Okay, but
In-ho knew Gi-hun would try to stage a rebellion and warned the guards, stopping it before it even began. Gi-hun was taken to... a “deal.” There, it wasn’t just the Frontman; the VIPs were there too, having arrived earlier that year. They agreed that Gi-hun wouldn’t save everyone, but he could choose five people to leave. He would just have to serve them dinner. Appetizer, main course, and dessert.
Gi-hun knew there was a catch. Something he didn’t know yet. But they didn’t have all day there. The Frontman then proposed a deal: if Gi-hun behaved properly, without tantrums, arguments, or stubbornness, the list could be expanded. Enough to include, at the very least, his team. No one from outside.
Gi-hun just didn’t expect that the appetizer would be served on his body. Naked, with his body hair trimmed, clean, and sanitized, the VIPs enjoyed the new vote (with Gi-hun’s chosen ones kept out) by picking the appetizers off his skin. Playing with his curves, commenting on his appearance, and asking questions about the vote, the players, and the game itself. Gi-hun could do nothing but remain as still as possible and answer every question, as if he weren’t completely exposed like a piece of meat to the wolves. He trembled when the Frontman cut a piece of flesh from his chest and brought it to Gi-hun’s mouth, forcing him to eat.
