Chapter 57

“Didn’t you miss me?”

His cold gaze alone was enough to answer.

“I only thought about myself.”

He must have only thought about how to torment her. To speak so tenderly to his lover, as if it were a caress, was truly insane.

Suddenly, Grace was drawn to his attire, which was different from usual.

Winston was dressed in a gray suit, complete with a vest. His brown shoes, which seemed to follow the latest trend rather than formal dress code, blatantly swept over Grace’s calves. The tie that had covered her eyes earlier was navy blue.

The man, who had always come here in a uniform of muted colors, except for his repulsive medals, was now quite dressed up.

“Did you have a date or something?”

“Yeah, I did. But I couldn’t get you out of my head, so I stood up the woman and came to you.”

It felt like he was asking, ‘Isn’t that an honor?’

“The duchess must be pitiful. Her fiancé, who locks women in the basement and violates them daily, is a pervert.”

Grace began to provoke his lust again.

Please, just finish the newspaper and leave after you’re tired.

“Pervert?”

He laughed lightly.

“Well, I guess so. Maybe I’m a workaholic, too.”

Thud. Winston pushed back his chair and stood up.

“I guess I’m a workaholic now.”

Contrary to Grace’s desperate wish, he prepared the newspaper. As he rummaged through the drawer, he took a long object from a paper box and returned. Grace held her breath when she realized it was a red candle.

‘What are you going to do with that?’

While imagining all sorts of terrifying scenarios, Winston sat opposite her with a smirk.

‘Madman…’

One of her terrifying imaginations turned out to be correct. The bastard inserted the candle into Grace’s vagina. The smooth wax rod parted and slid into her tight flesh.

“Don’t feel it already.”

When she twisted her body, Winston pressed her lower abdomen.

“Don’t worry. It’s as thin as yours, so you won’t feel anything.”

He chuckled but didn’t fall for the provocation.

After inserting about a third of the candle, which was as long as Grace’s forearm, he let go. It wasn’t deep enough to reach the end of her vagina, but it was too deep to push out easily.

“Every time I see you, I want to shove my gun into your tight spot and ravage you.”

Grace recalled the chilling words Winston had said with ecstasy on the day he was caught. The thought that he might try to shove a gun in there someday made her shudder.

‘A candle is better than a gun.’

But her prediction that he would stir it around was wrong. Winston didn’t forget the purpose of the candle. He took out a lighter and lit the wick.

She felt the blood drain from her face. The flame was now hanging outside the chair, but it wouldn’t be long before it burned her vagina.

“Do you have any ideas? If I burn this, where do you plan to put it next?”

“Uh… Your noisy mouth that doesn’t know its place?”

Mad bastard.

She tried to push the candle out with all her might, but the vaginal walls weren’t as flexible as her hands.

After watching Grace struggle for a moment, Winston stood up and walked to the phonograph. He opened the paper box with a leisurely movement.

“How does it feel to have your body ravaged by the torture instruments you meticulously maintained with your own hands?”

Grace didn’t answer. The red wax began to drip onto the edge of the chair, not the floor.

“The comrades who passed through here must have found you detestable. The nippers that are now pulling out your fingernails were once cleaned and polished by our princess, Grace Riddle.”

Infiltrating and working for the enemy was inevitable. There was no need to feel guilty. In the end, it was thanks to Grace’s infiltration that they managed to escape.

“You’re special, so I don’t want to use the same instruments on you as I did on others. That’s why I got a special one.”

He took something out of the box. It was a small machine that looked similar to the latest hairdryer used by Mrs. Winston.

The name on the box confused Grace.

Electric massager.

She had seen an advertisement in the newspaper about this machine restoring lost vitality. But what could this man be planning to do with a massager used by women for skin care and treatment?

‘He must want me to wither and die, not find any vitality.’

Leon laughed at the woman, who was completely at a loss. Despite her cunning, she looked a bit cute when she was so ignorant about sex.

‘Cute? I must be out of my mind.’

He plugged the cord into the outlet behind the woman. When he flipped the switch on the body, a loud motor sound started, and the round, protruding head at the tip began to spin like a drill.

“One of my classmates at the military academy was a porn collector. A few months ago, he invited us to his bachelor party and auctioned off his collection.”

He approached Grace with the noisy massager in hand, like a gun.

“It was discovered by his fiancée.”

He chuckled and finally revealed the purpose of the item.

“One of the things he showed us was this, which is used to massage a woman’s intimate area.”

Grace’s eyes widened.

“Oh, don’t misunderstand. I didn’t buy it. Looking back, it was a good decision. I don’t need porn.”

“Let me guess what you’re going to say next?”

Leon nodded at the woman, who glared at him as if in accusation.

“To you, huh!”

“Yeah. Because you’re here.”

The head, spinning as fast as the wheels of a speeding car, touched her clitoris. At that moment, Grace’s body stiffened like a corpse in rigor mortis.

If this continues, I might really become a corpse.

She hadn’t taken a single breath since the moment the object touched her. There was no way she could ask him to stop when she couldn’t even breathe.

“Guh, ah, ahn….”

The power of the small machine was beyond her imagination.

If the torment she had endured from his hands was a 1, this was a 100. And to Grace, even Winston’s fingers were terrifying instruments.

‘Guh, this is unbelievable.’

An overwhelming climax quickly built up to the tip of her chin. It felt like facing a house-sized tsunami. Her vision blurred, and the man’s face, which was watching her with eyes that seemed ready to thrust his penis into her, faded.

“Hmm, definitely fast.”

The machine finally fell away as she teetered on the brink of a shattering climax.

“Haa….”

While she was already exhausted and catching her breath, Winston explained today’s rules.

“I’ll use this if you answer my questions honestly.”

He held the still rapidly spinning massager in front of Grace’s eyes.

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to answer. But it will hurt a lot if I burn that spot.”

“…Are you serious? Why would I, haa, answer and willingly subject myself to torture?”

“You still don’t understand.”

The reason Grace was supposed to beg to be violated by this monstrous massager was this:

When she climaxed, her inner muscles tightened so much that not even a drop of water could pass through. She squeezed so hard that it felt like she could break Winston’s penis, and even pushed it out. If he didn’t use his strength, Grace could pull out the long object with her own strength alone.

In other words, he was telling her to beg to be violated so she could pull out the burning candle herself.

It wasn’t a far-fetched idea. The candle had moved out more than before.

‘Haa… Please, someone, save me.’

Her vision went dark. Being captured by a vicious and intelligent enemy meant that a new hell awaited her every day.

“Did you know that women also ejaculate like men when they get excited? Why don’t you try to put out the fire that way? I don’t know if it’s possible while tied up, though.”

At that moment, a good idea came to her. But no matter how desperate her situation, how could she do such a thing in front of this man? It was truly a last resort.

The cruel devil watched Grace silently until the protruding candle was reduced to the size of a finger, then finally spoke.

“Now we can start.”

Grace remained silent, still refusing to reveal the location of the base. She was betting on the fact that Winston wouldn’t completely ruin the only woman he could satisfy his desires with.

Red wax stains began to form on the metal chair, eventually drawing a red path toward Grace’s vagina. The candle was now shorter than a finger.

The questioning stopped. The two of them glared at each other in silence. The air between them was tense, as if they were forcing each other to give up first.

“Fine, do as you please.”

Winston suddenly stood up from his seat.

Bang.