There is an unofficial method of interrogation of prisoners that I discovered while looking for information.

    It’s a very quick and efficient way to break a prisoner’s mind.

    The 53 minutes on the timer I mentioned earlier – it didn’t really matter how many minutes it was. 49 minutes, 37 minutes, etc. In any case, it just has to be a consistent amount of time. As time accumulates, it becomes more difficult to calculate.

    One ring every 53 minutes means that a day passes by about 27 rings in total. However, if you faint or fall asleep in the middle of the day, you will definitely miss the timer. Then it will become even more complicated to calculate time.

    And above all, the special timer is set so that each time it rings, the interval until the next timer is shortened by one minute.

    A prisoner who is blindfolded and whose entire body is restrained will never notice this fact. Originally, the interval was vague, but no human being could notice that it gradually decreased by a minute.

    Just like a frog being boiled in lukewarm water, you end up getting used to the alarm sound of the timer that has suddenly gotten faster.

    Why do we do that?

    This is to neutralize the spirit of the captive in the shortest possible time. With my eyes covered in pitch-black darkness, all I could hear was a sharp alarm sound that suddenly pierced my eardrums.

    All you can rely on to calculate how long you are in this state is the beep that goes off every 53 minutes! There is only a beep sound.

    In that situation, if that alarm rings just 10 times, it will be 43 minutes. If it rings 20 times, it’s 33 minutes. If it rings 30 times, it’s 23 minutes.

    Even if you miraculously count it all without losing consciousness even once, the time it will take for the 27th alarm to sound, which would normally be 24 hours, is 1080 minutes. That is, 18 hours later.

    Even on the first day alone, there is an error of as much as 6 hours. My 18 hours are her 24 hours.

    From then on, the time error will become more and more severe, and from then on, it will start to get really serious. Even if you rack your brain and calculate it, your sense of time will be confused and it will be all mixed up.

    “From the 30th time onwards… Once every 24 minutes”

    Then she feels 24 minutes as 53 minutes.

    Then, at 21 minutes, 20 minutes, and 19 minutes, the error is more than double.

    My day becomes two or three days for her.

    Then you’ll start thinking with that little head.

    ‘Am I crazy? Didn’t it just ring? No, the timer that rang before was definitely slower… No, no, I think it was faster, but no, no, I guess I miscalculated, ha, has a day passed? ‘Three days?’

    As the intervals gradually become shorter, she, suffering from a nervous breakdown, will feel like one day becomes two days, two days become three days, a week, an eon.

    Not only that.

    Sound is also important. I’m not talking about the alarm sound of a timer.

    A sound that stimulates the most primal fear.

    Sounds like a ghost? The sound of scratching on a blackboard? That’s just a kid’s joke. Well, in fact, it may be scary at that level, but human adaptability is stronger than expected, so such noises are unconsciously read as patterns, and can be ignored as background noise.

    What’s really scary is the extremely controlled noise.

    The Orfield Laboratory in Minnesota has a famous anechoic chamber.

    Absolute silence with a sound level of -9db recorded on the noise meter. Anechoic space. It is a place that has spawned numerous ghost stories and is called a prison of eerie silence where you cannot hear anything except your own heartbeat.

    Even if a person is trapped in such a place for just 45 minutes on average, he or she begins to hear auditory hallucinations. The brain begins to create sounds like ghost sounds, scratching on a blackboard, or someone whispering in your ear… By then, most people have come out in a state of contemplation.

    however…

    What would happen to humans if ten hours passed in that space, with their eyes covered, the lights turned off, and their entire bodies restrained?

    How much longer can you last in that hell?

    I hope you can hold on.

    Let’s trust Shinnari’s mental durability. If it doesn’t break, you can train it to your heart’s content.

    “I trust you. Tsk tsk”

    I fell asleep with a satisfied smile on my face.

    I need to supplement my sleep to be able to teach.

    I am

    to sleep

    I fell in love with it.

    ***

    These are bathroom tiles that are somewhat familiar.

    -Aaaah!

    Toilet water poured on me. Fortunately, the toilet water was clean today.

    No, I’m just sad about how I can distinguish ‘clean toilet water’ while flushing the toilet.

    I’m glad it’s not sewage containing urine and sometimes feces…

    “Ah, you idiot, I told you to prepare 400,000 won by today, you idiot.”

    Jin Kyung-pil.

    He is said to be the best in class. He’s 188cm tall and did Taekwondo when he was young? In addition, he was suspended for a year due to various incidents, so he is practically an adult. With his physique that could be seen as fit for a sports team, he turned the school into his own kingdom.

    「… 」

    Sigh!

    Ugh!

    “Fuck you, can’t you hear me?”

    “Kyeongpil-ah~ Don’t be like that. I guess he didn’t learn how to answer because he’s an orphan. Puhp, puhp.”

    “Giggle, giggle, you’re such a bad bitch.”

    “Aang~ You’re such a bad bitch~ That’s too much.”

    With me lying on the floor gasping for breath after being hit in the side by Jin Kyung-pil’s kick, the two bitches started flirting.

