PV Ch.9 Part 3

“Meat…!” 

Bomin’s eyes flew open, the delicious aroma jolting him awake. He blinked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his stomach growling in anticipation. 

He’d been expecting another bowl of bland soup and a stale bread roll. Instead, he was met with a plate piled high with a glistening steak, easily bigger than his own face. 

“Maybe these guys aren’t so bad after all.” 

He clung to the dangerous notion that anyone who offered him delicious food couldn’t be all bad. He scrambled off the bed, still using the sheet as a makeshift dress, and sank to his knees before the plate. He briefly considered washing up, but his stomach wouldn’t allow it. The growling was getting louder, more insistent. 

“Wait a minute… Where’s the fork? Are they seriously treating me like a dog?”

Once again, there were no utensils. He examined the plate, but there was nothing, not even a spoon. 

Bomin picked up the plate, bringing it closer to his face. He tried to take a bite, but the steak was thick and unwieldy. He sighed, wiping his greasy fingers on the bedsheet before picking up the meat with his hands. 

“Delicious…” 

The steak was perfectly cooked, seasoned just right, the sauce rich and flavorful. The sight of the juicy pink center was enough to send his taste buds into overdrive. 

“Oops, I dripped.”

The downside of juicy steak, he discovered, was the dripping. A crimson stain bloomed on his makeshift dress, spreading across the white fabric. He stared at it for a moment, then shrugged. The steak was too good to waste time worrying about a stained sheet. 

“Maybe an iced tea to go with this?”

He raised his head, mimicking the motion of drinking, his face contorting into an expression of pure satisfaction. He let out a satisfied sigh, as if he’d just swallowed a refreshing gulp of his imaginary beverage. 

“Not even water…”

Now that he was aware of it, his thirst was unbearable. He finished the steak, savoring each bite, the juices preventing it from becoming too dry or heavy. 

“Well, well. You seem awfully relaxed for someone in your position.” 

The man from yesterday entered the room, holding a glass of iced tea and a bottle of water.

“Oh, thank you! I was so thirsty.”

Bomin beamed, reaching out a hand. The man sighed, pulling out a handkerchief and gently wiping Bomin’s greasy fingers.

“Here you go.”

Bomin took the glass, downing the iced tea in one long gulp. He savored the feeling of the cool liquid soothing his parched throat. 

“That’s better.” 

He sighed contentedly, his face brightening like a flower blooming in the sun. The man’s gaze lingered on him, captivated by Bomin’s radiant smile despite his… disheveled state. 

“So, why no clothes? And whose idea was this stupid collar? And where the hell are the forks? Are you trying to make me feel like a dog, or is this some weird kink of yours?” 

Bomin patted his stomach, firing off questions like a machine gun.

“It’s… above my pay grade.” 

“You said you were an S-rank. Don’t you have any pull around here? Or are you all bark and no bite?” 

Bomin’s words, seemingly innocuous, struck a nerve. The man’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. 

“Ugh…”

He yanked on the chain attached to Bomin’s collar, pulling him off his feet. Despite the soft lining, the force of the pull sent a jolt of pain through his jaw. 

“Am I that easy to manipulate?” 

Bomin’s flippant tone had clearly been a mistake. The man’s demeanor shifted, becoming colder, more dangerous. He pulled Bomin closer, ripping the sheet away with a single, fluid movement. 

“Follow me.”

He snapped the chain free from the wall with ease, then tugged on it, leading Bomin out of the room like a dog on a leash. 

Bomin shivered. The man’s mood swings were unnerving, unpredictable. 

He found himself being led down a long, sterile hallway, his bare feet slapping against the cold tile floor.

“Cough… cough…”

The chill seeped into his bones, and he couldn’t suppress a shiver. A coughing fit wracked his body. He’d thought he was handling this whole kidnapping thing pretty well, but his body was clearly rebelling. 

The man glanced at him briefly, his amber eyes unreadable, then continued walking.

Their footsteps echoed in the hallway. As he’d suspected, it was lined with identical metal doors, evenly spaced, each one leading to another cell just like his. 

He felt like an animal on display at a zoo. 

They walked for what felt like hours, turning corner after corner, the monotonous repetition of the hallways disorienting. He tried to memorize the layout, but it was no use. The place seemed designed to confuse, to disorient. 

As they walked, they started encountering other people. Most of them were dressed like the man, their bodies concealed beneath black fabric. A few wore white coats, looking like doctors or researchers.

“Isn’t that the Guide they took from the Association?”

“Why is he naked?”

Their gazes lingered on him, their eyes hungry, lascivious. He heard someone smack their lips as they took in the sight of his body, marked with the evidence of his recent… activities. 

