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🕑 Added 2025-04-12 03:51:45 +0000 UTCEP.74 The Life-Ruining Torture
The manager poured the last drop of fluid into the funnel.
"Well done."
As he slowly pulled out the funnel, Heo Seong-ah's eyes rolled back, and she thrashed about in agony.
"Kkuheo! Kkuheoek!!"
Her throat constricted, and the fluid flowed back up, threatening to spill out.
"Uuk!"
Heo Seong-ah covered her mouth with both hands, holding her breath. If she vomited the fluid, she knew the consequences would be severe; she would likely be forced to lick it up and swallow it again.
"Huup... Huuuhu..."
She closed her eyes and managed to swallow the urge to vomit. Her stomach still churned, making unpleasant noises.
"B62, you're doing very well. I was worried you'd vomit, but you're enduring it admirably. Honestly, I'm impressed."
If this were the first day, Heo Seong-ah would have vomited and apologized on her knees. The manager was pleased to see her transformation.
"However..."
"Yes?"
"Your behavior now isn't exemplary."
The manager's smile was unsettling, his face twisted in a way that sent shivers down her spine. He sat behind Heo Seong-ah and gently grasped her abdomen with both hands.
"A... What... Sir?"
Without warning, he used his arm strength to lift her upper body, applying intense pressure.
"Kkuheo!"
Heo Seong-ah felt her internal organs being compressed, and she expelled her breath. The fluid mixed with stomach acid shot up rapidly.
"Uk... Uweeek!!"
The sour fluid poured out like a waterfall, staining the floor.
"Huuuhu... Uuk..."
Heo Seong-ah cried, her face contorted in pain as she vomited the remaining fluid.
"B62, sometimes I want to see a defiant side. A perfectly obedient woman isn't popular with men."
"Yes... I'll remember... Huhu, sir..."
It was simply the manager's whim. He had forced her to vomit because he didn't like her stoic endurance.
"Let's proceed to the life-ruining torture now."
The manager's expression was oddly joyful as he held the restraints. Heo Seong-ah was dragged away without resistance.
"Uup... Uup..."
Her eyes were covered with a blindfold, her mouth gagged with a large ball gag. Her arms and legs were folded, forcing her into a quadrupedal stance. In this humiliating state, Heo Seong-ah was led out of the training room and toward a building.
Upon arrival, they took an elevator deep into the basement.
Ding—
The elevator stopped. Where was this place? Heo Seong-ah trembled with fear, unable to hide her anxiety.
"B62, are you scared?"
The manager asked as if it were a matter of course. Heo Seong-ah nodded in response.
"B62 seems like a coward. Always saying she's scared and afraid."
What woman wouldn't be scared in her situation? The manager's nonchalance infuriated her, but as a captive, she could do nothing.
"Huuu..."
Heo Seong-ah sighed and bowed her head.
"Very well. B62, I'll tell you what will happen to you now. Do you want to know?"
The manager offered her a choice: to know or not to know. Heo Seong-ah thought it might be better to know.
"Huuu..."
She nodded, drooling through the gag.
"Yes, I'll tell you. The torture you're about to receive will significantly impact your future life. It will be a modification that makes your body extremely sensitive, rendering daily life impossible."
"Huuu..."
What was the point of such a transformation? Heo Seong-ah had already given up resistance and chosen submission. She couldn't understand what more the manager wanted.
"Don't feel resentful. I'm not doing this because I want to."
"Huuu?"
"From now until the day you're shipped out, everything that happens to you is decided by your future owner. So, the choice isn't mine but theirs."
The manager justified his actions, shifting the responsibility.
"After this 'life-ruining torture,' your physical modification will begin. It might be a severe trial unlike anything you've experienced before. I hope you endure it with a clear mind."
"Huuu..."
The manager pulled Heo Seong-ah's leash, leading her down the corridor. They were in a processing room deep within the basement of a shared facility. The 'life-ruining torture' was beyond mere torture; it required specialized equipment not found in regular facilities.
"We've arrived."
"Huuu..."
Inside the room, two researchers were preparing for the torture. The manager removed all restraints from Heo Seong-ah and turned away.
"B62, from here on, I have no authority. I'll return tomorrow morning. Please endure the torture quietly until then."
"Yes...?"
The manager left, and Heo Seong-ah was left alone with the researchers. She crawled toward the door, trying to escape, but a researcher grabbed her hair and pulled her back.
"Aak!!"
"Where do you think you're going? Stay still, you piece of trash."
"Kkuhheu..."
The researcher dragged her to a corner, warning her that if she didn't behave, they would beat her until she spat blood.
"Uuuh..."
Heo Seong-ah huddled in the corner, surveying her surroundings. The room had a unique device resembling a grill on the floor, with long rods on either side. Each rod had a U-shaped groove at the top. A propeller-like ventilation system hung from the ceiling, with some sort of exhaust mechanism inside.
"Huk..."
What was this place? She wanted to ask but knew she wouldn't get an answer. Besides, she would soon find out.
"Huuu..."
Heo Seong-ah cried, her face filled with despair.
"Done!"
The researchers, now dressed in disposable coveralls, approached her. They checked for any gaps in their attire, ensuring they were fully covered, and put on goggles and masks to minimize exposed skin. Wearing latex gloves, they approached Heo Seong-ah.
"A... Si-reo..."
The sound of their footsteps was terrifying, their slow approach even more so. Heo Seong-ah backed away, her buttocks scraping against the floor.
"Hahaha! Look at that. You were warned that if you resist, you'll be beaten until you spit blood."
"Oh, that's a good idea. It'll make the torture more effective if she's exhausted."
"A... Uuuh..."
As they exchanged menacing comments, one of the researchers grabbed Heo Seong-ah's hair and lifted her up. He pretended to punch her abdomen.
Pffft—
"Hit!"
It was just a feint; he didn't actually strike her.
"Don't worry, idiot. If you're damaged, it'll be trouble for us. Do you think we'd really hit you?"
"Haa..."
Heo Seong-ah was so tense she almost lost control of her bladder.
"Of course, we can't physically damage you..."
One of the researchers sprayed an unknown liquid onto her face.
Pffft—
"Uuuh..."
The mysterious substance made Heo Seong-ah's thighs clench, and she collapsed, her body limp.
"Hahaha! The effects of the drug are always impressive."
"That's expected, considering who made it."
As the researcher released her hair, Heo Seong-ah sat back down, trembling.
"A... Aang... Haeut..."
With each breath, each movement, intense pleasure surged through her.
"Haaang...!!"
She climaxed, screaming in a lewd voice.
