Precautions of a Snakepit - Chapter 13
“How is life in this ward?”
Won completely ignored the question, but Dr. Madison didn’t seem to mind and continued the examination.
“Do your symptoms seem to be improving?”
“What symptoms? I’m not a patient.”
“In case you’ve forgotten, you came to us with nymphomania that was so severe that it made it impossible to function.”
Won was amazed at how gaslighting seemed as easy as to breathe for the man. Anyone who was even slightly mentally unstable would be caught in his words. “If the doctor is saying that, then there must be something wrong with me. He says I’m a nymphomaniac, but I don’t remember anything. Maybe I am having issues?” or something along those lines.
“That’s just the excuse you made up to get me hospitalized.”
“I know you want to deny it, but you shouldn’t be ashamed of nymphomania. This is a hospital, after all.”
Dr. Madison gave Won a benevolent smile as if saying he understood. It was such a firm smile that even a needle wouldn’t be able to poke a hole in it.
“Oh, but I would appreciate it if you could restrain yourself. If one bitch goes in heat around here then all the males go wild.”
Won didn’t know anyone who wouldn’t get angry at hearing that. In fact it would be more unnatural for her to remain silent.
“Excuse me, sir. You’ve been acting like a king in this palm-sized ward for so long that you can’t see a thing, but if you keep insulting me like that, you’re going to get stabbed one day.”
“Hahah.”
The eyes behind his glasses narrowed. When they narrowed, they truly looked just like a snake’s eyes because of the sly, sinister gleam.
“Why aren’t you more like a coward? It’s not like you have anything to believe in.”
The pen dropped from his hand to the ground with a clatter, and he clasped his hands together and rested his chin on top. He then stared at Won as if studying her.
His gaze was that of a man who could dismantle someone from head to toe and reassemble them at will, solely for the sake of interest. The eyes of someone who could dismantle a living being like an object, with no particular ill will, purely because it caught his attention, and who felt no guilt doing so.
Over the course of her career, Won had seen several people with eyes like that. Each one of them deserved to be imprisoned to save the rest of the world. They are only humans in the disguise of beasts. They aren’t terrifying monsters that are beyond humanity, but beasts who failed to become human. They pass themselves off as a higher species, but at their core they are defective, lacking the qualities of humans. Pseudo-humans who are inferior to humans. A subspecies function with a defect in socialization.
“Should I be afraid?” Won asked, turning to face Dr. Madison.
‘On the subject of defective species.’
“Do you want me to be intimidated by you?”
He looked momentarily speechless.
“That would be crazy,” the doctor blurted out, as if someone had hit his pause button. He stared at Won as if a screw had come loose, then continued his mumbling. “It shouldn’t be this much fun. What a waste…”
There was a strange, unknown heat in the cold-blooded animal’s eyes, which were normal all day.
Won felt a headache coming on. Perhaps the man wanted to dissect her further.
‘There’s no point in trying to entertain that type.’
It’s best to stay out of the way until her job is done, but it looks like she unfortunately stepped on a landmine.
“I think I just got a little curios, dear Lee Won.”
Won made a face at his confirmation. Dr. Madison winked back.
“That’s what made me want to taste it.”
By the time she understood the implications, Dr. Madison had already grabbed her hand and licked it.
“What… Ugh…”
A shiver ran down her spine at the slow teasing of his tongue, as if he were actually tasting her. He was even looking down over his glasses, clearly enjoying himself.
Won was confused as to what the hell this was all about. The tongue sliding over her flesh was red, and the touch was unnervingly dry and ticklish.
It slipped between her fingers, probed at the seams, and slid down her palm. Tiny electric currents sparked through her body, tingling down her spine. Her mind was foggy and hazy. No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t understand.
“Stop, stop.”
As he reached down and pressed his lips to her wrist, Won pulled her hand away. To her surprise, he let go without a struggle.
Won had learned something new about herself. When someone does something she doesn’t expect, she doesn’t react quickly unless she is threatened. If she had felt threatened, she would have instinctively reacted, but instead she was mesmerized.
