109 – EP.5 Confinement-3

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– growl

It showed that the autonomic nervous system is working well even in severe situations.

I couldn’t even eat dinner, soothed my hungry stomach and leaned on the bed.

The chains that bound me were long enough to walk around the room, but I didn’t bother to turn on the lights in the room.

In my heart, I hoped that this darkness that filled the room would hide my existence.

On the other side of the closed door, there is a loud noise as to what is being prepared.

At times like this, it is regrettable that the apartment is well soundproofed. If I came up from the lower house because of the noise between the floors, I would have screamed for help.

Well, I didn’t choose this house, so what can I do if I regret it…

There is the sound of hammering nails, the sound of a drill turning.

I pulled the chain a few times. The chain, still taut, clung to the wall and did not budge.

Looking closely at the connection point between the wall and the chain, there is a padlock hanging.

If you unlock that lock, it seems to be a structure that can be removed from the wall.

Concerns about the reason for making it detachable did not last long.

It must have something to do with that loud noise outside.

Presumably, Mr. Garam wants to be able to connect chains all over the house.

“At least you can move around freely inside the house.”

This is the moment when the strangely large prison is completed.

hahahaha…

only laughter comes out

I move my feet without meaning. While delusional that it might be solved very miraculously.

As always, the reality was harsh, and the pain that tightened my ankle only grew.

lie down

Thanks to the soft mattress, the body lifts slightly and falls again.

“Ah… what should I do?”

Words that spring out reflexively, without thinking.

But what do you really do?

I tap my feet at the rhythmic sound of hammering.

If you combine the hammer sound and drill sound into one set, it’s already 5 sets.

– Wei Ying

6 sets now. The loud noise turns my insides upside down.

and soon breaks What I hear now is the sound of moving and organizing heavy objects.

“Whoa…”

As if after a strenuous workout, you can hear yourself groaning through the door.

Oh, the work is done. Otherwise, there’s no way I could make such a refreshing sound.

Footsteps come closer this way.

– smart

Knock. I suddenly wondered what kind of knock it was, so I got up.

– smart

“Dad, are you sleeping?”

Would you fall asleep in a situation like this?

– smart

“I’ll go in.”

Without answering, the door burst open.

The bright lights in the living room come on, making my eyes slightly frown.

Mr. Garam stood in front of me in the same attire as before.

The only difference is that the sweat is a little better, and the blood stains on the neck are gone.

“Oh, you didn’t wake me up?”

Looking at his open eyes, he covers his mouth with his hand and asks.

I involuntarily nod my head at this bizarre everyday conversation.

“If you’re not sleeping, please answer me.”

She sat on the bed with her butt at my feet.

– growl

The ignorant belly cried once more to let people know it was hungry.

“F*ck. You’re hungry.”

“As you can see, I couldn’t eat. If it’s okay, could you bring me some jajangmyeon? It’s a pity I ordered…”

“No. Eating something like that at this hour is bad for you.”

Is forced incarceration good for your health?

The horse that climbed up my throat hit my front teeth and tried to jump out, but I raised my tongue and ran my teeth to stop it.

“Then something else.”

“Looking at the things hidden in the cupboard, all of them are unhealthy, right?”

Mr. Garam puffs out his cheeks and looks at me.

I want to hit your ears.

“Just starve today, wake up early tomorrow morning and have a chicken breast salad. I’ll make it delicious.”

She said with the stern face of a Supreme Court Justice.

No, chicken breast doesn’t taste good, so how can you make it taste good?

It’s confinement, but even the diet is controlled?

None of them are difficult, but doing both at the same time is driving the world crazy.

Wait a minute, controlling your diet means…

“I’m asking just in case, what are you planning to do tomorrow?”

“Um… but I can’t empty the center. I have to go out in the morning. Oh, before that, I’ll do a bare-body workout here with my dad.”

Confinement, diet and exercise.

With the triple high school unfolding before my eyes, I thought of suicide for the first time.

“So let’s go to bed early tonight.”

Mr. Garam pushed me.

I wondered what the resistance would be, so I lay down and she spread a thick blanket over me.

“I’ll wash up and come back.”

Leaving an incomprehensible word, she left the room.

No, what are you talking about washing?

Soon after, Mr. Garam returned to a more comfortable outfit than before.

Wearing white running shoes and black shorts, she walked slowly along the line where I lay down, then turned around the bed and came to the other side of me.

And without warning, he came into the futon and lay down next to me.

“It’s okay.”

Came into the futon and curled up, Mr. Garam clung to me next to me. Body heat passed through the forearm.

It was a warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time, but far from being warm, it was damp and unpleasant.

“hehehe, I didn’t expect to sleep next to you like this.”

“Me too.”

She turned and hugged me like a dead woman.

Her right hand came up to my chest.

Like a living snake, the right hand that landed without permission was sticky and brushed my chest.

“Dad… you don’t have to put up with it.”

In the complete darkness, she whispered in my ear.

Without replying, I turned around and turned my back on her.

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Despite my firm refusal, she scribbled on my back with her fingers.

“Tell me anytime you want to. I’ll wait.”

Mr. Garam spoke as he clung to my back, and I fell asleep while remaining silent.

It was autumn.