Double Junk - 82

The dawn softly tapped Ajin’s swollen eyelids. Ajin managed to lift them, which moved reluctantly due to the swelling. His eyeballs stung. It felt as if someone were poking his eyeballs and eye sockets with finely crafted needles.

Ajin absentmindedly wiped his eyes with his hand, only to realize that his arm wouldn’t move. Simultaneously, the events of the previous night rushed back. The entire night, adorned with Seokju and pain.

Ajin lay in the middle of the room, hands tied behind his back. Apart from the jacket binding his hands, he was uncovered, without a blanket or clothes.

Ajin rolled his warm eyeballs to find Seokju. Following the drifting smoke from Seokju’s cigarette through the dim light, he quickly spotted him.

Seokju was sitting deep on the sofa, smoking. There were no bottles or glasses in front of him, almost exposing the floor. He was leaning back over the sofa’s backrest, making it impossible to see his expression.

Behind Seokju, one of the window blinds was half-open. The winter morning breeze whooshed in, making a sound. The skin-chilling coldness made Ajin shudder.

It was cold. Incredibly, unbearably cold.

The floor felt like ice, and the frigid air was sharp like an animal’s claws.

“Ugh…”

Ajin groaned, curling his body to avoid the cold. It was a small movement to escape the chill, but it brought tremendous pain. It felt like his body was being torn apart piece by piece. The pain, especially in his waist and buttocks, was excruciating. It was the agony of muscles tearing and bones contorting.

Ajin moaned involuntarily, and as he did, a sharp pain erupted around his mouth. In response, he quickly closed his mouth, feeling the pain as if his swollen cheeks were tearing apart.

“Cough…”

Ajin coughed softly. It triggered a persistent pain as if his lungs were being pounded. He wasn’t sure if his throat had been screaming all day long or if it was the aftermath of being beaten black and blue by Seokju yesterday.

Well, considering he slept in the mountains to avoid pigs and Jin-geol the day before yesterday, and yesterday he endured Seokju’s actions in the cold room all day, not getting sick might be a blessing.

After coughing once, it didn’t stop. He swallowed the coughs silently. Squinting his eyes and exhaling through his nose, he heard footsteps. Ajin opened his eyes slightly.

“…”

Seokju was standing nearby. The ember on the end of his cigarette blinked repeatedly.

Tears welled up in Ajin’s eyes due to coughing, and he looked at him with teary eyes. Seokju, without a word, kicked Ajin’s lifeless leg aside. The fluids pooled underneath, making a squelching sound.

Ajin’s already pale complexion became even paler. Perhaps, maybe, maybe!

“No, please, Boss…”

Ajin’s bloodied lips trembled. Even though he wanted to escape again, his body simply wouldn’t move. He couldn’t even move his head. All he could do was make a pitiful sound.

Regardless, Seokju, looking down between Ajin’s legs, took a drag of his cigarette and repeatedly exhaled smoke.

Ajin lifted his sore leg. The action was incredibly painful, but Seokju easily spread the leg again. Beneath Ajin, Seokju’s organ swayed back and forth, touching the hole that had been soaked with semen from the prolonged intercourse throughout the day. Despite being filled to the brim with semen, Seokju’s insistence on raising his organ and causing more distress to Ajin seemed demonic.

“Boss…”

Tears filled Ajin’s eyes. Holding the cigarette, Seokju placed his erect organ against the oozing hole, and then he shook the glans back and forth, smearing the dry organ with semen. After that, he forcefully inserted it. The open hole perfectly accommodated Seokju’s organ.

“Ah…”

“Phew…”

Seokju found satisfaction in Ajin’s loosened rear entrance, perfectly matching his desire. Shifting the cigarette to one side of his mouth, he used both hands to grip Ajin’s thighs and pulled him closer. The penetration deepened.

Seokju, keeping Ajin’s buttocks pressed against his pelvis, began to thrust his hips upward. Ajin’s bound elbows thudded against the floor.

Ajin stared at Seokju with unfocused eyes. Then, his gaze lifted upwards. The dim ceiling, deprived of light, came into view. It seemed to be moving slightly.

Watching it quietly, Ajin slowly closed his eyes.

Purple knees.

Each time Ajin opened his eyes, he witnessed a different scene. Most were scenes of trembling beneath Seokju, or Seokju sitting on the sofa smoking, looking at the empty space, or talking on the phone.

