Sitting on a large red piece of furniture in the middle of the darkness of the night, an old man looked towards one of the doors that led to the room where he was.
On the other side of that door was the room where his 'son' and his daughter-in-law slept, where until recently there had been some activity.
This night the old man was not in his room, but rather he was wandering around the living room due to lack of sleep due to feeling unusually much more energetic than usual.
Today he tried to subdue her tenant, getting her to open her legs to let him have sex in order to pay the rent for her apartment.
The emotion from the memories of subduing and blackmailing his young tenant made him unable to fall asleep, so he went out to the kitchen to drink some water.
Great was his surprise when he heard how inside his daughter-in-law Soo-Ae's room you could hear the faint feminine moans interspersed with desperate masculine grunts.
It was obvious that the married couple was having sex. But to the old man's joy, that did not last even a minute, feeling only deep disappointment for the man he called his son.
However, this also meant something else, and that was that his daughter-in-law Soo-Ae had surely been dissatisfied. That's why he stayed in the room, hidden, waiting for anything to happen.
He had already had several casual nighttime encounters with her daughter-in-law where he had been able to see her in skimpy clothes, so this time they met again, she would be on the defensive.
Using the excuse of a non-existent senile dementia, the decrepit old man had approached his daughter-in-law every time they were both alone in the house and began to touch her, pretending that she was his former wife, having free rein to grope what he wanted. he would like.
He had been at this for a few weeks and enjoyed watching how the woman tried to escape her advances, but without saying anything to her husband, so for the old man it meant a free letter.
That's why his old fox instincts told him that now was not the time to intersect, he had to be expectant about what would happen next.
And as if he had guessed it, the sound of the door opening was heard and then light footsteps belonging to a woman sounded in the direction of the bathroom, telling the old man that his daughter-in-law had most likely gone to the bathroom to take a shower.
He carefully came out of his hiding place and sat on the furniture in silence while he looked at the bedroom door.
"It seems that my useless 'son' is still useless in bed... but thanks to that, I think that today I will be able to delight in the sight of those juicy mangoes of Soo-Ae... even something more" – the old man smiled while he put one of his hands on his crotch and began to rub it.
After hearing that the shower had turned on, he stood up to walk and go to the bathroom. It was time to finally have a real breakthrough with his daughter-in-law, so he would take advantage of this situation and exploit it to the fullest.
"Hehehe... tonight I will finally start making you my wife... just wait my dear Soo-Ae" – the decrepit old man smiled with a perverted expression and began walking towards the bathroom.
However, something he didn't expect to happen happened.
A hand covered with a black glove that held a kind of thick cloth and an unpleasant smell suddenly appeared on the side of his face and tightly covered his mouth and nose, just at the same time that he felt a painful blow on the back of his neck which destabilized him! completely!
"MMM!"
He wanted to scream from the pain, but the cloth inserted into his mouth muffled the pitiful moans. He wanted to stay up and fight this aggressor, but the blow to the back of his head and the unpleasant smell that the rag gave off caused him to lose all the strength in his legs and some of his consciousness.
However, he did not fall suddenly on the ground, but was supported and placed on the ground almost carefully, preventing him from making a sound.
Before the old man completely lost consciousness, gathering the strength he had left, he turned his head to see who was responsible for all this.
He saw a person dressed completely in black was standing, completely still. Black shoes and joggers, as well as a jacket with a hood and a kind of black mask covered his face.
This strange subject, who had an intimidating appearance, squatted down and with another cloth similar to the first one covered the nose and eyes of the dazed old man,causing that unpleasant and numbing smell to begin to quickly flood his body thanks to the accelerated breathing that the old man had due to fear.
Until a few moments ago he was thinking about how to subdue his daughter-in-law... now he was lying on the ground as he fell into total darkness.
And so it was that in a matter of minutes the cornflower's consciousness faded, leaving him lying on the ground without even being able to fight to alert the rest of the people who live in this house.
The black-clad subject, after knocking out the perverted old man, stood silently while he looked at his old, decrepit body.
He then walked to one of the corners of the house and took out from a hidden place a large canvas bag, which he placed next to the unconscious old man.
With unusual speed, as if it were something he had done all his life, the black-clad subject introduced the old man's body into the canvas bag with complete naturalness, closing the zipper while taking one last look at the decrepit sleeping face.
"Well, well, you are special, old man... I have nothing against you, but this is a kind of retribution for your way of acting."
The hooded man's voice echoed under his mask as he finished closing and collecting everything he had used, lifting the entire bag on his shoulder and heading to the door of the apartment to leave in absolute silence.
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'Ahh!… my head… it hurts!'
Feeling a sharp pain coming from the back of his head, the old man began to wake up, internally groaning. Slowly, his senses started to clear, and the strength in his limbs began to return.
'What? I can't speak?'
When he was fully awake, he realized it wasn't just his head that hurt; he couldn't open his mouth. Not only that, but he couldn't see anything either, as his eyes were completely covered.
