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🕑 Added 2025-04-15 04:37:02 +0000 UTCEP. 23 # 2. (Actress Soo-rim) - Can't Even Urinate Properly (2)
"These days, livestock don't shave, which is a ha$$le. Don't they teach it in school?"
"Maybe it's because of some animal rights movement or something."
"What a ha$$le. It's not like it's pointless."
Tick.
My clitoris is touched, and an intense stimulation is transmitted from my vagin.a to my brain.
"Heeheeheeit!"
Is this my voice? No. I wouldn't make such a coarse moan...
"Good sensitivity. Anyway, hair makes it hard to check the shape and color."
Swish. Swish. My pubic hair is ripped apart by a man's hand.
"Because of the hair, it's hard to check the shape and color of the vagin.a."
The examiner lowers a light from the ceiling to shine on my vagin.a.
"No discoloration...the shape is clean...and there's a hymen. Good."
I feel a cold, long metal object entering my vagin.a.
"Hahit!!"
[Beep. 70% chance of pregnancy.]
"A bit disappointing about the pregnancy part."
Pffft!
This time, it's my anus. It goes in much deeper than before.
"Huuuut!!"
[Beep. Probiotic condition is good. No hemorrhoids.]
"Intestines are okay. Good."
Scratch. Scratch. The sound of writing is heard.
"Lift her up and put her over there."
"Yes."
I'm lifted into a humiliating posture.
Click.
Something feels like it's being stepped on, and the police let go of my arms.
Zzzzip.
[Weight: 44 kg, Height: 176 cm, Bust: 100 cm, Waist: 54 cm, Hip: 93 cm, Upper to lower body ratio: 4:6]
Information for determining my grade is announced in a cold, mechanical voice. I start to feel like I'm becoming livestock.
"Good."
Whoosh. My arms are grabbed again.
"Huuut...!"
"Hold her."
The examiner, holding a light, opens my eyes wide.
"Pupils are good, clean."
He presses my nose.
"No nose surgery. The height and size are appropriate...ah, yes."
My mouth is opened. If I don't open it, it will be forced open.
"No discoloration on the teeth. Alignment is good. No leukoplakia on the tongue."
Crack.
"Huuut...!"
"No malocclusion. Jawline is good. Now, lift your legs."
Legs? How do I lift my legs?
Whoosh. My arms are lifted by the police.
Ah...right. I'm livestock now. It's legs, not arms.
"Shaving is well done. No hair roots. Okay."
Scratch. Scratch. The sound of the examiner writing.
The quiet examination room only has the sound of paper and pen.
"Submit her to the auction."
A sheet of paper is handed to the police. My grade must be written on it.
Clank.
"Uh...?"
A collar is put around my neck. It's a leather collar for livestock.
"Walk on all fours."
Aren't they going to dress me? Not even in a livestock uniform?
Crack.
A shock is applied to my unmoving neck.
"Get on all fours quickly!"
The police, who used to speak politely, now use informal language and push me to the floor.
"Yes...yes..."
I put my hands on the cold floor, feeling it all over my palms, just like my heart.
I'm led out of the examination room by the police, who hold my leash.
The livestock auction house is connected to the examination room.
It's a place where women who have committed crimes have their human rights revoked and are sold...I've heard.
'Who will I be sold to?'
I never thought I'd end up here, so I have no information. The lack of information scares me.
What kind of treatment will I receive? Who will buy me?
I'm scared. Maybe it's because I'm tense, but I feel the urge to urinate.
I want to go to the bathroom, but I'm livestock. How do I ask?
Is it because I'm crawling? My urge to urinate grows unbearable.
"Excuse me...I need to use the bathroom..."
"Okay?"
"The auction is about to start, so go quickly."
"Follow me."
"Yes..."
The leash is pulled in the opposite direction. I no longer make any noise and follow his lead.
Getting used to walking naked in the courtroom...it's becoming familiar.
[ Livestock Bathroom ]
There's a separate bathroom for livestock, not for women. I'm led in by male police officers.
"What...what is this?"
It's not a normal bathroom.
There are no partitions. One side has a long, stainless steel structure embedded in the floor, with water constantly flowing from above.
The other side has a toilet I'm familiar with, but it's not a sitting toilet; it's a squatting toilet.
These toilets are lined up with holes, and there are rods to hang leashes, with toilet paper rolls in the middle.
"Is it urin3 or feces?"
"Urin3."
"Then, this way."
The man pulls me to the stainless steel structure.
Do I urinate here?
"How do I use it?"
"You must be new to a livestock bathroom. Let me explain."
My waist is grabbed.
"Ahhk!"