“How’s Myungjin? Yeah. …And the others? Are they okay? Uh, ask Deokjae how things went with the task I assigned. Yeah. About Miss Flower…”

Although he vaguely heard the name Miss Flower, he lost consciousness shortly afterward and didn’t hear the rest. Perhaps all of it was just a dream.

He fainted several times and, when he woke up, the room felt spacious. It was unclear whether it was morning or afternoon.

Ajin slowly moved his eyelids. It seemed like he saw the sunrise and sunset twice. Roughly two days had passed. The memories were fragmented, making it uncertain. Perhaps more time had passed.

“…”

The empty room of Seokju. Ajin was still sprawled on the floor. The clothes, tossed aside as if someone had hastily removed them, were crumpled. His hands were still tied. His shoulders, pulled back, hurt, and his wrists were sore, and his fingers were as cold as ice.

Ajin moved his fingers slowly, causing a tingling pain throughout his body. Still, he clenched his lips, twisted his wrists behind his back, and managed to untie the jacket.

Fortunately, the knot Seokju tied was loose rather than Ajin’s strength. The cloth seemed torn rather than loosened by Seokju, roughened by his grip, pulled, and the fabric was torn apart.

“Ugh…”

Ajin embraced his bruised wrists with purple hues. His hands felt numb due to the circulation. His shoulders, which had been pulled backward and forth, were also sore.

Ajin endured the pain for a while. Then, he slowly rose. He wanted to leave this room. He wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Whenever he entered Seokju’s room, he would always linger to leave late. Seokju would either smile, pat his head, nibble his buttocks and whisper suggestive words, or simply hug him and roll around, saying, “Stay here.”

But not now.

The overwhelming smell of Seokju’s cigarettes and the foul scent of semen in the room were unbearable. Above all, he was afraid that Seokju would come back. He feared that Seokju might spread his legs, torment him again.

But it didn’t mean he wanted to run away.

Ajin had nowhere to go. In this situation, there was nowhere for him to escape. If he fled, Seokju would misunderstand, and all the lies he had been telling would become the truth.

He just wanted to leave this room. He wanted to go out and pretend that nothing had happened, wanting to do his work. There was indeed a lot to do. He had been absent for two days, so there must be a lot piled up. He needed to sweep and help in the kitchen, and there were dishes to be done. That was what he ‘originally’ did.

However, his body wouldn’t move properly. Squeezed and abused by Seokju and not having had a sip of water for two days, it was natural. His body shivered even when still, as it was abnormally cold.

Ajin stared at the low table next to the sofa. It was always where a bottle of alcohol, Seokju’s ashtray, and a water bottle were placed. Today was the same. However, the water bottle was completely empty.

“I’m thirsty…”

It would be nice to have a warm sip of water. Ajin murmured with dry lips.

Once he realized his thirst, his throat was too dry. He couldn’t even swallow. It felt like sand was flowing back from his throat when he coughed.

Ajin’s gaze, wandering around, finally landed on the bathroom. Without hesitation, Ajin moved his body. It was to deal with the sticky traces of Seokju flowing between his legs, to wash his body, and to quench his thirst.

It took Ajin a very long time to reach the bathroom at the corner of the room. Half the time, he crawled painstakingly, and the other half, he stumbled and staggered to get here. His knees were trembling so much that walking was almost impossible.

Struggling to reach the bathroom, Ajin first moistened his throat. The act of swallowing hurt too much, but what could he do? If he screamed, he might become mute, and crying out for mercy was useless now as he had no more tears to shed.

“…”

Expressionless, Ajin washed his body. Without the strength to raise his arms, he used a ladle to splash water on his face and wiped between his legs. Though bone-chilling, there was no other option as there was no separate bathroom.

After a while, exhausted, he sat on the bathroom floor, water dripping around.

“Sigh…”

Ajin blankly stared at the bathroom window. Then, coughing and wiping away the sweat on his forehead with his forearm, he realized it had been a while since he washed his face. Drops of water clung to the tip of his chin.

Ajin chuckled. He couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he looked.

For a while, he slumped, not wanting to move a single finger. He just wanted to stay like this and fall back asleep. He hoped that when he woke up again, this horrible situation would be over.

Lying there, doing nothing, he harbored a futile hope that maybe someone would reveal the truth, even though he had become a sinner without doing anything. Maybe someone would inform others of the truth, even though he was doing nothing.