Pools of Blood

Chapter 27

Woori was dragged all the way to the observation room. She was not to face the torture meted out to Lenus. For her, they had reserved something worse.

She was stripped naked by Angela and another Lady constable to find her mark. They found the half-fainted mark on her lower back at a corner just above her hip. Faint letters of a name that began with 'W' and ended with an 'I' was enough for them. She was dressed in a patient dress of thin, flimsy clothing and pushed and kicked all the way to the red room of torture, which was quite unlikely the one Christian Gray had in his New York apartment. There was a wooden plank lying on one side and a pole attached to it. A thin metal straw elongated from the pole horizontally. There was a small clutch attached to it. Nothing else was there in the room except a portable coal burner. Woori was kicked and slammed inside the room and her hands were tied to the pole. She was made to sit on the wooden plank.

"What are you going to do with me?", she cried. "Please leave me. Please! I am sorry for everything".

-"So you accept that you are Woori?"

She nodded. Tears were streaking down her face.

"Please! Leave me."

I kept my mouth shut. There was no point in talking to her. Her voice literally burned my ears. So repulsive!

She went on begging me. Crying, gnashing her teeth, and shouting all at the same time.

I went to the coal burner where a lot of flaming red coals were burning. With a pair of tongs, I picked up some small pieces and attached them to the clutch hanging straight above Woori’s bare thighs.

"The more you move, the more the clutch would move, the more the pieces of coal will drop on your legs and thighs. Good luck! And remember, the plank is made up of wood. I think you know what burning coal does to a block of wood, right?"

"No! No! No! Please No! Don’t go. Please. Please! ", she shrieked in fear.

I closed the door and went out. Her muffled voices still could be heard from outside.

Angela and Bo Chang were waiting in the office with Jasmine. They were watching the whole scene through the CCTV camera. It was Jasmine’s plan. To torture Woori. She wanted her to feel the same pain as she felt when five people pushed and jerked inside her.

"How much longer should we keep her there?", I asked.

"Until all the coal drop off", said Jasmine, her eyes flaming like the coal in vengeance.

"For the crimes she did, this is way too easy and a lenient punishment", said Angela to her. "Had I been you, I would have done much worse."

Bo Chang smiled at the women in front. He always admired strong, powerful, and dynamic women who fought for justice, who stood up against evil.

Woori was shrieking in fear. She tried hard to open the chains. She pushed herself and writhed against the pole. A small piece of coal dropped. Straight on her left bare thigh. She gave a loud piercing wail. The coal rolled off on the plank and burned a hole into the wood. The pain of being burnt at a sensitive place brought fresh tears from her eyes. She cringed from the pain that shot up from her thigh like a fire engulfing her whole body. She gave another yell and slumped down in dizziness. Another slight push on the pole and another coal dropped upon her. This time on her left knee. White-hot pain blinded her and she screamed in pain. It seemed as if the hot burning red coal made a dent into her bone. The more she cried in agony, the more Jasmine felt peace. Each yell, each tear, and each lashing in pain made Jasmine breathe in relief. Her vengeance was complete. This was what she wanted. This was what Woori deserved. She didn't deserve to get married and escape punishment. Karma or God, whatever you believe in, sees that all get what they deserve. 

Woori stopped moving slowly. Silent tears were rolling down her cheeks. I still didn’t feel any sympathy for her. What Jasmine faced, was far worse. Getting burnt by a piece of coal wasn't the same as getting r***d by six men. The pain and the damage would be permanent. After what seemed like to be a few hours, Jasmine looked at her watch. "Shall we go? ", asked Bo Chang.

"It's time to meet her", said Jasmine at last.

-"Are you sure you are up to it?", Angela asked.

She nodded. I took Jasmine to the room where Woori was held up.

She opened the door slowly.

Woori was unconscious. I brought a pail of water and doused her in it. She gasped and choked awake. Each drop of cold water pierced her like sharp arrows. She flinched and her teeth rattled in cold.  As soon as she saw Jasmine, she cringed in fear.

"Remember me?", Jasmine mocked. "How do you feel the pain?" 

Woori was trembling with cold and pain.

"I hope now you get it what it feels like to be chained and tortured", Jasmine leaned towards her and whispered gritting her teeth.

Woori was breathing heavily. She couldn’t speak a word. Her teeth were clenched in cold.

"We did the same that you did to me. We lured you by a lottery façade. We abducted you openly and now you are here fighting to leave."

-"Please don’t kill me. P-p-please! ", Woori shivered.

"Why not? You killed my husband. You killed my baby. I too begged. I too cried. You didn’t listen."

Streams of tears were trickling down her chin.

"If you confess. You will live. You don’t confess. I will see that each of the coal pieces drop down upon you".

She frantically shook her head. "Please. I will confess everything. I will do whatever you say. Please ".

"Fine", I said. " Your time starts now! "