    “Woo-seop, put him in the urinal position.”

    “okay! The urinal position is perfect~ Hahahaha

    Song Woo-seop, Jin Kyung-pil’s right-hand man. 저 개새끼는 항상 진경필 말이라면 불알 없는 내시새끼마냥 간이고 쓸개고 다 빼줄것처럼 복종했다.

    He grabbed me by the hair and couldn’t breathe properly because my ribs were cracked…

    I put my head in the urinal. My cheekbone hit the urinal’s chin and it hurt terribly. A sound came from the back of my head.

    -Jiik

    The now familiar sound of a zipper being pulled down.

    -Hush profit

    “Ugh~ It’s cool.”

    “Kya~ Oppa, what are you bringing up in front of that girl!”

    “Hehehe, well, I’ll be seeing you often soon. is not it? “It’s time for us to do it now, right?”

    “Hmph, what do you mean~ I’m not that cheap of a girl?”

    “Hey, fuck, you’re the only bitch I haven’t fucked in a week. Hehe, well, you’re such an arrogant bitch that I fell in love with it. Yeah, fuck it, if you’re going to do that, don’t give it to me so easily. Anyway, if you have a sexual desire, you just have to let a few sexual sluts handle it. “You should take the place of your pretty and cute girlfriend.”

    “Ehehe~ Oppa is the best!”

    What was more painful than what they were doing was the lukewarm, disgusting liquid that soaked my hair and ran down my face.

    “Hey, I was really generous! Still, since you are my classmate, I will give you 3 days this time. Bring 400,000 won by 3 days, okay? Kaaak-tuh!”

    I felt thick phlegm running down the back of my head. Jin Kyung-pil and Song Woo-seop left without even washing their hands, and the woman who was following them suddenly turned around and started saying something to me.

    “Hehe~ You idiot~ You idiot who can’t even resist~ Why did you look at me so disgustingly? Did you think I sewed for you like that all the time because I liked you? “Sick, you retarded idiot, hehe, it’s really disgusting.”

    I saw a nametag attached to the woman’s chest.

    “oh? Are you looking at my breasts again? Wow! It’s really disgusting. Is it not enough to be known at school as a sex offender? huh?”

    “Hey~ Come quickly, what are you doing there?”

    “Wow! “Get out now!”

    “Be careful, that bastard might molest you again.”

    “Hehe, thank you for worrying about my brother.”

    The voices of human trash are fading away.

    I somehow got up and…

    I went to the sink.

    Turn on the water using the bathroom cleaning hose under the sink and pour it over your head.

    Since it was for cleaning, only cold water came out, but there was nothing I could do about it. Because you can’t pour water all over your body from the sink faucet.

    The weather was now breath-taking.

    It was already dark outside the window.

    It was a bathroom without heating.

    There I am alone, pouring cold water on my head from a bathroom hose.

    It was cold.

    It was cold.

    Sigh-

    Still, I kept pouring water on it. I wanted to get rid of the smell.

    Suddenly, I saw myself in the mirror, looking like a rat soaked in the rain.

    The face was full of cuts and bruises.

    The area under his eyes was black and his lips were turning blue.

    The boy looked very cold.

    The face in the mirror, my face, is horribly distorted.

    “Ugh… Hehehe… Off… 」

    enough to die

    It was cold.

    * * *

    “Huhhh!! Huh! Huh!”

    fuck

    Fuck!!

    This fucking dream.

    I thought I had erased everything, but it still bothers me sometimes.

    It’s been a while since I woke up on the verge of a panic attack.

    I took two tranquilizer pills from the medicine cabinet by my pillow, chewed them, and swallowed them.

    “Good. okay. Rather good. Revenge requires something to burn. You have to have motivation to have emotions”

    As I gulp down the cold water I left on my desk, my mind becomes clearer.

    How long have you been sleeping?

    I tried to wake up after a little sleep, but when I looked at the clock, I realized I had slept for 6 hours.

    Was I tired too?

    Looking at the CCTV, Shin Na-ri’s whole body was shaking as if she was having a seizure.

    I put on my mask and went down to the basement.

    “Hello?”

    “Ugh!! Ugh! Ugh!”

    I removed the gag. Because I couldn’t swallow my saliva properly, I could see the sticky saliva hanging down and forming a transparent thread.

    “Ugh! Haaah! Sigh! Ugh! Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe”

    “This… I don’t really like crying children. Because a crying child is a bad child… ”

    “Heep, heeup! Breathe!”

    I try my best to hold back my tears. You can’t see the eyes because they haven’t removed the blindfold, but they’re probably closed tightly to stop the tears from flowing.

    “Please, please, please! I’m sorry. I, I, I did everything wrong. I’m sorry. You were one of the friends who bullied me in high school, right? Sorry! I’m really sorry! I reflected a lot!!”

    “Umm… well? It’s not a very good answer”

    Although I came close to the answer, it was still a superficial answer.

    From the looks of it, you don’t even know who I am, right?

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