Chapter 66: CUT. Chainsaw Blues (1)
by fnovelpia
CUT.
“Some horror movies were so well-made they get cursed out…”
The room was dark.
Various DVD boxes and graduation albums were scattered everywhere.
A small TV screen emitted a dim light. It felt like a tiny theater.
On the screen, a grotesque creature flailed.
“John Carpenter’s ‘The Thing’. When it was released, the original director criticized it heavily. He said John Carpenter had no vision. But it was the original director who lacked vision… John Carpenter was a genius, and ‘The Thing’ remained one of the greatest masterpieces in the world.”
A young man and woman sat in front of the TV.
A boy with a youthful, cute face.
A pale beauty with a slightly gloomy atmosphere.
The boy nestled snugly like a baby koala.
“What about Stanley Kubrick’s ‘The Shining’? The original author, Stephen King, called it the worst… But eventually, ‘The Shining’ became a legend, completely changing the world of horror.”
The woman continued, gently stroking the boy’s head.
“Clive Barker’s ‘Hellraiser’ also couldn’t escape critics’ harsh reviews. But how is it now? It’s rare to find works that weren’t influenced by it…”
“……”
“Not all masterpieces were well-received at first… Many are re-evaluated later.”
“……”
“At first, Yeoreum was indifferent to me… but now you can’t live without me. Because I’m your master… right?”
“Yes, that’s right, Master.”
“Then, kiss…”
Yeoreum obeyed the command and kissed the Master’s white cheek.
The Master, Yuna[1], smiled broadly and hugged Yeoreum.
She planned to imprint it in Yeoreum’s mind.
So that he couldn’t live without her, so he could never leave her side.
But Yeoreum had one thing he was hiding from Yuna.
The hypnosis had long since worn off.
The polite language and obedient attitude – it was all an act.
Yuna, unaware that her beloved slave had awakened from hypnosis, enjoyed the embrace with a happy expression.
For Yeoreum, it was torture.
Being tightly held by a heated female body at its prime was an unbearable situation.
The thick scent filled his nostrils. Soft flesh pressed together without any gaps. It was even slightly sticky with a bit of sweat.
He tried to suppress his pounding heart. He had to stop the blood from rushing down.
He couldn’t endure this with a clear mind.
He wished he were still hypnotized…
Yuna, her face slightly flushed, moved her hands as she hugged Yeoreum.
Her slender fingers slid downward.
Groping and fondling.
It was s*xual harassment he had endured thousands of times in the past few days.
“You know, I’m… starting ovulation tomorrow…”
“…”
“Yeoreum, you’ve waited a long time too, right? Let’s get relieved starting tomorrow…!”
Help me.
This crazy woman was finally going to do it.
When tomorrow comes, she will r*pe him until not a drop of moisture remains in his body.
His pride as a man would be brutally humiliated, buried under her sensual naked body, helplessly sobbing and gasping, squeezed dry until he dies…
He didn’t want that ending. His survival instinct sounded the alarm.
“Um, Master. But what about school? We need to attend…”
“Don’t worry. I’ve prepared two resignation letters, for both you and me. I’ll submit them next week.”
“……”
The hand that had been lewdly caressing Yeoreum for a long time stopped. Yuna stood up.
“I’m going to do some shopping for a bit, so wait quietly. Got it?”
“…Yes, Master.”
Yuna left.
The front door was slightly open. The thin sunlight that came through the gap seemed to say:
If you don’t want to die, escape. Now is your only chance.
Yeoreum staggered and stood up.
The university scene was peaceful.
In the lecture hall, classes were in full swing. Freshmen carrying textbooks strolled leisurely across the campus grounds.
However, there was a strange underside to this seemingly peaceful place.
In the corner of the ‘Horror Film Club’ room, a cleaning tool cabinet was gradually heating up in the sunlight.
The metal surface was getting hot.
In the silent room, only the sound of labored breathing echoed.
“Whoo… Whoo…”
It was the breath of the narrator trapped inside the cleaning tool cabinet.
Her entire body was drenched in sweat. The inside of the cabinet was like a steamer.
She had become so delirious that she lost track of how long she had been trapped.
Her arms and legs were tied, making escape impossible.
She felt like she was about to suffocate.
It was, of course, Jung Joo-Yi who had locked her in the cleaning tool cabinet.
She had left, claiming she would show the film to the audience in another reality.
Anyone could see it was a crazy act. Such madness was Joo-Yi’s specialty.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard.
Someone was crossing the room and approaching.
Eventually, the door of the cleaning tool cabinet was flung open.
The narrator weakly raised her head.
“Why are you only coming now… Huh?”
But the person standing in front of him was not Jung Joo-Yi.
It was a bizarre man.
