Chapter 89 - Chapter 86: Episode 84 - A Mother's Pain
An 'Interrogator' was, as the name implied, a position for extracting information from prisoners through torture.
When the demon known as the First Elder ordered the Interrogator to be summoned, I'd assumed they meant to torture me for information.
But the Interrogator, who should have been focused on breaking me, ignored me entirely and set his sights on Seon-ah.
That was when the dread truly set in.
The Interrogator glanced at each of us once, then vanished.
My face went pale. The thought that they might torture Seon-ah instead of me was sickening.
I prayed they wouldn't lay a finger on him.
I was ready to tell them everything I knew if the Interrogator returned, just to keep Seon-ah safe.
But contrary to my expectations, he didn't return with torture implements.
He brought twelve demons with him.
Judging by their gear, they were the guards stationed here.
The Demon World I'd seen so far was a place of soldiers, knights, and nobles, not unlike Earth's Middle Ages.
I wondered why he'd brought soldiers to an interrogation, but I soon found out.
In the worst way imaginable.
"From now on, 'use' him. As long as you don't break him, you can do whatever you want."
The way the Interrogator said it, he was treating Seon-ah like a piece of property.
That word—'use'—said it all.
I finally understood why Seon-ah had been dragged to this hell.
I understood why human males were abducted to the Demon World.
When those two facts clicked into place, I realized exactly what these bastards were going to do to my son.
I knew exactly how they intended to 'use' him.
I had to stop them from raping Seon-ah.
He was my last remaining family... I couldn't just sit there and watch my child be brutally violated right in front of me.
"Please... I'll tell you everything, just stop... I'll do anything, please..."
I begged, bowing my head pathetically as tears streamed down my face.
The Interrogator just sneered, ignoring my pleas.
"You'll spill everything once the interrogation starts anyway. Why should I stop? You should watch your son get raped—it might be his final moments."
My heart hammered against my ribs like it was going to burst.
The blood drained from my limbs at the realization that I was powerless to stop this.
My frantic heart forced me to face the brutal reality.
No parent in this world could stay calm hearing their child was about to be raped to death.
And I was just an ordinary parent.
"Ah... please... I beg you. Please... just not my son... please..."
I kept begging, slamming my head against the ground, repeating the word "please" until I was hoarse.
I felt warm liquid trickling down my forehead.
The pain didn't matter.
A parent will do anything to protect their child.
Seon-ah said something to me, but I couldn't hear him.
He was trying to reassure me, but his words offered no comfort.
It was just agony.
My prayers went unanswered.
The Interrogator urged the soldiers on, and the first one roughly tore Seon-ah's clothes away.
In the end, I was forced to witness my son being brutally raped before my very eyes.
With every merciless act from those twelve monsters, I felt my heart tearing apart.
Even as Seon-ah's screams turned to a dry, scraping rasp and only tears remained, they kept going, amused by his suffering.
I kept hitting the ground, shouting, "Please stop!"
The rest is a blur.
When I finally came to, my head was throbbing, and I saw Seon-ah lying motionless in the cell, looking like a corpse.
They opened the bars and shoved him inside, as if to force me to inspect the damage.
His condition was worse than I'd imagined.
He was bruised and bloodied, his body swollen and raw from the repeated abuse.
On top of that, there were punch marks on his stomach and handprints bruised into his neck.
"Seon-ah... huh-huh..."
Min-ah burned the faces of those beasts into her memory—demons worse than any animal, who had violated her child in front of her.
She vowed she would make them beg for their lives—no, she would make them beg for death.
Seon-ah was still unconscious after the night of abuse.
I could barely move in the restraint suit, but I pulled him into my arms and wiped the dried tear tracks from his face.
'My poor child... omma will definitely avenge you.'
I resolved to take my revenge, bring him back to Earth, and give him the happiness he deserved.
The next day, the Interrogator brought us surprisingly luxurious food.
He looked at me and said,
"Your son's suffering brought in a pretty tidy profit. This is a token of gratitude."
My blood ran cold.
Food bought with the money earned from selling Seon-ah's body.
He tossed it to us like he was doing us a favor.
My stomach was screaming for food, but I couldn't bring myself to touch it.
No parent could ever eat a meal bought with the price of their own child's violation.
After a long while, Seon-ah finally woke up.
Seeing the dried blood on my head, he used his healing ability to mend my wounds.
"Omma, what happened to your head... it must have hurt a lot..."
Even in his broken state, he was still looking after me. It was a painful reminder of his true, selfless nature.
Min-ah remembered that Seon-ah had always been a child who put others before himself.
Whenever our family struggled, he was the one comforting me and Hyeon-tae. He hadn't changed.
"Seon-ah, omma is fine. Heal yourself first."
I had to hold back my tears.
I refused to show weakness.
All I could think about was sparing him any more suffering on my account.
When Seon-ah healed himself, the Interrogator looked surprised.
He claimed he needed to check the prisoner's condition, opened the bars, and dragged Seon-ah away.
I resisted as much as I could, but trapped in the restraint suit, I was powerless to stop him from taking my child.
"No! Seon-ah!"
I reached out with my cuffed hands, but the Interrogator just slammed the bars shut.
"Omma, I'm okay."
Seon-ah must not have seen the sadistic grin on the Interrogator's face, because he looked genuinely reassured.
Then, he was gone.
Not long after, I heard a scream from somewhere down the hall.
It was clearly them raping him again.
When the Interrogator brought him back, he'd been washed, but he was covered in fresh bruises.
And once again, he was visibly swollen.
It was obvious: the Interrogator had taken a liking to Seon-ah's body after he'd healed it, and had taken him away to satisfy his own sick desires.
"Why..."
"I just had a little taste since he looked fine. I'm returning him now."
Hearing him speak of my son like an object, I sharpened the blade of my revenge in the dark corners of my heart.
It was a blade that would never dull.
After that, the Interrogator spent more time tormenting Seon-ah than actually interrogating me.
From selling his body to soldiers to laying his own hands on him, those days were pure hell.
I witnessed and heard every second of it, and with each passing day, I felt my heart breaking.
But my resolve for revenge and my determination to make Seon-ah happy again never wavered.
Then, one day, the Interrogator finally began a proper interrogation.
I had a sinking feeling that once this was over, I might never see Seon-ah again.
Seon-ah seemed to feel the same anxiety, clinging to me as I answered the questions.
"It's okay, Seon-ah. Omma will definitely save you... I'll give you back the happiness you should have had."
After the session, the Interrogator scribbled something on a piece of paper and left.
He didn't even glance at us, and I had a feeling we wouldn't see him again.
I felt a wave of relief.
I thought that Seon-ah would no longer be violated by those monsters.
I believed the torment was finally over.
At least, until the one called the First Elder—the one who had sent the Interrogator to us—appeared before us once again...