The door opens, and a young, mysterious man strides in, his presence immediately commanding the room. The butler nods in deference, the first crack in his stoic demeanor. "Welcome, Sir," he says, his voice a hushed whisper.
The newcomer's eyes sweep over them, a cold, calculating gaze that makes Soo Young's skin crawl. He's the boss, the one they've been hearing about, the one who orchestrates this nightmare from the shadows. "Leave us," he says, his voice a smooth purr. The guards file out, the sound of their boots fading into the distance. The butler lingers, his eyes never leaving the girls as he waits for further instruction.
"Tie them down," the boss says, his voice low and commanding. The butler nods, moving to the chair with a disturbing sense of calm. He pulls out a set of restraints, his movements precise and practiced. Soo Young's stomach turns as she watches him, her mind racing for a way out. But the drugs have stolen her strength, leaving her with nothing but a desperate, helpless anger.
Eun-Ji's whimpers grow louder as she's secured to the chair, her body trembling uncontrollably. The boss moves closer, his eyes glinting with a sick excitement. His touch is like ice as he runs his fingers along her jaw, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" he whispers. Soo Young clenches her fists, willing herself to be anywhere but here, to be anyone but herself.
The boss's hand snakes around Eun-Ji's throat, his grip firm as he pulls her head back, exposing her neck. His mouth descends, his teeth grazing her skin, leaving a trail of pain and fear in their wake.
"No, please," she whispers, her voice trembling, but her protests fall on deaf ears. He yanks her bra and underwear off, the fabric tearing like paper. The cold air in the room seems to cling to her exposed skin, a cruel mockery of the warmth she wishes she could find.
Eun-Ji's body goes rigid, her eyes squeezed shut as the boss's hands explore her with a cold, clinical curiosity. His touch is like a brand, searing through the haze of the drugs, leaving only pain and fear in its wake. She tries to scream, to fight back, but the restraints hold her firm, leaving her vulnerable to his every whim.
The sound of fabric tearing is a silent scream in the room, a symphony of horror that plays in Soo Young's ears. She watches, helpless, as the boss strips Eun-Ji bare, leaving her trembling and exposed. The chair creaks under Eun-Ji's desperate struggles, her legs kicking out, trying to find purchase on the cold floor. The boss's laughter is the only response, a twisted counterpoint to her sobs.
He looms over Eun-Ji, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that makes Soo Young's stomach turn. His hands are everywhere, touching and prodding with a detached fascination that speaks of a man who has seen and done too much. Eun-Ji's skin is a canvas of fear, each bruise and cut a story of pain that he adds to with cruel precision. Soo Young's eyes are glued to the scene, a mix of anger, terror, and despair swirling in her vision.
The boss's fingers trace the lines of Eun-Ji's body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He seems to savor the way she flinches at his touch, his smile growing wider with every whimper that escapes her lips. With a grunt, he rips away the last of her clothing, leaving her completely exposed. The cold air in the room is a stark contrast to the heat of his gaze, the stark lighting throwing deep shadows across her trembling form.
Soo Young's heart feels like it's going to explode in her chest, her mind a maelstrom of rage and despair. She struggles against her own bindings, the fabric cutting into her wrists as she fights the urge to scream, to do something - anything - to stop the monster before her. But the drugs have left her body weak and unresponsive, her limbs feeling like lead.
The boss's eyes are dark with lust as he stares down at Eun-Ji, his fingers tracing the lines of her trembling body. He rips away the last shreds of her dignity without a second thought, leaving her completely exposed to his cruel whims. Her nakedness seems to fuel his desire, his breath coming in harsh pants as he takes in the sight before him.
Eun-Ji's eyes are squeezed shut, her mind desperately trying to retreat from the horror of the moment. But there is no escape, not even in the dark recesses of her own thoughts. The cold steel of the chair bites into her skin as she tries to arch away from his touch, her body betraying her with every tremble and gasp. Soo Young's rage is a living flame within her, but she's bound by invisible chains, unable to save her friend from this monster's vile embrace.
The boss's pants hit the floor with a thud, and Soo Young's gaze flicks down, her eyes widening in shock and horror. His erection is grotesque, a weapon of war rather than a part of a man's anatomy. The room seems to close in around her, the air thick with the stench of his desire and their fear. Her eyes dart to Mi-Jin, whose own horror is etched deep into her face.
With a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes, the boss steps closer to Eun-Ji, his monstrous member bobbing with each step. He runs his hands over her body, his touch cold and invasive, leaving a trail of revulsion in its wake. Eun-Ji's eyes are squeezed shut, her body a rigid bow of resistance as he guides his cock to her entrance. Soo Young feels her own body tense, her teeth grinding together as she fights the urge to scream.
The boss's grip on Eun-Ji's throat tightens, his thumb pressing against her pulse point. "Open your eyes," he commands, his voice a low growl. "Look at what you're going to get." Eun-Ji's eyes flutter open, the fear in them a stark contrast to the excitement in his. She tries to shake her head, to plead with him, but his hand is like a vice, cutting off her air.
The monstrous cock looms over her, a twisted symbol of power and control. His touch is a violation, a declaration of war against their very essence. Soo Young can see the tears streaming down Eun-Ji's face, each one a silent scream that pierces her soul. Mi-Jin's eyes are locked on the scene, her rage a palpable force in the room.
With a brutal thrust, the boss takes Eun-Ji, her body jolting with the impact. The sound of her muffled cries is a knife to Soo Young's heart, each one a reminder of their own powerlessness. The drugs have robbed them of their strength, leaving them as helpless as dolls in the hands of a sadistic child. She watches as Eun-Ji's body is used, abused, and discarded like trash.
