moment, I thought about lying, but it wasn’t like she wouldn’t investigate and there was no need to tell a lie that would soon be discovered, so I said yes.

“Thank goodness. Well then, shall we wake up?”

She unlocked the chain and wrapped the end around her hand.

It was like a dog owner bringing a puppy.

“Wake up?”

“I decided to do simple bodyweight exercises.”

Instead, she questions me with an expression that asks me if I am asking something obvious.

While living in the original dimension, I have even heard of the term “confinement pure love.”

But why do I have to experience this novel new term called confinement PT for myself…

Before I knew it, Mr. Garam, who was standing in the doorway, was slowly pulling the chain, and my body was being dragged toward the living room against my will.

Oh, really… this is a damn good harvest.

***

Incarceration. It’s a very scary word, but personally, it’s more irritating than scary.

Mr. Garam, who made me exercise in the morning, prepared breakfast while I was washing up.

I thought she would do something about the damn shackles when she went to the bathroom, but I guess I underestimated her.

I didn’t know you could make a hook that could be hung in the bathroom.

No, with this level of skill and preparation, how could the center fail?

I’m crying for no reason.

He said that washing is also important, and he himself reversed the position of the shackles, so I was able to wash both ankles very thoroughly.

Ah, Mr. Garam is very kind. pestilence.

She has gone to work at the center.

Since there were no guards, I had to either break the damn chain or find a way to communicate with the outside world.

The former chain was so strong that it could not be broken without tools, and the latter was impossible because everything that could communicate was shattered.

It seems that the drilling and hammering yesterday included not only driving hooks into the wall, but also destroying all the electronic devices in the house.

Anyway, after eating a breakfast of celery and chicken breast, I stayed in the living room, lying on the sofa and meaninglessly counting the patterns on the ceiling.

I can’t use my phone or computer, so it’s very boring.

It’s not that you can’t access it at all like in the previous dimension, but it seems like the feeling of loss is greater because you can’t use it where it exists.

“What did we talk about.”

Now that the words are in my mouth, I think of a way to escape this life.

Ironically, it is most difficult to escape now that there are no guards.

So, on the other hand, when there is a watcher, will there be a chance to escape?

Yes, there is. When going to another room, you inevitably have to undo the chains fastened to the wall.

At that time, I am not tied down anywhere, so all I have to do is subdue Mr. Garam and go outside right away.

Overpower Mr. Garam… To be honest, I’m not confident I can win in a head-to-head match.

In that case, you have to push her down and run away, but there is a possibility of getting caught because the chain is long.

if…

Wouldn’t it be possible to strangle her with a long enough chain?

When moving, she stands in front of me, so I can get behind her and strangle her with a chain.

Even if there was a difference in strength, she wouldn’t be able to do much if you strangled her as if hanging from behind.

But, am I ready to kill someone?

It’s different from the time of Namgung Soyeon.

Rather than indirectly participating in death, we must directly silence a life with our own hands.

“……”

Even in the midst of this, I feel frustrated with myself for hesitating.

***

After 11 p.m., Mr. Garam returned home.

I had reheated and ate the lunch and dinner she had prepared for me.

Mr. Garam checked to see if he had exercised in the afternoon.

Since he exercised because he didn’t want to offend her, Mr. Garam smiled with satisfaction.

She said that you need to sleep early to lose weight, and made sure to sleep well.

We went into the bathroom together and brushed our teeth, and the colors of her face and mine reflected in the mirror were as starkly different as heaven and hell.

“Now, let’s go to sleep.”

Mr. Garam removed the chain fixed to the wall and started walking towards the bedroom first.

The opportunity has finally arrived.

Just as I had been simulating all afternoon this afternoon, I quietly followed behind her, holding the chain that was dragging on the floor.

Hold the chain in both hands and place it on the back of her head.

Now all you have to do is lower the chain in front of her neck and pull it back.

Yes, you can do that.

But the hand doesn’t move.

What are you hesitating about? Just drop it, pull it. That’s how you live.

Even if I try to force myself, my arms won’t move as if someone other than me is controlling me.

“…….”

This made me realize that I was not ready to kill anyone.

Even in this situation.

I carefully put down the chain again and follow her to the bedroom.

Mr. Garam re-tied the chain to the bedroom wall and turned to look at me.

She opens her arms and comes into my arms.

Although I was surprised by the unexpected skinship, I also thought that I should not expect anything common sense from her.

She buried her face in my chest, raised her head and looked at me and said.

“I thought about it well. That doesn’t work.”

Cold sweat ran down my spine.