“Hmmm, I’m not sure if it’s because I just tasted a little bit, but you’re delicious.”
Dr. Madison’s tongue licked his lips as he calmly left an assessment. Won felt like a food item in the sample section of a grocery store. No, even that would feel better than this.
Of course, she didn’t want to be called delicious. That’s just plain unpleasant.
“I’m going to go wash my dirty hands.”
Won rose from her seat, not bothering to hide her displeasure. Dr. Madison smiled and gently waved his hand.
“I’m done with the consultation.”
Won stormed out of the room and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.
They say the world is a big place and filled with crazy people, but licking her hands for a taste? It was so weird that it didn’t seem real.
‘Cannibal? Hannibal Lecter?’
Coincidentally, Hannibal Lecter was the psychiatrist the novel was based on.
<The protagonist of the series, which includes Silence of the Lambs and Red Dragon, is a gourmet in his own right. He cooks and eats human flesh for every psychopathic murder.>
Anyway, in a country with a small land mass and CCTV paradise, it was practically impossible for a cannibalistic killer to practice medicine without being caught.
‘It’s just a crazy person doing crazy things.’
He didn’t lick her hand and analyzed it while saying it would be “delicious with bechamel sauce or ragout, and served with broad beans and amarone wine.” Besides, the lick felt more like a slurp than anything else…
Won decided to stop thinking about it. It was unnecessary information that was unhelpful to her mission.
The sensation didn’t go away until she went to bed. It was like a ghost, or a snake. It felt like a snake was coiling around her hand.
An unusually red and long tongue slithered over her skin. The sly teasing of the tongue was unpleasant. It was unpleasant for sure, but it was also arousing. If the tongue were to lick anywhere other than her hand…
Unable to fight off the onslaught of drowsiness, Won’s consciousness sank completely below the surface, and it wasn’t long before the door to her room opened.
The door to her room was a sliding door that couldn’t be locked from inside. Anyone with a mind to do so could break in that way, but the presence of the CCTVs usually act as a deterrent to previous such devious motives, but that’s only when good guys do their jobs.
The man held the syringe and immediately stuck the needle into Won’s arm. Won flinched, then went still.
“We’ve got her this far in, so she shouldn’t wake up anytime soon.”
The nurse placed the syringe on a side table and looked down at Won with lust in his eyes. He tried to resist, but he couldn’t control his urges, so he turned off the CCTV and entered her room.
He knew he would have to pay for it, but the urge to do it was all he could think about.
“When else am I going to get to f*ck a bitch like you, huh? You wouldn’t let me if you were in your right mind, anyway.”
The man grabbed his pants. The bottom felt heavy just by imagining what he wanted to do.
“I’ll make you feel good, not just me. You’ve got piercings, so your n*pples must be f*cking developed. I want to know which assh*le gave them to you.”
He rolled up her shirt to reveal Won’s ample br*asts. The slightly swaying br*asts looked like they were about to spill over, but they held their shape.
The man dryly swallowed as he watched her n*pples stand erect, unprotected by the garment and exposed to the cold air.
“You’re not wearing a bra just like a wh*re. You want me to touch you, don’t you?”
Aroused to the brim, the man let out a ragged breath and reached for her br*asts, but his hand didn’t reach its target.
“Hmph!”
The man struggled as he felt his body rise and chest tighten. Something was wrapped around his neck. It was like a bandage, but not quite… something thicker, tougher, slicker… like a snake…
“You’re not supposed to touch the patient without permission.”
The man tried to turn his head in the direction of the familiar voice. Dr. Madison stood in the dark hospital room.
“Si-.. Seo….”
The man tried to say “sir,” but something in his throat wouldn’t let him.
A nearly 200-pound adult man struggled with all his might, but it didn’t work. His body was lifted into the air, not even his feet touching the ground.
He was afraid to look at the mysterious figure behind his back, choking him.
“You said you knew what would happen if you didn’t follow the rules. You said I didn’t have to worry about you.”
it only gets more interesting from hereeee
Translator
