“You said it wasn’t my fault. This is different. I’m not a … murderer.”
Hyukjoon seemed to come out of his trance. “Are you talking dirty, baby? Talk louder. I can’t hear what you’re saying.”
Surprised by his words, Dahye’s hand stopped moving.
“Keep going,” Hyukjoon said, eyes still shut. “Come on. Suck it.” He sounded exasperated.
Her sister leaned in. “Are you listening to him? He will never stop. Ever.”
In that moment, Dahye understood. Eunhye was right. Hyukjoon had spent his entire adult life preying on women. He would never change.
He opened his eyes then and, seeing the knife, recoiled. “What the fuck?”
Dahye did not hesitate again. As the blade met his flesh, Hyukjoon opened his mouth and screamed. Blood spattered the mattress and the floor.
Now Hyukjoon was the one on his knees. His trembling hands held onto his member, which hung limp and ragged, attached only by the smallest thread of skin. He let out a muffled howl of pain. Next to him, Eunhye giggled.
“Why?” Hyukjoon babbled. “Why would you—? What the fuck, you crazy bitch!” He let out a moan. “Help me.Please. Call an ambulance. Fuck! I’ll pay you. How much do you want?” Tears and snot dribbled down his chin as his voice trailed off.
All bitches have a price.
Suddenly, his eyes widened. “Wh—what is thatthing?”
Dahye followed his eyes to where Eunhye was standing. Her sister opened her mouth and began to sing.
“All pigs go to the slaughterhouse to die.”
“No! Get away from me. Stay away!” He began to crawl from her like a crab. “Please let me go. Please. I won’t say anything.”
Without warning, Dahye grabbed his limp member and tugged hard. Hyukjoon cried out as the thread of skin holding his withered little cock to his body snapped like a rubber band. Blood spurted in the air, a few drops wetting Dahye’s lips. She didn’t mind. His hands flailed in a paroxysm of pain.
Eunhye howled with laughter, her eyes glowing brightly. Water continued to tumble from her body, hitting the floor and mixing with Hyukjoon’s blood. He continued to twitch and shake, with intermittent groans and gasps. His skin had gone a terrible shade of gray.
Dahye’s eyes passed over the room and rested on the little pencil case Hara had given her at the support group meeting. Dahye picked up the case and gave it a shake as Hyukjoon continued to shudder and cry. She opened the lid and saw the ice pick. Hara had said they used it to remove the tiny molka cameras they found. She remembered the way its sharp edge had felt scraping down her wrist.
Suddenly, she was overcome with tiredness. Her head felt like it would burst. All she wanted was some quiet, but there was no telling how long it would take Hyukjoon to die. Using the last of her strength, Dahye took the ice pick and rammed it into his throat.
+
The smell of blood was thick in the air. Dahye sat next to Hyukjoon’s body, her head resting on her knees. She had stayed awake all night watching and rewatching the video she had taken on Hyukjoon’s phone. Amazingly, it had captured nearly every moment of Hyukjoon’s terror. She closed out and went to his camera roll.
Goosebumps prickled across her skin. Disgust roiled through her as she scrolled. He had hundreds of videos of women, in bars and clubs, in restrooms, on the street, at the mall.
He also had dozens of unread messages on KakaoTalk. Most of them were from Seoyeon. Dahye opened them.
Seoyeon:I’m sorry for losing my temper …
Seoyeon:where r u?
Seoyeon:I called you ten times. call me back
Seoyeon:did you fall asleep?
Seoyeon:I love you … sleep well
Seoyeon:don’t forget that we have the tasting tomorrow. pick you up at 8. remind your mom!
Poor Seoyeon. Dahye scrolled through Hyukjoon’s most recent chats. She wondered if the messages with Hyukjoon’s friends—the ones that had been leaked—were still on his phone. She scrolled to the bottom of the list and found Jia’s name instead.