Bomin’s jaw clenched. The feeling of their eyes on him, their blatant lust, sent a wave of heat pooling in his groin. He hated how easily he got turned on, even in a situation like this.

He averted his gaze, focusing on the cold floor beneath his feet. He tried to push down the unwanted arousal, dredging up the darkest, coldest memories he could find. 

The murmuring voices, the burning gazes, faded into the background, distant and muted. 

He was only vaguely aware of his surroundings when the man leading him stopped abruptly. He bumped into the man’s back, losing his balance and stumbling backwards. The man caught him by the arm, his grip surprisingly gentle. Bomin blinked, his vision clearing as he forced himself to focus. 

“I think it’s time you saw what happens to those who don’t cooperate.”

They were standing before a set of heavy steel doors. The space beyond was eerily silent. The doors must have been soundproofed. 

“Maybe then you’ll appreciate how… accommodating we’ve been.”

He pushed open the doors, and a wave of sound washed over them, a cacophony of moans and gasps. 

“Haa… Ah… Stop… Please…” 

“Stop? Why would I stop when you’re so tight?” 

“Ah… No…!”

The room was a sea of naked flesh, bodies writhing in a frenzy of forced pleasure. Some were chained to the walls, their limbs splayed at unnatural angles. Others were bent over tables, their backs arched as faceless figures took them from behind. One man was pinned to a bed, three figures hovering over him, their mouths latched onto his skin as if trying to suck out his very essence. His entrance was stretched wide, impaled by two c*cks at once, his face contorted in a mask of pain and unwilling ecstasy. 

“This is our… guiding room. This is where we bring the Guides we capture. To service our Espers.”

Bomin’s blood ran cold. He understood now. Those chained figures, those broken bodies… they were all Guides, forced to provide guiding against their will. 

He knew how violating guiding could be, how intrusive, especially if the compatibility levels were low. Judging by the way these people treated their captives… He shuddered, his gaze fixed on the man beside him, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and rage. 

“Do you understand now? Do you understand what we’re capable of?”

Bomin stared at the scene before him, a cold knot of dread forming in his stomach. It didn’t matter that they were strangers. They were Guides, just like him, and their vulnerability, their powerlessness… it filled him with a rage he’d never felt before. These bastards, they were preying on the weak, taking advantage of their unique abilities, and they clearly enjoyed it. 

It was the kind of arrogance, the kind of callous disregard for others, that he despised most.

“Fuck you.” 

He knew it was a stupid thing to say, a reckless act of defiance that could easily cost him dearly. He should be begging for mercy, playing along, pretending to be submissive. But he couldn’t. He spat out the words, his voice laced with venom, the anger burning inside him too intense to contain.

He didn’t even see it coming. One moment he was standing there, the next he was slammed against the wall, the back of his head cracking against the hard surface. He tasted blood, his vision blurring as pain lanced through his skull. 

“Ah…”

“That’s what I thought.” 

He felt rough fingers forcing their way inside him, stretching him open.

“Tch.”

He felt the man spit, a glob of warm saliva landing on his ass. He clenched his teeth, fighting the urge to scream. 

The man’s fingers were relentless, exploring, stretching, the friction sending a wave of unwanted pleasure through him. 

“You know… We don’t need to be gentle with you. You’ve already spread your legs for half the Association.” 

The man’s voice, a low whisper against his ear, sent shivers down his spine. He tried to pull away, but the man’s fingers were holding him captive. He could only move a few inches before the pain in his head forced him to stop. 

He heard the sound of a belt buckle unfastening, then the man’s fingers withdrew with a soft pop. He felt his entrance twitching involuntarily, its sensitive lips pouting.

He watched through blurry vision as the man unbuckled his pants, his amber eyes burning with a predatory hunger. He felt the man’s c*ck, slick with precum, brushing against his ass, then a firm hand gripped his hips, pulling him back, arching his back. 

His legs trembled, his hands scrabbling against the wall for support. 

He felt the man’s tip probing his entrance, testing his readiness, and then… 

The doors slammed open, the sound echoing through the room, silencing the moans and screams.

“Choi Jinhwan, stop.”

Bomin’s eyes flew open. He recognized that voice. It couldn’t be… He turned his head slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. 

The man standing in the doorway was dressed exactly like his attacker, his face hidden behind a mask of black fabric. But his eyes… 

Bomin would recognize those eyes anywhere. They weren’t the warm brown he remembered, they were a chilling shade of gray, but the shape, the intensity… 

The man who’d driven him to the brink of obsession. The man who’d awakened his desires, then abandoned him without a second thought.

“J-Jeong… Hotae…” 

The man who was supposed to be in another world, in another life… was standing right in front of him. And he was one of them. A member of Non-K.