Chapter 69

"Keep going."

When there was no sign of compliance, he placed his cigar in the ashtray and pushed his chair back. The copper-colored flesh pillar, embedded in the moist flesh hole, was pulled out with a slurping sound.

Lowering his gaze to the desk, he saw a woman, her eyes and mouth as wet as her lips, glaring at him.

"I thought you were dead, but you're still alive."

The woman, who had been unable to breathe properly while sucking his penis during the report, opened her bright red lips and panted. He pulled her head between his legs with one hand and grabbed the base of the throbbing, aching object with the other.

He tapped her tightly closed lips with the flesh mass, now wet with her saliva and his own, and asked,

"Will it break just by biting it lightly?"

During the report to Campbell, the woman bit down on the flesh pillar in the middle. It seemed she had intended to embarrass him in front of others, as she did not let go until he reacted.

"If it gets out, you'll be the one to be ashamed, not me."

The hand that had been holding her hair moved to her neck and ears, then pressed her cheeks. As her mouth opened weakly, the thick flesh mass pushed its way back in.

"If you don't want to be a spectacle for the soldiers who come in and out of here, do it properly."

The sound of papers being shuffled on the desk began. As he reluctantly rolled the swollen flesh mass with his tongue, Winston muttered,

"You were good at sucking and licking guns, weren't you?"

She had never imagined that her attempt to avoid death would lead to this result.

"Blanchard's whore, you're as vulgar as they come."

After the commotion in the front yard, he dragged Grace into his office and made her kneel under the desk.

"Kneeling in front of me and doing what you did in front of others. You have no shame."

She had never put a gun in her mouth in front of him before. How could that be considered vulgar?

Winston touched Grace's lips with his cold, ungloved hand, which felt like ice.

"You always do things like this. You tried to seduce me with your body during the interrogation to avoid it, and you bit my thing like a gun to avoid death."

She was speechless, not because of the baseless accusations, but for another reason.

Using his arousal as an excuse. Even if he was an animal who always got hard in front of Grace, it was impossible that he didn't kill her just because of his lust.

Whether he didn't kill her or couldn't.

"It's time to pay the price."

In the end, she had to bury her face between Winston's legs until he finished, and then finished again. She was not allowed to spit.

Thinking that it was better than dying, Grace burst into laughter and tears. Her attachment to life had turned into an obsession after the earlier commotion.

For the rest of the morning, she was crouched and trapped under Winston's desk like a dog. When she didn't move for a long time, the hard tip of a shoe tapped her somewhere on her body.

"Are you dead?"

When it was time for breakfast or lunch, Winston would push a piece of bread or a strip of bacon under the desk and shake it.

"Eat."

When she said she needed to use the bathroom, he took her to his private bathroom in the office and made her urinate in front of him.

It was a complete dog treatment.

Even when they moved to the torture chamber, the dog treatment continued.

Winston stood Grace in the middle of the torture chamber, which was emptier than yesterday, and tore her skirt and bloomers to shreds, throwing them on the floor.

"You are a dog now. Dogs wear collars, not clothes."

He picked up a black leather dog collar from the table and put it around Grace's neck.

"It suits you very well."

"Ugh…"

Clank. The metal chain attached to the collar was pulled taut, dragging Grace up to Winston's chin.

"Your name from now on is Bella."

He looked down at Grace with a twisted pleasure in his eyes.

"I had a dog when I was a child. It was a stubborn female."

"Ugh…"

"Like you."

The hand that had been petting her hair like a dog's suddenly grabbed her hair.

"I wanted to name that dog Bella, but I lost a coin toss, so Jerome got to choose the name. Do you know what he picked?"

"…"

"Countess Trissy."

Winston chuckled.

"Such a grand name for a dog. Jerome Winston was a smart kid from the start."

"…"

"Think about it. A dog with a higher status than its owner. Without a title herself, the dog was a countess. How annoying it must have been for Elizabeth Winston. In the end, her mother changed the dog's name to Dolly."

"So what's your point?"

Grace, who had experienced betrayal, failure, and humiliation in less than a day, had no mood to laugh at his childhood memories.

Winston muttered that she was as impatient as that female dog and concluded his long story.

"The point is, now that I have my own dog, I can finally give her the name Bella."

The hand that had been pulling her hair started petting her head like a dog's. Grace sneered and shot back,

"Captain Winston, do you do this with dogs? It's disgusting."

Knowing that she would remember and repay what she had suffered. How cute.

Leon smiled, as if looking down at a barking puppy.

Her breaking out and escaping, her cursing him to death. It was infuriating to see her fearlessly trying to stand on top of his head, but it was also cute.

'Yes, this is how you tame them.'

He sat on the edge of the table, holding the leash. The woman resisted being dragged like a dog, making the chain taut. He commanded the woman, who was now completely unafraid even in her mud-covered, injured nakedness,

"Bella, sit."

The woman did not comply. When teaching a dog a command, you must show what the command means.

Leon suddenly grabbed the leash. Her body staggered and she fell between his legs, unable to regain her balance.

"Good. This is how a dog sits."

When he petted her head, she avoided his touch.

"I underestimated how well you know the layout of this place."

He turned her chin to meet his eyes.

"The soldiers said no one entered or left this area after I left the room last night. They might be lying, but I hope not."

"…"

"They will be severely reprimanded. They will be docked pay, and their families will suffer."

"…"

"All because of you. How do you feel?"

Seeing him try to provoke her guilt, Grace realized,

'He doesn't even know I escaped through the laundry chute.'

He must have checked. He probably didn't find any footprints or other evidence. Besides, the chute would have looked too small to the soldiers.

Fools.

Winston probably didn't know that she was mocking him inside. He traced the line of her tightly closed jaw with his thumb and got to the point.

"If you tell me how you escaped from here now, I'll spare you and the two of them from punishment."

"Did you know? Dogs can't talk."

Grace kept her mouth shut, even when he said she and the others would be punished.

"That's right. Our Bella is very smart."

Winston clenched his teeth and twisted his lips. As she tried to avoid his petting, he yanked the leash roughly.

"Then bark like a dog."

"I can bite like a dog."

Pulled to his nose, Grace bared her teeth like a mad dog. But the man who looked at her with a grin, showing his white teeth, seemed to find her even more attractive in that state.

"Ah…"

He tightened the already short leash and pulled her by the back of her head. As soon as her lips were roughly kissed, the wet flesh mass pushed its way in.

"Ha, ah…"

Even as she bit her lips and chewed her tongue, he did not back off. Instead, he seemed to be challenging her to do more, persistently mashing her lips and pushing his tongue between her teeth.

This kiss was more painful for Grace. The bitter taste that reminded her of the gun in her mouth spread in her mouth instantly.

You're the vampire, not me!

The more she struggled to break free, the tighter the arm that held her became. The kiss softened and the flames that had risen high slowly subsided, and his lips finally parted from hers when Grace, disgusted by the taste of Winston's blood, stopped biting.