Lee Junseo (Son) – Kind Hell

* Lee Junseo (Son) – Kind Hell (4)

My mood was complicated, but I had nowhere else to spend my time, so I enjoyed playing mahjong with the uncles until night. The sound of hitting the table while handling the tiles all day in a hanchan match is really cheerful. It was my first time seeing an automatic table here, so I was impressed by the technology, and it was definitely a good time because snacking in between was also delicious.

However, after that enjoyable time ended.

Evening.

‘They said they’d return to Bokryong before dawn, but…’

Whether I threaten them with the secret of this village, or become the village chief, no matter how things turn out, there’s no way I’ll let them take the sisters away from me. No, I won’t allow it. I had to find out more about this village to increase my bargaining chips for negotiations with the grandmothers and old men.

With that in mind, I arrived at a place isolated even within the village. Land surrounded by iron bars and high walls to prevent children from entering recklessly. Munyoung-yang said there was a facility in the village for educating the merchandise, but confessed that there was a separate place for punishment, and this was the place in question. Minor punishments would naturally take place in that educational facility, but this was a stage for administering literal punishment. It looked creepy at first glance, making me hesitant to enter rashly.

“Doryeon-nim…”

“Mm.”

“There are especially many eyes here… I can’t show you for long…”

“I know.”

When I gave a fearless grin, the Bokryong subordinates who opened the door for me also raised the corners of their mouths and guided me inside. Unlike the taverns outside, the building’s exterior was modern from the outside to the inside. From the outside, it looked like a prison, but inside, it sounded like a factory, with the clanging of machinery never ceasing.

Keolkeong, keolkeong, wiiiing-.

I don’t know what they’re processing, but there are many signs of people. They said they turned off all the surveillance cameras for me, so I’m relieved about that, but I wondered what this commotion was all about. A quiet commotion, as if someone wanted to speak but their mouth was forcibly blocked. I could hear it more clearly if there were no machine noises, but that part was quite annoying.

“What is this sound… It’s creepy… It’s not like screaming… But it’s not like making a sound either… Isn’t something strange…?”

“It’s like a ghost has appeared, right?”

“We were also surprised when we first came in.”

The center of the prison. Centered on the square hall where we were standing, there were punishment rooms with different names on the right and left. Since machine noises were coming from either room, I figured they were administering punishments that ordinary people couldn’t even imagine. I wanted to look around and stare openly, but since there were people monitoring this place besides us in the center of the prison, I had no choice but to act like a Bokryong subordinate and look around as leisurely as possible.

“Doryeon-nim, look at the left door.”

“Left?”

“Over there.”

I and the Bokryong subordinates pretended to investigate the inside of the prison, only turning our eyes to look at the left door. A unique place with a huge door that seemed like a truck could enter, and a small door next to it that a person could enter. The closer we got to it, the louder the machine noises became, and a small, meaningless noise could also be heard from there.

“Mental Training Room?”

“This is the first place rebellious women arrive when they come here.”

Mental Training Room, the name itself is horrifying. If the word “mental” is included in things done for the sake of discipline or punishment, everything becomes scary. Moreover, the fact that rebellious women arrive here first means that it erodes people’s will that much…

“Is it a scary place, by any chance?”

“In a way… it’s the most extreme place here…”

“It’s one of the top five places we wanted to show Doryeon-nim…”

If you say that, I can’t help but go in.

“Can we go in?”

“Yes.”

“Please come this way quietly.”

Following the Bokryong subordinates, I entered through the passage created right next to the main gate. As soon as I entered, the rattling of chains and the objects spread throughout the dark and spacious space came into view.

It’s definitely a factory inside.

But, are they running a meatpacking business or something?

The clanging of machinery and the red-tinted lighting felt unpleasant. The temperature was strangely high only inside here, and as if intentionally targeted, there were slaughter chains and hooks hanging in the air, dangling something.

‘What am I looking at right now?’

To put it in a slightly funny analogy, it felt like I had entered a cheap clothing store. You know? The sight of clothes hanging on a rack. That’s the scene I’m seeing right now.

“What is this.”

“……………”

The subordinates didn’t answer. Chains and hooks emitting a grim atmosphere along with the red lighting. It would be perfect if there were pig carcasses hanging there, but instead, something else is hanging like clothes.

Meat?

Corpses?

No, neither.

That’s not like dead corpses or meat, but…

「Women packaged like figures in air-evacuated zipper bags」

That was the sight I saw.

“────Ugh?!”

“Doryeon-nim!”

Women who can’t even twitch their bodies in zipper bags with all the air sucked out!

Moreover, they’re alive!

I got goosebumps the moment I made eye contact with the woman inside!

The subordinates caught me as I was about to fall backward in surprise at the bizarreness, but the goosebumps still didn’t disappear!

“Fucking, what the hell is this…”

“We were also surprised at first.”

“They’re all standing up, you know.”

The large zipper packs containing people whole were like products sold in a store. Hanging the women on the hooks in the air like objects, exhibiting them. Moreover, they were not only properly alive, but also standing up, as if air was being injected through the hoses in their mouths. Their mouths seemed to be blocked with something like a ball gag, and hoses were connected to their anuses and vaginas, seemingly to take care of their feces and urine.

“This is the Mental Training Room?”

“Don’t be surprised to hear this. They say they stay like this for as long as a year. Moreover, they even set a time for sleeping, so they can’t even sleep in that state.”

“That’s not something a human being should do…”

I stepped back to look at the scene more broadly. Not only were all the zipper packs containing women stuck together, but the structure was such that if you pulled on the hooks on the ceiling, you could push or move them sideways like clothing items sold in a clothing store. I wondered why the main gate was so big, but it was for transporting them outside like that. I wondered why it was making such a loud noise like a factory, but it seems it’s also possible to move them with machines.

