The Hidden Darkness of the Alley

It's pitch black everywhere. The silence is so profound it brushes against the skin.

Why am I here? Sangmin can only vaguely recall last night's events.

His own image flashes in his mind—screaming wildly, swinging his fists.

He lies in an empty solitary room. So I must've gone berserk again..

After all, enduring thirty years is just too hard.

How is anyone supposed to survive thirty years in such a desolate place?

A chilling draft creeps up from the floor.

Sangmin closes his eyes and tries to recall the past.

Once again, Sangmin loiters in the alley.

On the outskirts of Seoul. This place, rarely visited by people, becomes utterly silent past midnight—like a graveyard.

Sangmin loiters here every single day.

While waiting briefly, he lights a cigarette.

`Am I going to come up empty-handed again today?`

Then it happened. Footsteps began echoing from the alley's entrance.

Click. Click. Click.

Clearly the sound of a woman's high heels.

Sangmin quickly moved his body behind a utility pole.

Yes, his instinct was right.

Peering through a hole in the pole, he clearly saw a young woman.

`Today’s going to go smoothly.`

Sangmin silently cheered inside. After several days of coming up empty, his sexual desire had reached its peak.

The woman was passing right beside the utility pole.

At this late hour? She looked like either a hostess from a bar or maybe an office worker.

Sangmin, who had been hiding like a dead mouse, finally began to move, following her steps.

That was when Sangmin pulled a knife from his back pocket while trailing behind the woman.

The young woman was just passing by the entrance to Sangmin’s underground hideout.

In an instant, Sangmin swiftly lunged and grabbed the woman’s neck from behind with one hand.

"Huh..."

Simultaneously, he clamped the other hand over her mouth.

The woman’s eyes widened in shock, and her body twitched briefly from the sudden attack.

Sangmin whispered quietly into her ear.

"Stay still. Resist, and you’ll die. Understand?"

The woman trembled violently, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

Sangmin quickly shoved the woman toward the stairs leading down to his underground room.

``Click``

Now it was as good as over. Though the underground room had no soundproofing, being underground gave it excellent sound insulation.

Sangmin forcefully pushed the woman down onto a mat.

"No!! Help me! Why are you doing this?"

"Shhh~~~! Be quiet. Do you want to die?"

"Ah, mister. Why are you doing this?"

The woman’s face was still shocked, visibly trembling.

"Stay quiet. If you just listen to me, you can leave here without a single injury."

"But if you don’t, you’ll have to prepare yourself for death."

When Sangmin pressed the knife to her neck, the woman’s body trembled even more violently.

Only then did Sangmin clearly see her face. Thin double eyelids, eyes slightly drooping.

But her skin looked elastic and firm. She was clearly in her early twenties.

Lately, he hadn’t seen a young woman at all.

Sangmin silently cheered inside.

`Damn~~~ This one’s a real gem.`

With pre-prepared tape, Sangmin began binding the woman with practiced ease.

Once her arms were tied behind her back, the young woman lost her balance and collapsed onto the mat.

The woman began crying loudly, tears streaming down her face.

"Hic~~~ Hic~~ Why are you doing this... No, please. Mister, save me."

"Do you want to die? Or do you want a scar carved into your face? Huh?"

When Sangmin brought the knife close to her face, the terrified woman immediately stopped crying.

Sangmin then taped her mouth shut.

Now only one thing remained—pleasure.

Before long, Sangmin’s hand was groping the woman’s legs.

It was still early autumn, and young women were still wearing short miniskirts in fashion.

His hand slid past her shins, up to her knees, then surged toward her thighs.

"Mmmph.......Mmm...."

Though the woman struggled in resistance, her movements were weak—already bound to the edge of the bed, her struggles were futile.

Unlike when he first started doing this, Sangmin now had a certain calmness, even savoring the moment.

When his hand reached all the way up, he felt her panties.

Sangmin slowly pulled them down.

It wouldn’t be good to drag this out too long.

As the woman twisted her hips, the red triangle panties emerged from between her legs.

"Wow~~! Damn good. A sexy pair of panties, rarely seen these days."

