[NSFW] What Goes Around Comes Around (TW: SA, Violence)

"Ugh..."

Woo Jin groaned as he came to. His mind felt cloyingly heavy as a dull pain assaulted him.

"Oh, are you awake?"

His head snapped up at the sound of the familiar voice. Despite the throbbing pain, he mustered up his strength to glare at the figure in front of him.

The girl.

"You b*tch, what did you do to me?!"

The girl tilted her head, pouting her lips in confusion. "What? Why are you so angry? Isn't this about the same thing that you wanted to do to me?"

He jerked away as she approached him, only to discover that his hands—his limbs—were tied. The rope secured his wrists and ankles tightly.

She leaned into him closely until he could feel her breath on his cheek. "What was it that you said—you were going to tie me down and f*ck me up, was it? Break my p*ssy and my mind until the only thing I remember is your name? Choke me so hard until I faint, and then f*ck me again?" Her sultry voice carried the same tone he had used as she repeated all the sinful fantasies he wanted to enact on her back then.

Woo Jin tried to tug his constraints loose again, but it only worsened the chaffing on his wrists. He gritted his teeth from the pain, but did not smolder his temper.

"You—"

Woo Jin's words were stuck in his throat as he felt something cold and sharp on his neck.

"Now, now. Isn't this a bit too much, you wench?" He was beyond pissed now, but the girl with the knife had the upper hand.

"Put the knife down, why don't you? Let's be civilised people here. Fine, I'll apologise, okay? It wasn't like I did anything to you yet." He grinded his teeth as he tried to appease her. She was just a little girl, after all. How far can a snivelling little girl go? She was probably too chicken to kill him. He swore that he'd get back at her after he gets—

The girl abruptly grabbed his hair and pulled his head back.

His breath hitched as the blade dug deeper into his neck, breaking the skin and drawing blood. He could feel the sharp edge of the knife press against his Adam's apple.

Woo Jin held his breath and tried to limit his movements in fear of causing a fatal injury.

"F*ck, b*stards like you are so annoying, you know that, right?" Yeo Ri's voice lowered. "Always acting so high-and-mighty, like everyone else is beneath you. I'm seriously tired of people like you."

He made eye contact—

—and the unfamiliar feeling of fear finally began to set in his bones.

The girl was serious.

There was no emotions in her eyes, as though the scared girl that he had pushed down before was an illusion. She was neither happy nor scared. Unlike him, being in control brought her no pleasure. It was as if he meant nothing to her, even in this situation.

Her hand steadily held the knife against his throat.

—He was going to die.

But none of his inner turmoil mattered to the girl. She continued her monologue, "I'm so tired, you know? B*tches like you just keep coming, all the d*mn! F*cking! Time!"

"Can't you b*stards just give it a rest, huh? Just leave me alone? Is that so hard?" The girl begged. He would have thought she was crying if only he wasn't staring straight into her insane, soulless eyes.

—Monster, he wanted to shout.

The girl finally relaxed her grip, allowing him to take a deep breath.

"You f*cking—!"

Thwack!

The girl smacked him with the back of her hands.

"F*cking noisy! Did I give you permission to talk?! Huh?!"

"Agh!"

A searing pain assaulted his senses as the girl slashed him, creating a long gash on his arm.

Yeo Ri sighed in exasperation. "I've had it with you people. Why is it so hard to get some peace and quiet around here?"

"You maniac—!"

Woo Jin breathed laboriously through the acute pain. He glared at the manic girl who was restlessly pacing back and forth.

Finally, the girl left him alone.

—Only to come back moments later with duct tape in her hand.

The girl straddled his lap and slapped the duct tape around his mouth roughly. Woo Jin had no choice but to allow her to seal his mouth as he tracked the carelessly held knife in the girl's hand with his eyes. It was clear that she couldn't care less if she scratched him with it.

"—!"

The girl began unbuckling his pants, and moved the tip of the knife back to his throat.

He could feel her grab his p*nis roughly, stroking it with the gentleness of sandpaper.

"Ngh—! Kh—!"

He wanted scream, shout, anything—but he couldn't. The knife was too close and it felt as if she was going to rip out his private part. He whimpered as her rough movements was making the knife break through his skin and drawing more blood.

"How do you like that, hm?" Yeo Ri whispered in his ear.

"This is what you wanted, right?"

"Look at how nice I am, to do this for you. You're fine with just this, right?"

Her lips trailed up his jaw, stopping just over his taped mouth.

"Unfortunately, I can't let you f*ck me, and I won't kiss you either, because my favourite person might get sad if he finds out, so just bear with this, okay?"

Her tone was soft and sweet, as though appeasing a lover.

"Are you enjoying this? This is what you wanted, after all, so you must be enjoying it so much!" She giggled, licking his tears off his face.

Each and every word that came out of her mouth was etched deeply in Woo Jin's mind.

"Gh—!"

Yeo Ri removed the knife, and thinking it was his chance to get away, he struggled to throw her off.

But the girl didn't budge.

She pressed the tip of the knife onto his shoulder, twisting it as it buried into his flesh.

A new flash of pain overtook his mind, but only a muffled sound came out.

The girl grabbed his hair and lowered his head until their foreheads touched, forcing them to make eye contact. "The next time you try anything, something precious is gonna get chopped off, okay?"

"Hff—! Hff—!"

The man could barely nod in agreement, but the girl—no, the wretch—smiled anyways at his confirmation.

She continued to jack him off. She stared at him with her hollow, empty eyes, "Are you enjoying it?"

"Are you enjoying it?"

"Are you enjoying it?"

"Are you enjoying it?"

"Are you enjoying it?"

"Are you enjoying it?"

With every repetition, her grip tightened more and more until Woo Jin felt as if there was no blood circulation to his lower half anymore. It was painful, but he could not move or do anything. All he could see was the fear in his eyes, reflected in the girl's obsessive, ominous gaze.

"You should be enjoying this! Why aren't you enjoying this?! This is what you wanted! You should be thankful I'm doing this for you, you know? I haven't even done this to Oppa or that b*stard before, you know?! Count your blessings! YOU SHOULD BE ENJOYING THIS!"

Woo Jin felt as if he was plunging into the abyss as time passed. He felt as though a corpse was staring back at him, and he knew that had the girl been any less merciful, he would not live to see another day.

Her grip loosened as her hand slowed. She was young and weak, and her stamina was depleting. Despite her exhaustion, her eyes never wavered.

Woo Jin breathed heavily as his eyes rolled back, feeling an unwanted heat pooling up in his groin.

"—! ——!"

He let out out a silent scream as he ejaculated, his body tensed and quivering. His eyes went wide in disbelief.

—Even after all that, his body still...

The girl stopped her abuse, looking down at the result of her forcefulness.

"...Disgusting."

She slapped him several times out of anger.

"Look at this, you got it on my hand! What are you going to do about it?!"

She had pointed his shaft away from her but some of the vile white liquid still stained her hand.

She finally removed herself from him, looking around the drawers for a clean piece of cloth. But the drawers were empty, save for a first-aid kit and some miscellaneous tools.

"Hm hrry...! Phih, hm hrry...! Hm hrry...! Hm hh hhh—!" He cried, begging for forgiveness and asking her to let him go. But his pleas went unheard.

The wretch couldn't understand him through the tape, and she never wanted to make an effort to understand him either.

She glared at him in annoyance and slapped him one more time before leaving the room.