“10, 20, 30, 40, 50…”

“70… there’s about that many…”

Sweat dripped down. It was already suffocating because of the red lighting and high temperature, but I wondered how the women inside there felt. It’s the worst punishment to be sweating profusely and not being able to move a single finger. Moreover, since there aren’t just one or two women sealed, other zipper packs are pressing tightly in front and behind. It’s frustrating enough to be hanging like that, but it must be maddening to be pressed like a sandwich. It must be much hotter and more stuffy than I feel.

Moreover, 1 year?

As long as 1 year?

Are you kidding me?

I definitely couldn’t endure it.

My mind would break.

Or I would succumb to being a sex slave.

Yeah, so that’s why it’s called the Mental Training Room?!

You crazy bastards!

“They say that the more they don’t listen, the longer and more humiliating the position they’re sealed in.”

“Let’s take a look.”

The subordinates led me further inside, pulling me, who was inwardly shuddering. There, unlike the front products that were stuck together, there were loosely spaced sealed products. Moreover, there were women proudly labeled 「1 Year」, who had received quality assurance in a way. Anyone could see that they were being treated differently compared to other products, but of course, that wasn’t a good thing.

Peolleok! Peolleok! Peolleokpeolleok! Peolleok!

The women inside the sealed zipper packs shook their bodies as if telling me to look this way. More than ten naked women were hanging in the air in humiliating positions, like breeding presses. Normally, I would have thought it was a suggestive sight, but their expressions were extremely urgent. It was as if they were desperately begging, 「Please save me」. But their mouths were blocked, and their positions were fixed, displayed as zipper pack products, so there was nothing I could do for them.

‘I’m really sorry to the trapped women, but. It’s a really ugly sight.’

Isn’t it like exhibiting erotic figures?

It’s a really perverted form.

Breeding press position, a position where one leg is lifted and the ankle is passed behind their neck to expose their vagina, a position where the legs are spread like a crab, a position where the waist is bent as if urinating, a position where the vagina is pushed forward and spread with their own hands, and to top it off, there’s even a position where the anus is spread.

It’s obvious that they’ve done various fabrications to prevent them from moving their fingers or joints, as if just sucking out the air wasn’t enough. That’s why they’re directly spreading their holes or emphasizing their breasts like that. In the distance, near the area where the machines are lined up, I can see a lot of blood splatters on a large iron plate that looks like it’s for cutting meat.

Ah, is that the place.

If they hammered iron pins in there, I could understand.

“Did the merchandise women who came down to the university this time also suffer this fate?”

“Yes. It’s one of the regular education courses while being punished. However, ordinary merchandise doesn’t usually make mistakes during education, so it seems they simply end it within a month. The purpose is to make them aware of what will happen to them if they lose their value as merchandise.”

“No wonder there were so many crazy bitches.”

They were desperate too.

This is just the mental training course.

I think I would desperately try too.

“If only it ended with this…”

As if they don’t leave it alone like this, even though it’s a mental training room, the machine suddenly started moving. The hooks with the zipper packs hanging on them moved along the line installed above the factory, taking the women who had become merchandise to another place. But it wasn’t going out the main gate, and it was heading towards a corner of the area where I was, so I followed to see what was going on.

Bogleboglebogle…

Bogleboglebogle…

The zipper pack containing the merchandise stopped above a large hole where water was boiling. It felt like they were about to soak the woman in the zipper pack as is.

“Is this one of the daily routines here…?”

“Yes…”

As the subordinate affirmed my words, Merchandise A desperately shook its body, fluttering the zipper pack. But the machine didn’t listen to her request and lowered the chain with a clang, immersing her in the double boiler with the zipper pack on.

Boglebogle…

And.

Jjalangjjalangjjalang…

Jjal-laang…

The sound of the zipper pack being submerged and the water boiling, along with the chain rattling rapidly, is pitiful. It was a natural reaction since she was trapped in a zipper pack and entered the water. The heat was covering her entire body, and to top it off, she couldn’t change her position or breathe, so it must be painful beyond just being stuffy.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Well, the bitches here shit and piss through hoses while trapped in these zipper packs… They say it’s a necessary thing for cleanliness…”

“You crazy bastards…”

That’s probably an excuse.

There’s no way it’ll get clean with that.

They’re excreting feces and urine through hoses, so they could just replace those hoses with human hands, but they’re boiling people like suyuk in hot water.

“Could it be that our Munyoung-i… has ever been subjected to something like that…?”

“Are you talking about Agassi?”

“Yes. She said she was subjected to it exactly once during her rebellious period…”

“Are you crazy.”

She said with her own mouth that she had gone through a brainwashing-like education process, so I vaguely thought that might be the case, and sure enough, it was. My lovely secretary and bodyguard, just for me. At first, I thought she was just a bitch who followed me without a second thought, but after the advice she gave me last time, I realized that she was a woman who harbored something else inside.

“What about other places besides here?”

“Most of them are places where blood is shed, so it might be a bit much for Doryeon-nim…”

“Especially since it’s night, I advise you to see them again tomorrow morning.”

“That’s a truly piercing piece of advice. Except that it’s a piece of advice that’s utterly useless to me right now.”

“Will you see them?”

“Why would I back down when I’ve come this far.”

“I understand.”

“I don’t want to…”

All of us, including me and the subordinates, shuddered as we headed to the next place, but…

I won’t describe the subsequent bloodshed.

Tuk, whether I should say my consciousness was cut off…

I only clearly remember returning to the accommodation and hugging Munyoung-i all day long.