The woman’s desperate thrashing now reached its peak—her entire body writhed, shaking the bed violently.

As he always did, Sangmin climbed on top of her and began slapping her face.

"Slap... slap.....thud.."

After a few hard slaps, the woman seemed to give up resistance, turning her tear-soaked face to the side.

"Can’t you just stay still? Bitch! If you keep this up, you won’t be leaving here. Understand?"

Sangmin then quickly began unbuttoning the woman’s blouse.

Once the blouse came off, a red bra, clearly matching the panties, came into view.

This time, he slowly traced his hand from her navel up to the bra.

He felt the softness of her skin.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. His penis was already erect, throbbing red with arousal.

Perhaps because he’d come up empty for several days, his lust felt stronger than usual—there was no way he could wait any longer.

Like a furious beast, he roughly yanked off her bra.

Suddenly, her pale, plump, and perfectly shaped breasts bounced out, jiggling.

Like a starving predator, he pressed his mouth against them.

When Sangmin roughly sucked and rubbed her breasts with his mouth, the woman, who had been silent, began struggling again, twisting her body.

But Sangmin ignored her, continuing to suck her breasts.

"Huh... Mmm... Mmm....."

Moaning continuously, Sangmin mauled her breasts with his mouth as if crushing them.

She twisted her body pitifully, but it was futile—she was powerless.

Now Sangmin began reaching for another target.

His hand slid down from her navel.

He pushed under the upper edge of her remaining skirt, his hand slipping downward.

Coarse, coarse. Must be pubic hair.

Finally, with a slippery sensation, the woman’s secret entrance opened.

When his hand touched her, she forcefully jerked her body, but Sangmin wasn’t fazed.

As he kept rubbing with his fingers, the slick, sticky feeling continued.

With his mouth still sucking her nipple, Sangmin extended his ring finger, groping for her vaginal opening before sliding it in.

Once inside her secret passage, he began stirring his finger around.

"Urk..Mmm.....uh....uh............."

Her muffled moans filtered through the tape over her mouth.

Sangmin could no longer hold back—his patience had reached its limit.

Sangmin hastily unzipped and pulled down his pants.

Then he ripped off the woman’s remaining skirt.

Now, seemingly overwhelmed with shame, soft sobbing began escaping from her taped mouth.

Under the light, her exposed vulva was covered in dark hair, with labia minora and majora proportionally arranged.

"Damn~~~ This is art."

From a drawer, Sangmin suddenly pulled out a camera.

Then, like a fine art photographer, he began taking pictures—close-ups and distant shots of her vulva.

The undeveloped film he’d already shot, filling up the drawer, was proof of dozens of such acts.

Then gripping his fully erect, swollen shaft, Sangmin forcefully thrust it into the woman’s exhausted vagina.

"Urk~~!!!!"

A choked scream burst out, but Sangmin had already begun moving rhythmically.

As he moved his hips with rhythm, a lewd pleasure overwhelmed him.

`How long has it been since I’ve felt this sensation?`

Lately, the lack of women passing through this alley late at night had driven Sangmin to hysterical despair—and now, in an instant, all of that was being reversed.

changing everything.

"Ah~~~~! ..Ah......Hah....."

With a short groan, Sangmin ejaculated violently.

Her genital area was completely soaked in liquid.

Then it happened. A voice called from outside.

"Inmate 188, come out! Assembly!"

It was the guard. Only then did Sangmin realize his true situation—tears streamed from his eyes.

How could anyone survive thirty years in such a cell?

It was all because of that woman..

He still worried about the look of venom in her eyes as she left, but among the many women, none had directly reported him yet.

And the 40-odd nude photos found as evidence.

There was no room for denial.

The thought that there were other women he’d assaulted whose photos he hadn’t taken—if that ever came to light, Sangmin might never escape this prison.

The fact that it hadn’t been discovered yet brought him a small sense of relief.

Yet tears continued to stream down his face, beyond his control.

`My life ends here. I traded my prime years for that.`

Only then did he feel regret for everything he’d done.

After the meal, he returned once more to the dark, gloomy place.

Now there’s nothing left for me.

Just adapting to this black world.

Once again, Sangmin began recalling the past.