Chapter 7. Lick It (3)

Translator: Lili

“First, let’s eat something. It’s around the time you might start getting indigestion, so I brought you some porridge.”

‘What did she mean by ‘it’s around the time you might start getting indigestion’?’

From these words, Eunchan sensed a chilling truth.

‘I’m not the first one she’s done this to.’

Even though he’d already guessed this by recalling the unknown person he’d accidentally killed yesterday, having it indirectly confirmed by her own words sent an entirely different chill down his spine. Eunchan felt his whole body stiffen involuntarily.

But regardless of his reaction, Nabi casually sat on the cold concrete floor and opened the packaged porridge she’d brought from outside. And not just any porridge—expensive abalone porridge, bought with genuine care. Nabi sincerely hoped to keep her new ‘food’ healthy until the moment he died. In fact, she’d always tried her hardest to keep her victims in good health, though she’d never once succeeded.

Under the faint, flickering light, Eunchan looked down at the porridge. Truthfully, he actually had developed indigestion. He’d lost his appetite, too.

Instead of eating, he attempted conversation.

“What are you exactly? How many people have you…killed up till now?”

“…”

Nabi momentarily fell silent. To count that number, she’d need to look quite far back…

As she silently began counting on her fingers, all the blood drained rapidly from Eunchan’s handsome face. Panicking, he quickly changed the topic.

“What…what are you planning to do with me?”

Now, this was a topic Nabi enjoyed and could easily answer. She brightened up immediately, clapping her hands together.

“I’m going to feed you well, keep you clean, and take care of you until my food supply runs low. Then I’ll kill you and eat you.”

He immediately regretted asking. Eunchan felt his already waning appetite drop even further.

Still, judging from the fact that she answered his questions openly, despite clearly being a serial killer, she at least seemed willing to talk. She was even trying to be considerate in her own way. Certainly, having someone to talk to was infinitely better than being left alone in darkness. He kept talking, doing his best to maintain the conversation.

“Where exactly is this?”

“A bunker used during the war.”

“A bunker? But how could such a place be connected to a normal house?”

“Because I designed both this bunker and the house. Anyway, eat. It doesn’t taste good when it cools down.”

Nabi opened the porridge lid. As the smell of food hit his nose, Eunchan felt nauseous again. Besides, he’d spent the entire night trapped in darkness, tormented by loneliness and fear. His nerves were frazzled, and he was no longer thinking rationally. Without realizing what he was doing, he suddenly slapped away the bowl of food.

“Oh…”

The porridge spilled out all over the floor. Nabi looked devastated for a second, then immediately began scraping up the spilled porridge from the concrete floor with a spoon, quickly pushing the food straight into Eunchan’s mouth.

“Ugh—!”

Hot porridge, still steaming, scalded Eunchan’s throat.

Although he’d grown weaker from being trapped in the bunker, he was still a strong adult man—but he couldn’t stop her at all. Struggling desperately, Eunchan tried to push Nabi away, but she was immovable like a rock.

His jaw was forcefully pried open, and the spoon mercilessly shoved in, burning the inside of his cheek, tongue, and gums.

“H-hgh… st-stop…ack!”

It felt like the porridge was scorching his throat raw. The plastic spoon scraped and brutalized his tongue and gums relentlessly. Although his body was naturally tough, he’d already weakened considerably from spending more than a day trapped here. His lips had become cracked and sore at some point.

In the midst of all this chaos, the unknown killer softly soothed him as if comforting a frightened animal.

“There we go. Let’s eat some more. Good boy, swallow.”

She even gently touched his throat, checking to make sure he was swallowing the porridge. Eating like this could never be good for digestion. Eunchan was certain he had burns deep inside his throat—no, he didn’t just suspect it; he knew for sure. The roof of his mouth had already blistered badly.

When Nabi forced another spoonful toward him, Eunchan bit down hard on the plastic spoon, crushing it with his teeth.

“Do you really have to go this fa—”

“Open your mouth.”

She didn’t even let him finish speaking, this time scooping the porridge directly with her fingers and forcibly shoving it into his mouth.

Did she really have to feed him this way? Wasn’t she even bothered by how hot the porridge was? Was this some new method of torture?

Eunchan half-accidentally, half-deliberately bit down hard on Nabi’s finger. But strangely, no matter how hard he bit, her finger wouldn’t budge. Her skin didn’t even leave the faintest mark. Even stranger, this mysterious serial killer didn’t seem to notice he’d almost bitten off her finger. Instead, she just looked deep in thought, as though pondering the best way to feed him more efficiently.