"Mmm! Mmm!"
With great anxiety, the old man tried to move desperately, only to find that his arms were stretched upward and backward, tied to what seemed to be a concrete structure. Likewise, his legs were spread apart and also bound to the same structure, rendering him completely immobile.
Rrrrrrrr
As his anxiety grew, a peculiar sound caught the attention of the frightened old man. The sound was familiar, yet it was something he hadn't heard in a long time.
'That… that's the sound of the water pumps at the eastern factory… but why would I be here?'
Recognizing the roar of those machines, the old man could determine where he might be, since he had worked at that factory in his youth.
Suddenly, with a painful flash, his mind began to fill with his most recent memories. He remembered that he was about to subdue his daughter-in-law to enjoy her voluptuous body when a strange man attacked him by surprise, drugging him with some kind of substance to knock him out.
'That bastard… is he a thief? No… it wouldn't make sense to bring me here and tie me up if he were just a simple thief,' the old man began to think, trying to recall the last thing he saw before losing consciousness.
The guy dressed in black was obviously someone like a thief since he wore a mask to hide his face. But why bring him to this factory? Was this a direct attack against him?
Just then, the sound of footsteps pulled him out of his thoughts. Then, the blindfold was removed from his eyes, allowing him to see everything around him.
As he suspected, he was in one of the sections of the hydroelectric factory, where the waste storage tanks were located. He had been tied to one of the concrete pillars! His hands were suspended from some rusty chains while his legs were spread apart and tied with the same chains.
However, this didn't seem to catch the old man's attention since his gaze was fixed on the strange figure in front of him, who appeared completely relaxed, as if this entire situation were normal.
"MMM! MMM!"
The old man began to force himself to scream desperately, but he realized there was nothing he could do to make his voice heard. The gag in his mouth was effectively placed, and the knots on his hands and legs were really tight, leaving no room for the slightest movement.
All this made the old man understand that the black guy in front of him was not someone as simple as he seemed.
"You know, I'm interested in you…er, Kim Yong-Su right?" – Suddenly the kidnapper began to speak in a hoarse and attenuated manner, as if his voice were under a series of cloths.
The old man stopped fighting to see how the guy in black had his identification card in his hands.
It is in these moments that he realized that this was not something as simple as a robbery, but rather it was a scheme that seemed to be aimed directly at him.
'What the hell am I going to do now? I don't remember targeting anyone who has a family member or partner associated with gangsters. Why the hell does this happen to me?' – The old man began to mutter to himself while he tried to stay calm.
For many years, in the pursuit and conquest of women, he had damaged many marriages and relationships, however, he had made sure that he could do so without any possible consequences.
He was looking for dissatisfied women who had 'herbivorous' men as partners who did not have aggressive contacts so as not to take risks if at some point he was discovered.
However, he now himself thought that his caution had not been as safe as he thought.
"Although of course, this curiosity is to know how a decrepit old man like you can sleep with so many women without any consequences. Maybe it's because you're the antagonist? I don't know"
The guy with the mask turned to the side and took out a kind of extremely long blade from a box, making the old man open his eyes in despair.
The guy in black calmly walked towards his victim, making her even more desperate. The old man tried in every way to scream, but without any success.
"You know, this is an industrial blade, it is very thick and it may hurt you a lot, so I apologize in advance. I was offered many rewards for making you suffer, so I will try to be as quick as possible, okay?"
The hooded subject's voice sounded so simple, but at the same time vicious, which made the old man break out in a cold sweat.
While the guy in the mask seemed to sincerely apologize, he grabbed the old man's head and held it still while with his other hand he took the four-inch bladed needle and placed it on the back of his neck and began cutting the skin on the back of his neck. down.
"MMMMMM!! MMMMM!!"
The old man began to cry tears of despair as he felt the stinging pain in the back of his neck as he processed the words of his captor.
You didn't have to be a genius to understand what he meant.
But as if God had abandoned the old man, no matter how many pleas and regrets he sang in his mind, nothing stopped the subject dressed in black from completely cutting a slice of skin.
*Screech!*
Suddenly the old man felt a kind of painful current run through his entire body, only to feel completely numb while he had small jerks all over him.
His mind began to break while his desperate eyes seemed to lose all the energy they had always had, beginning to become waterlogged by the tears that formed in them.
Was this Karma for everything he did in the past?
Is this what he deserved for having lusted after other people's women?
Was this the punishment for having blackmailed and abused different people, taking advantage of his weaknesses?
He would never know.
"There's a cut of skin, a few more to go. Sorry if I don't cut very well, I'm just a little rusty when it comes to torture."
The hooded man spoke in a thoughtful tone without caring about the depressing situation the old man found himself in, only to raise his shoulders as a sign of little importance.
"Well, let's try a little more, maybe if I tear him apart or pull out his nails and teeth I'll get more stitches... Phew... I didn't think I'd do this kind of work again in this world"