Chapter 62

The chair toppled over with a creaking sound, and the brute grabbed her falling buttocks.

"Don't be afraid. I've got a good grip on you, you dirty pervert."

He spread Grace's thighs and thrust his hard, erect shaft into her tight, unmoistened vagina in one swift motion. The pain of the thick object tearing and grinding against her narrow passage made her feel as if she would tear apart, but she had no time to feel the pain.

This cruel monster lifted Grace to a height where her neck would be strangled by the rope if he didn't thrust into her.

If she didn't want to die, she had to beg him to thrust harder, rougher, and faster into her vagina.

"Please, ugh, harder, thrust…."

"Imagine asking your enemy to thrust harder. Your fiancé should hear this."

Only after she begged again did Winston grab her buttocks and pull her up. The shaft, which was halfway out, plunged back into her abdomen in one swift motion. The rough, painful thrusts of flesh against flesh brought a sense of relief, but the wicked laughter in her ear only made it worse.

"Did you know? Nowadays, they can record sounds and overlay them in movies. Next time, I'll bring a recorder and a camera. Your fiancé, who spends lonely nights alone, will be very pleased with my gift. Isn't that right?"

When he mentioned Jimmy again, Grace bit her chapped lips from the rough breathing.

"Oh, it would be good to show it to everyone and use it for training. A manual for Blanchard's prostitutes."

"Ahh, ah…."

"So, when are you going to tell me the location of your base? Huh? Baby? Are you listening to me?"

Leon stared intently at the woman who moaned and writhed with each thrust. She no longer tried to cover her breasts, which jiggled lewdly.

A dirty prostitute who gets excited while being violated by the enemy.

He pinched and twisted her erect nipples hard. At that moment, the woman screamed and squeezed her inner muscles mercilessly.

"Aah!"

"Ha, sorry. I must have asked too much. You're not in your right mind, biting and sucking on the penis of a pig you find so disgusting."

The rhythm of his thrusts, which had been teasingly slow, quickened. As Grace gradually regained her consciousness, Leon lost control without realizing it.

He lifted her higher, suckled and bit her nipples like an animal, and even tried to kiss her by grabbing the back of her neck. But what met his lips was not her soft lips but a sharp, mocking laugh.

"You're so turned on by the daughter of the woman who killed your father that you thrust into her every day. You're more in your right mind than I am."

Grace knew very well. She was just an ant in front of a young boy, an ant that gets its legs torn off, burned with a magnifying glass, and crushed by a rock.

But she was a biting ant.

When Winston's left eyebrow twitched, Grace bit him again.

"Colonel Winston in hell must be very proud of his excellent son."

He chuckled as if trying to appear nonchalant and looked up.

"Thank you, Father."

The implication of his gaze at the black ceiling was clear. His father was in heaven, not hell.

"Thanks to you, I've acquired a high-quality slave."

A large palm slapped her sweat-soaked buttocks, causing her to jump and twist in pain.

"Hey, slave. Squeeze tighter."

"Hmm, your thing is too small to squeeze."

He chuckled and looked down at their joined bodies. A bit of red blood clung to the base of his penis, which had torn the barely intact mucous membrane. The way her lower lips, which were spread wide like her upper lips, clenched and unclenched as if she were about to die was endearing.

"Huh!"

He suddenly released his grip. As her body fell, the woman clung awkwardly to his neck. The inner muscles that clung to his shaft were just as awkward.

"Ha…."

Winston let out a satisfied moan and increased the intensity of his thrusts. Meanwhile, his neatly combed platinum hair remained perfectly in place. If you only saw his softly closed eyes and faint smile, he looked like someone enjoying a refined hobby.

But below the waist, he was as vulgar as a brothel.

He was always the type to torture spies just enough before quickly losing interest. Whether he killed them, sent them to a concentration camp, or used them as double agents or bait, he usually disposed of them after a few days in this torture chamber. But he hadn't let her go yet.

"Can't you live without my hole now?"

Leon thrust his penis into her repeatedly while sneering, as if mocking her pitiful state.

"Don't worry. I'll throw you away when I get bored. Where do you want to go? Concentration camp? Brothel? Wherever you go, you'll have to try to get old men's flaccid penises hard to get a piece of bread."

"What's the difference with yours?"

He sneered again and bit her earlobe hard. She clenched her jaw to keep from moaning in pain, but he forced it open with one hand. As he leaned in to kiss her, Grace whispered into his snake-like mouth.

"Do you like me?"

At that moment, everything stopped as if it were a lie. The relentless thrusts, the lips that were about to kiss her.

The only thing moving was her slightly trembling eyes.

"Damn bitch."

He disguised his rough breathing as a quiet curse and let go. As her body fell and his shaft slipped out, Grace couldn't feel relieved. A greater pain was about to come.

"Guh…."

She reached out to Winston, trying to tear the noose from her neck, but he walked away without looking back. He straightened his pants and slowly searched the inside pocket of his uniform jacket.

In his hand was a high-quality leather cigar case. He cut the end of the cigar with a cutter, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a gold lighter, the action as leisurely as an eagle's wingbeat.

He took a few calm puffs of the cigar and then turned to sit on the edge of the table. His piercing blue eyes, which now seemed eerily calm, watched the naked woman writhing on the floor. He exhaled a long stream of white smoke and slowly, coldly, and deliberately spoke.

"You're just a slave. If you die, I'll just get a new one."

"Guh, Win, ston… Sir…."

"I told you to be specific when you beg."

But the woman didn't obey his command.

Or perhaps she couldn't.

Her outstretched hand fell, and her struggling feet hung limply in the air.

Another quiet curse slipped out from between his teeth, which were clenching the cigar. He lifted her with a less composed motion than before.

Slap.

"Ah!"

The moment he slapped her cheek, the woman's eyes snapped open, and she gasped for air. The sound of her sharp inhalation was followed by the sound of the buckle loosening.

"Ha, if you had squeezed like this earlier, it would have been better."

The sound of flesh against flesh echoed through the torture chamber walls again.

Leon held the woman's chin with the hand that held the cigar between his index and middle fingers. Her head, which had been weakly bent backward, came easily to him.

He immediately covered her mouth, which was gasping for breath, with his own. This time, there was no resistance.

Even without a response, his tongue persistently explored her mouth, and it was the first time since he had tested a special tool on her that she didn't bite him. This, in itself, was somewhat satisfying.

The woman began to gasp for air again. He pulled away and looked into her bloodshot, red eyes. His excited breaths escaped involuntarily.

A sea of green tinged with blood.

He had never seen such a beautiful color. She was the first person to so perfectly match his fickle tastes.

A spy who gives pleasure to the enemy while being captured.

What a useless yet capable spy.

It was a shame to call her an enemy, but her eyes, which never lost their intensity, were even more alluring.

"Grace, to be honest…."

He pressed his lips to the ear of the unconscious woman and whispered a secret that no one should ever know.