Chapter 41

Grace, discarded like a rag on the bed, could only pull her legs together after they had been spread for hours.

Her torn bra was now useless. She wanted to cover her chest with her blouse and maid's uniform, but she didn't want to touch the clothes. Semen was smeared all over her body, making her skin sticky and the maid's uniform completely soaked.

“...”

She thought she might cry when it was over. It turned out that was a very optimistic expectation. She didn't even have the strength to cry.

Ironically, she felt more relief and happiness than sadness or anger at the moment.

‘Finally, it’s over.’

The sound of water stopped. Soon, the man came out with a towel wrapped around him and started putting on the clothes he had left on the bed.

The crude beast had donned the skin of a chaste and elegant noble.

Winston, tying his tie perfectly in one go, stood beside the bed and looked down at Grace. The scent of soap wafted over. Unlike her, who was still panting, his breathing had calmed.

Looking at his neat appearance, it was hard to believe that this was the man who had been on top of her, panting for hours.

He untied the ropes around her wrists and moved his hand to her thighs.

‘What is he doing now?’

Winston began to unclip the garter belt from the stocking bands one by one. When he pulled off her bloomers, Grace's eyes widened.

Was he taking trophies? But such a perverse act seemed mundane compared to Winston's unexpected cruelty.

“I should thank you for a good meal.”

He was saying he would send the underwear, stained with Grace's blood and his semen, to Jimmy.

“I know how to be polite.”

His spotlessly clean hands neatly folded the dirty cloth and placed it inside his jacket. Grace, pale with fear, clung to Winston.

“Please, don’t. I’ll do anything.”

He pushed her sticky hands away, stood up, and asked in a cold voice.

“Do you still want to marry that guy? Would your great Commander want a woman who willingly spread her legs for the enemy?”

Why does this man bring up marriage when I haven’t even mentioned it?

“It doesn’t matter. Please, I’ve done everything you wanted. What do you want to gain by crushing me like this? Let’s make a deal again. Okay? There must be something else you can get from me.”

Leon clenched his teeth. After her words about it not mattering, the rest of what she said didn’t register.

“Miss Ridley, even if that scum marries you generously, don’t wear a white wedding dress.”

“...”

“You’re not pure anymore.”

He reached out to the glaring Grace. His soft thumb gently caressed her cheek, where tears and semen had dried roughly. Ugly words flowed from his lips, which held an elegant smile.

“I’ll go and dye it bright red for you. Got it?”

Grace was confused. What exactly does this man want?

He acted as if he only wanted her body, but even after she gave it to him, he wasn’t satisfied. He seemed to want to defile her as much as possible, but after she submitted, he often acted as if he was the one who had been humiliated.

He knew this was personal revenge, not a public arrest. But she couldn’t shake the intuition that there was more to his deeply personal feelings than just revenge.

‘Does he really like me?’

It was an absurd thought. He still hasn’t figured out her other identity.

“The only white that suits you is this.”

Winston lifted one of Grace’s breasts as if to show it. Her nipple, stained with his bite marks and still wet with his semen, had turned red.

“It suits you very well.”

He smiled and turned away.

“Please, Winston! Captain, please!”

She knew begging was useless. But her mind went blank, and she followed him to the door, clinging to him. She even called him "Captain" in a humiliating way.

But he easily shrugged her off. Her legs, still trembling from being spread for so long, gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.

Winston, about to open the door, turned and looked down at her. His eyes seemed to say that he, too, had been humiliated.

“Blanchard’s whore. I had high expectations from the rumors...”

He clicked his tongue.

“You’re not that impressive.”

Winston left with a cold sneer.

As he disappeared, the soap scent, which didn’t fit the torture room, vanished instantly.

The smell of sweat, semen, and blood.

Grace lay on the cold floor, her body reeking of torture, and repeated the same words.

I will torture you someday. I will make you suffer cruelly.

Then beg me.

All you will get is regret.

***

Why did he bring me here?

Fred couldn’t take his trembling gaze off the soldiers lined up in front of him.

Could they be here to execute him?

There was no place to hide in the open field. The tram station and a small village were visible behind him, but they were too far to run to. Besides, the torture he endured last night left his body in no condition to walk.

Soon, a black sedan slid to a stop behind the soldiers. The passenger door opened, and Campbell got out and opened the back door.

Winston stepped out of the back seat. Fred held his breath as the elegant but deadly black panther approached.

Winston’s polished black shoes squelched on the dew-soaked grass and stopped two steps in front of him.

Winston, hands behind his back, stared at Fred. His light-colored eyes were tinged with the red of dawn. At that moment, Fred thought the red eyes were the true form of the demon.

The demon said nothing. The longer the silence, the worse Fred’s imagination ran.

Did he bring me here to make me reveal the base’s location? He’ll threaten to kill me if I don’t. Maybe he brought me here to hunt me like an animal.

He didn’t reveal the base’s location. He couldn’t bear the thought of his sisters suffering the same fate as Grace yesterday.

‘But what if he decides to kill me here?’

He was trembling with fear, teeth chattering, when Leon spoke.

“I’m going to let you go.”

Leon’s lips curved into a crooked smile, but his eyes didn’t smile.

The trembling mouse visibly relaxed at the news of being spared. He was ready to kneel and lick the boots.

He didn’t even ask about Grace. The coward who sold her out to save his own life.

Incompetent, dependent, and selfish. The type of person Leon despised the most.

He wanted to change his mind.

“But there’s a condition.”

But the rat had his uses.

“If you promise to do the task I give you well.”

“Yes, yes. I’ll do anything...”

Leon handed the coward a small package. The light brown wrapping paper had Leon Winston as the sender and James ‘Little Jimmy’ Blanchard Jr. as the recipient.

“Deliver this to your Commander.”

He would realize that underestimating him was a fatal mistake.

The rat, with all his fingernails pulled out and bleeding, trembled as he took the package. With his swollen, barely open eyes, he cautiously watched Leon, then slowly shuffled backward.

He was afraid that Leon might shoot him in the back. Leon smiled and pointed to the distant tram station.

“Go now.”

The rat, relieved, turned his back on him. Leon watched the despicable rat limp across the field and pulled out his gun.

Bang.

“Ah!”

“Haha.”

It was hilarious. The bullet hit a flower a step behind the rat, but he fell to the ground, trembling all over as if he had been hit.

Soon, the rat began to crawl away like an animal. Leon, amused, fired a few more shots over the rat’s head and put the gun back.

“Campbell.”

“Yes.”

“Follow him. Don’t lose him. Dispose of him when he’s no longer useful.”

“Yes, I’ll dispose of him without fail.”