Mi-Jin's eyes widen in horror as the boss's monstrous cock plunges into Eun-Ji. The latter's body jolts with the impact, her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her cries are muffled by his hand, his thumb pressing down on her throat, cutting off her air as he takes her with a brutal, animalistic force. The room seems to spin around Soo Young as she watches, her stomach churning with bile.
Eun-Ji's body goes limp, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and despair. The boss's grin widens as he watches the fight leave her, his strokes growing faster, more erratic. Soo Young's mind is a maelstrom of emotions: anger, fear, disgust, and a burning need for vengeance. Her eyes lock with Mi-Jin's, and she sees the same flaming fury reflected in her friend's gaze. They're in this together, bound by a shared nightmare, and they won't let Eun-Ji's suffering be in vain.
The man's hips slam into Eun-Ji's, each thrust a declaration of his dominance. His muscles tense and release, his breath coming in ragged pants as he takes her with a ferocity that's as much about violence as it is about pleasure. Soo Young can't tear her eyes away, her body trembling in anticipation of what's to come. The room is a cocoon of horror, the walls seeming to close in as the man's grunts grow louder, echoing off the cold, sterile surfaces.
With each penetration, Eun-Ji's body seems to arch off the chair, her eyes rolling back in her head. The drug he's given her is a potent aphrodisiac, turning pain into pleasure, fear into lust. She's no longer a captive, but a willing participant in this sick game. Her moans are no longer of protest, but of want, her body betraying her in the worst possible way. Soo Young feels a mix of anger and disgust, her own arousal a traitorous response to the scene unfolding before her.
The boss's hips move in a rhythmic dance of dominance, each thrust burying his cock deeper into Eun-Ji's pussy. Her cries of pleasure are a stark contrast to the sobs that had filled the room moments ago, the drugs rewiring her very essence. Her body responds to his touch like it's been programmed to do so, her hips rising to meet his every movement. The sound of their bodies colliding fills the small room, a symphony of depravity that seems to bounce off the walls.
Butler's grin widens as he watches, his eyes glued to the sight of Eun-Ji's body writhing in pleasure under his boss's control.
The boss's movements become erratic, his breathing heavy, and with a final, powerful thrust, he cums deep inside Eun-Ji. Her body convulses around his cock, a silent testament to the power he holds over her. He pulls out with a wet pop, his cum dripping down her thighs, a disgusting reminder of his victory. Eun-Ji's chest heaves with shallow breaths, her eyes glazed over in a drug-induced haze of pleasure and pain.
The boss turns to Mi-Jin, his cock still hard and gleaming with Eun-Ji's fluids. His smile is a twisted mockery of affection as he reaches out to caress her cheek. "Your turn," he says, his voice a dark promise of torment.
Mi-Jin's eyes flash with fury, but she remains silent, her body trembling with restrained rage. The boss releases Eun-Ji, letting her slump back into the chair, and moves towards Mi-Jin. His hand lingers on her and she can feel the anticipation in his touch, the hunger for her fear.
With a flick of his wrist, he deftly unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor like a forgotten promise. Her breasts spill out, nipples hard with a mix of cold and fear. He takes one in his mouth, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin, his hands roaming over her body. The sensation is a sick parody of pleasure, her skin crawling with revulsion as he sucks and bites, leaving bruises like a twisted necklace.
Mi-Jin's eyes never leave his, her gaze a silent challenge. He releases her with a wet pop, a smug smile playing on his lips as he steps back. With a swift movement, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of her panty, tearing it away with a savagery that makes Soo Young's stomach turn. Her pussy is exposed, glistening with fear and the residue of the drug.
The boss moves closer, his cock still erect and gleaming. He runs the tip along Mi-Jin's slit, her body shivering at the contact. His eyes are dark with lust, his breath hot against her skin as he whispers, "You're going to scream for me."
With a swift, powerful movement, he thrusts inside her. Mi-Jin's eyes widen, a silent scream tearing from her throat as he fills her completely. His grip on her hips is like iron, his hips pistoning as he takes her with a brutal efficiency that belies his earlier gentleness. The room echoes with the sickening sounds of their bodies slapping together, her cries of pain mingling with his grunts of pleasure.
Mi-Jin's body tries to fight back, to find some semblance of control, but the drugs have left her a puppet to his twisted whims. She can feel the heat of his cum still inside Eun-Ji, a violation that seems to seep into her very soul. Her own pussy clenches around his cock, a reflex that feels like a betrayal. The pain is unbearable, but she refuses to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break.
With every thrust, she feels herself slipping further into the abyss, the man's weight pressing her into the chair. Her eyes roll back, the room spinning, as she tries to find a place in her mind that's beyond his reach. But even there, the sounds of their fucking follow her, a taunting reminder of her helplessness. The smell of his sweat and the bitter tang of their combined juices fills her nose, making her stomach heave.
The boss's cock feels like a branding iron inside her, searing away her dignity with every stroke. She tries to focus on anything but the pain, the feeling of being split open by his relentless invasion. The cold steel of the chair against her skin is a stark contrast to the fire that seems to engulf her from the inside out. Her eyes drift shut, but even the darkness is filled with the image of his twisted grin.
Her breathing turns ragged, the air in the room thick with the scent of sex and fear. Each time his cock slams into her, she can feel the fabric of the chair digging into her back, the leather sticking to her sweat-drenched skin. His grip on her hips is like a vice, holding her in place as he takes what he wants without a care for her pain. The room seems to tilt, the walls closing in as she fights the urge to scream, to beg for mercy.
And then it's over. He pulls out with a groan, his cum spilling out of her and down her thighs. Mi-Jin's body goes limp, the fight drained from her as she collapses against the chair. The boss's eyes are wild with lust, his chest heaving with exertion. He looks over at Soo Young, his smile a twisted promise of what's to come.