The Cage of Mercy

One day, I was kidnapped.

I couldn't remember how many days had passed, how it happened, why, or who had kidnapped me. The only thing that vaguely came to mind before I was taken was, "I might have been stalked." I couldn't even be sure of that—whether it was because of the aftereffects of the kidnapping or not, my memories were unnaturally blurry.

The ceiling was old. There wasn't a single window in the room, so I couldn't see any light, and no matter how much I shouted, asking if anyone was there, no one answered. I guessed that either the room was soundproof or I was in some remote place.

I looked down at the heavy black shackles wrapped around my feet.

"They're heavy."

Realizing I was completely imprisoned, I thought I might die.

The faceless man who had kidnapped me had, in my mind, transformed into a cruel murderer. The cruel murderer became a terrifying organ trafficker, and the organ trafficker became a grotesque cannibal who devoured people. That image changed dozens of times before the locked door finally creaked open, and a black silhouette entered.

The moment he stepped in, the world twisted into black and white. It warped. Sparks crackled around his face, distorting the space.

As soon as he entered the room, he placed a flashlight beside him and smiled brightly.

"I'm a little late. Had some things to take care of."

"......."

"It must have been hard in the dark. There's no light bulb in this room yet."

I squinted, as if looking at a TV screen filled with static, trying to make out his face.

Was it too dark to see? No, it wasn't just that.

His face was blurred, as if that part had been cut out and filled with static. It looked like a censored image. Sometimes, the static sparked so intensely it hurt my eyes.

I finally snapped, swatting away his hand as he reached for me, and demanded:

"Who are you?"

"Elias."

"Send me home."

"Is this revenge?"

"What are you talking about? Why did you bring me here? How do you know my name?"

"Elias Reyes."

"How do you know my name?"

"This is boring."

"......."

"How about trying something else? Like threatening to kill me."

"What...?"

He took a big step toward me, and I flinched backward. He hesitated, then slowly looked down at the distance I had retreated. Then he laughed.

Even though his face was blurry, even though static crackled around it, I could somehow tell what expression he was making.

I was so confused by this unprecedented situation that I rubbed my eyes. But no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't see his face clearly.

I didn't recognize him, but he seemed to know me.

"Fine. I'll play along. Now you don't have to be so anxious."

"What are you talking about?"

"......."

"Do you know me? Why am I here?"

"Actually, I don't mind. It's kind of refreshing to think of it as a new beginning."

"Speak clearly."

"Alright. Let's set some rules between us first."

He was avoiding the question. He didn't seem to have any intention of telling me why he had locked me up here. Frustrated, I shouted without fear:

"Who the hell are you?!"

"That's loud. Don't yell."

I clenched my jaw shut. Then I looked around.

First, I glanced down at the heavy shackle wrapped around my foot. It looked like it weighed about 10 kilograms, pressing down on my left leg. I could barely lift it. Because of the shackle, I couldn't walk around the room for long, and the chain was so short that I couldn't move far from the bed.

But even though I had been starved for days, I was a physically fit man. I played basketball regularly and worked out consistently, so my body was muscular. I was confident that I wouldn't lose in a fight against someone my age.

The moment I realized that the darkness in the room meant he couldn't see me clearly either, I lunged at him. Since he was right in front of the bed, I thought I might have a chance.

I threw a punch, but the moment I did, all my strength drained from my left leg, and I collapsed to the floor with a thud.

My leg wouldn't support me.

As I fell clumsily, he approached and placed his foot on my lower back, pressing down.

"I starved you for two days just in case you'd do this. You still tried to attack me even with one leg broken. Maybe I should have starved you longer."

"You... bastard...! Take this off and fight me fair and square. Get off, move!"

As I struggled, the foot pressing down on my back pushed harder. My ribs ached, and a scream escaped my lips.

"You're good at acting. Keep pretending."

"What the hell are you talking about? Get your foot off me before I kill you."

"Let's set some rules. If you behave for five days, I'll install a light bulb in this room. Hmm... And if you behave for a month, I'll take off the shackle."

"Fuck off."

"You're not as obedient as I thought. You won't listen even if I tell you once."

Then there's no choice.

He slapped my cheek hard—the same cheek that was already swollen from earlier. The pain was so intense that my brain felt like it was shaking.

It hurt so much I thought I might pass out.

Only then did I realize my situation.

I had been kidnapped. Imprisoned. Shackled. Starved for two days. My body was weak.

And now, this physically strong man was on top of me. In that moment, I became a powerless being.

He kissed my forehead lightly, then pulled down the rubber band pants I was wearing.

Then he lifted my legs.

The veins in his arms bulged as he lifted my legs, each shackled with 10 kilograms of iron.

Only then did I realize he had taken off his lower clothes. I didn't know when he had done it, but his terrifyingly large cock was rubbing against my buttocks.

I knew where that thing was supposed to go.

If something that big went into that tiny hole, it might tear my insides.

I tried to escape by rolling over.

He grabbed me and flipped me back onto the bed.

Without any preparation, he thrust his cock into me, piercing my insides.

"Ugh...!"

"Tight and warm..."

My breath caught. My whole body went limp.

The pain was so unbearable that I couldn't even resist.

His eyes narrowed as he looked at me, limp like a broken teddy bear. I still couldn't see him clearly, but I could tell he was smiling in satisfaction.

"Now, it's time for your punishment."

The horrific rape that felt like it would tear my insides apart began.