He wore a large owl mask and black clothes.
“I quite like the phrase ‘beauty has a short life’.”
The man said. It was the slightly weary voice of a middle-aged man.
He was holding a chainsaw.
The chain blade fell towards the narrator.
“Beautiful women die young, like a slasher movie rule, right?”
The narrator tightly closed her eyes. But the blade did not touch her body.
It only cut the ropes binding her hands and feet.
She was freed from her restraints.
She opened her eyes. She saw the ‘W’ emblem engraved on the forehead of the owl mask.
Only then did he recognize the man.
“…Director?”
“Nice to meet you, narrator.”
Director.
In reality, if an actor is a character, and a narrator is a commentator, the director is the conductor.
The conductor who controls and edits the flow of the story.
“The main plot has progressed to S#11. Have you seen it?”
“No, Director. I’ve been locked up here for over a week, so I haven’t checked.”
“That’s unfortunate. Not seeing S#11 yet. The ending is truly touching.”
“The meta-plot… That is, this reality has become a complete mess.”
“I know. The problem isn’t just the monster that appeared in the middle of the city. There’s also a problem in our organization.”
“Just seeing that I was kidnapped and imprisoned by a mere college girl tells you. The Alpha team has lost its function.”
“Not only the Alpha team. From Alpha to Zeta teams, all were annihilated.”
The director calmly stated the fact that the organization had been destroyed.
He hung the chainsaw over his shoulder and sat in a chair.
The narrator sat across from him. His hands trembled.
“Was the reverse response team also annihilated?”
“Every single one of them died.”
“…What kind of entity did this?”
“That’s not what’s important. Do you know what happens if the movie isn’t completed?”
“Destruction.”
“That’s right. Useless personnel will be dismissed, and the set will be scrapped. Our reality will be destroyed.”
“……”
“Just because it’s the same witch, don’t expect mercy. You know that.”
The tone that leaked from the owl mask was calm.
“When the burning gorilla attacked the studio, how did you feel?”
“Honestly, I was shocked. I wasn’t expecting it.”
“Exactly. We need to show such intense moments to the audience watching this reality.”
The director stroked the chainsaw’s chain blade.
For some reason, it had bloodstains on it.
“You know, I liked the 1980s. That era was full of crazy horror movies.”
The 1980s.
A time when masterpiece horror films were hitting daily, thriving.
Thanks to this, countless imitations poured out like a waterfall.
“I was the last video kid.”
“Video kid?”
“A fanatic who was crazy about horror movies and frequented the video store more than school. At that time, there was a flood of slasher films to watch. But the glory didn’t last forever.
The slasher craze waned in the ’90s and entered its coffin in the 2000s.”
“The audience wanted a more sophisticated style of horror.”
“Exactly. Now, AAA horror films armed with massive budgets, famous actors, and flashy special effects are coming in waves. The cheap, bloody B-movies have disappeared. The romance of cheerful horror is gone.”
The director pulled something out of the chainsaw.
It was a long strand of hair stuck between the blades, soaked in bright red blood.
“Most ’80s slasher films made no effort to convince the audience. A terrifying killer appeared and just hacked up beautiful women. Forget about pacing. Every scene was filled with tension, giving it the flavor of instant Italian spaghetti.”
“You like Giallo.”
“Those movies were lovely because they mocked love. Ironically.”
“…”
“I want to evoke the nostalgia of low-budget horror movies. To remind people of the era when absurd direction and ridiculous twists were thrilling. That’s the reason this reality and Summer’s reality exist.”
The director said.
“To do that, we first need to turn the set into a mess.”
“You mean the giant monster rampaging in the middle of the city isn’t enough?”
“Not nearly enough. It has to become even more chaotic. That’s the kind of movie I’m making.”
The director pulled the starter handle of the chainsaw.
Rrrr-r-r-r-r—the rope stretched out as the engine roared to life.
The engine growled fiercely.
“What’s the best way to turn the set into a mess? Guess, narrator.”
The narrator suddenly realized something.
Her blood froze.
“Annihilated from Alpha team to Zeta team…”
Director. It was your doing.
The chainsaw moved.
Ssss—— The blade sliced the narrator’s neck.
Blood splattered everywhere. The severed head rolled away.
The owl mask bent down and grabbed the hair of the decapitated beauty.
“I quite like the phrase ‘beauty has a short life’.”
As the director lifted the hair, the narrator’s head floated in the air.
Blood dripped from the severed end.
Their eyes met the cruel owl’s.
“From now on, I will kill everyone in this university.”
[1. raei: uh realized it should Yeon Yuna over Yuna Yeon but also decided to just use her first name. Same for Reiko Ishikawa -> Ishikawa Reiko. Sorry for the late adjustment.]
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