Clap - 40
His emaciated, omega-transformed body couldn’t tear it out. Especially without tools to use as levers or anything strong enough to bend the iron.
Jaemin looked around the bedroom again, searching not for a weapon but a cup. The tingling in his lower abdomen intensified, making him press his thighs together.
Jaemin crawled slowly toward the door. Just before his hand reached the doorknob, the shackle pulled tight, restraining his movement. Stretching his leg as far as possible, he reached out, his fingertips barely brushing the doorknob. It was frustratingly close.
Just a little more, just a little more, he strained until cramps gripped his thighs and elbows, forcing him to curl up. Despite this, the growing urge to urinate made his vision blur. Jaemin peered through the crack in the door. A faint light seeped through. Whether it was from a light Ihyun or Ichan left on or sunlight, he couldn’t tell.
“Is anyone there…?”
Jaemin called out in a dying voice. Ihyun or Ichan. No, anyone who could open the door. Please.
“Is no one there?”
Jaemin called out louder. His parched vocal cords grated. Even when he mustered the strength to yell, only an unpleasant sound came out.
“Teacher…”
Teacher, teacher… Jaemin muttered, searching for his captors. But outside the door, it was still silent. He looked down at his exposed genitals through his thin shirt. It was slightly more erect than usual, not from arousal but from the need to urinate.
“Ihyun, Teacher Ihyun.”
He knelt, enduring the pain in his legs, biting his lower lip. Sweat trickled down his spine.
Ah, I’m going crazy. I’m really going crazy. That was all he could think. It felt similar to the first time he was given an enema by Ichan and Ihyun.
Jaemin’s hips twitched awkwardly. Time passed slowly yet quickly. Every minute, every second was excruciating. Eventually, unable to hold it any longer, Jaemin pressed the tip of his penis like a stapler. It provided a bit of relief. But it was temporary, a dam ready to break at any moment.
Jaemin gazed longingly at the tiny crack in the door.
“Ichan, Teacher Ichan? Are you there?”
“…”
“Teacher…”
Jaemin called Ihyun and Ichan until his already weak voice gave out. After a while, he considered just relieving himself in a corner. After all, Ihyun or Ichan would have to clean it up. They might get annoyed, but that wasn’t his concern. That thought crossed his mind.
Jaemin bitterly smiled. He could vividly imagine Ihyun and Ichan’s faces as they cleaned his urine. They’d scrub with furrowed brows and scrunched noses. Imagining it made him laugh. How ridiculous to feel triumphant over something so trivial. He was so childish.
“Ihyun, Ichan… Teacher…”
Jaemin called them out of habit, then chose a corner. Not around the bed, as far as the shackle allowed. Even his own urine smelled unpleasant.
Where should I go? He wiggled his toes in thought when he heard footsteps.
Jaemin’s face brightened immediately. Like a dog waiting for its owner, he raised his head and stared at the door. He heard the lock turn, and the door opened. Cool air flowed into the stuffy bedroom.
“What?”
Cold eyes, gold-rimmed glasses on the nose. It was Ichan. His face showed annoyance, clearly irritated by Jaemin’s desperate calls.
“I, I need to go to the bathroom.”
Jaemin spoke carefully, fearing he might irritate Ichan. Ichan’s eyebrows twitched. Jaemin gulped nervously. Please. Please.
Ichan stared down at Jaemin’s changing, flushed face.
Fortunately, Ichan was lenient. Maybe he hated the idea of Jaemin urinating on the floor. He easily unlocked the shackle and roughly pulled Jaemin by the elbow. Jaemin hurriedly followed him on shaky legs, holding his penis to prevent any leaks.
They quickly reached the bathroom. Jaemin’s face lit up. He was so happy not to have hit rock bottom yet.