Zzt! My buttocks suddenly feel hot.
"Be quiet."
"Don't hit her. The auction house complained that it lowers the price."
"Ah, right. It's frustrating. Newly made livestock like you don't listen unless you're hit."
"Ultimately, we're the ones who suffer."
"Compared to other women, this one is relatively obedient."
"In movies, she seemed so proud and rebellious, but she's actually nice."
My head is stroked.
It's praise, given because I didn't resist.
I feel bad. So bad that I almost cursed.
"Urinate quickly. If you're late, you'll get scolded."
"Yes, yes."
He grabs my waist and positions my buttocks over the stainless steel toilet.
"Pull your buttocks back and urinate with your vagin.a inside the toilet."
"Ahh...ahh..."
I tried to respond, but couldn't.
It's a humiliating situation, but for someone without human rights like me, it's not humiliation; it's just reality.
I couldn't speak because it was too absurd.
"Urinate quickly. The auction is about to start."
Two police officers stand in front of me, smirking. I expected them to turn away while I urinate, but that was too much to ask.
I don't want to urinate, not in this degrading posture in front of men...
But my bladder is about to burst. If I don't, I'll end up urinating on the floor.
"No...no...no!!"
Whoosh. Urin3 bursts out of my urethra.
It's humiliating as a woman, urinating like an animal in front of men...
"I never thought I'd see the day when the woman from the screen would urinate in front of me."
"She seemed so meticulous about her image, but it was all just image-making, I guess."
"Is she just a foolish woman? This country boasts a 90% arrest rate for drug offenders."
"That's why you're urinating in front of us like this."
"Haha, that's right."
Whoosh...!
Tears I had been holding back flowed out.
It's unfair. So unfair.
I managed myself meticulously to avoid this fate. I earned a lot of money but lived in a modest house. Unlike other actresses, I didn't go to clubs or host bars to relieve stress. I didn't get close to fellow actors or celebrities.
I focused only on exercise and acting practice. That was my life...
But why am I suffering like this for something I didn't do?
Where did it all go wrong? I didn't take drugs. I had no reas0n to.
When stressed, I would exercise or meet Joo-yeon. I still had many goals to achieve, so I wouldn't abandon them and escape reality with drugs.
But at some point, I lost consciousness and woke up with a syringe in my hand. Then, the police burst into my house like it was a lie.
Someone must have done this to me. Someone who envied me made me like this.
It had to be one of the two people who visited my house.
Joo-yeon and Park Sang-moon.
Joo-yeon wouldn't do such a thing. She's been my only friend since college. She reached out to me, the only special admission student, and even joined the same agency for me.
But Park Sang-moon...he's the one who did this to me.
An idol singer, extremely popular among teenage girls. But behind the scenes, he has a notorious history with women. He's famous for treating female idols like trophies, having s3x with them, and then discarding them.
He tried to do the same with me. When I rejected him, he cried and made a scene.
He wouldn't hesitate to use any means. He manipulated Joo-yeon into setting up a meeting with me.
I couldn't refuse because it was Joo-yeon's request...
But looking back, that day was strange. He usually tried to impress me with exaggerated gestures, but he agreed to my ultimatum quietly.
[He said he just wanted to have one last drink with me.]
I let my guard down because of those words and drank the alcohol he brought. After that, I lost consciousness.
I pleaded in court and told my lawyer that Park Sang-moon was the culprit.
But when my fingerprints were found all over the drugs at my house, I lost my case.
I was a victim of his actions, unable to say anything...
"Can't urinate properly?!"
I came to and looked down. My thighs and knees were warm with my urin3.
I couldn't urinate in the toilet and ended up doing it on the floor.
"Awful! How can you urinate all over the floor like that?"
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...it was my first time...!!"
I quickly tried to move closer to the toilet, but it was too late. The police shook their heads.
"You looked so smart in your last movie, but why are you like this?"
"All women are the same. Movies are just movies, stupid. Don't believe everything you see."
"Ahh..."
A short sigh escaped my lips as a warm sensation rose to my face. These people were my audience.
In front of my audience...I couldn't even urinate properly in this degrading posture.
"Clean up before it smells."
"Yes, yes. I understand."
One of the police officers brought a hose prepared in the bathroom. It seems there are many livestock like me who make mistakes.
Whoosh. Cold water pours over my body.
It's freezing. The winter water is unbearably cold.
"Ahhhh!!"
"Don't scream. If you scream again, you'll get hit like before."
"Yes...yes..."
"Don't hit her. We were told not to."
"I know. I just wanted to scare her."
Whoosh...the cold water.
I couldn't avoid it and could only cry as a livestock.
