The Sociopath's Haven

※ This work contains graphic violence and explicit language. Reader discretion advised.

※ All settings and backgrounds are fictional. Any resemblance to actual locations, persons, or organizations is coincidental.

Three months since zombies appeared worldwide. Powerful mutant variants emerged, infrastructure collapsed rapidly, and in this lawless wasteland survivors turned extreme—their own survival the only law. Boyeon had been safe in her bunker after the disaster. Then Dokyung found her. And threatened her.

'Something like this still alive and intact....'

Those strangely unsettling eyes took her in, slow and thorough. Appraising. Like evaluating merchandise. Calculating utility and use—whether to kill or exploit.

"Please don't kill me...."

"If you weren't female.... I'd have no use for you."

Boyeon became Dokyung's cold and secretive 'woman,' living under his protection.

"I like you. Including that obedient personality."

A hand large enough to shatter a human skull cupped Boyeon's round head. The way he stroked her hair—like petting a dog—radiated chilling dominance.

"What can you do."

"......"

"What can I do."

"......"

"Don't think about running. If I catch you, even going easy on you—you wouldn't last a day."

"......"

Just reciting facts. Voice dry as dust.

He described, in explicit terms, both his sexual use of her and the nature of her situation, his voice mockingly tender as he caressed her cheek. Brainwashing hammered straight into her skull.

"Wouldn't it be easier to act cute and get treated sweetly when I'm feeling generous."

Tap. Tap. Think it over, his fingers said against her temple.

"Boyeon. Answer me. Like a good girl."

Boyeon had to answer. Obedient as a small pretty canary receiving its master's touch.