CH 41

Left on the bed like a piece of rag, all Grace could do was close her legs, which had been spread for hours.

The ripped bra was useless. She wanted to cover her breasts with a blouse and a maid outfit, but she didn’t want to touch her clothes. S*men was splattered countless times all over her body, making her skin sticky, and the maid’s clothes were wet all over.

“….”

She thought she might cry when it was over. Turned out that was a very optimistic expectation because she didn’t even have the strength to cry.

Ironically, now she felt more relief and happiness than sadness or anger.

‘It’s finally over…’

The sound of water stopped. Soon, the man came out with a towel on, and he started putting on the clothes he had hung on the bed one by one.

The vulgar beast was clothed in the skin of an ascetic and elegant noble.

With the tie in perfect shape at once, Winston stood by the bed and gazed down at Grace. There was a smell of soap. Unlike her, who was still heaving, he had calm breathing.

Looking at that neat figure, it seemed that he wasn’t the same man who had been panting for hours on top of the woman a while ago. He untied the ropes from her wrists and moved his hand to Grace’s thigh.

‘What is he doing now?’

Winston suddenly began to remove the clips from the garter belt from the stocking band one by one.

As he took off her bloomers, Grace’s eyes widened. Was he picking up the spoils? Still, even this perverted act was too common in the face of Winston’s cruelty that exceeded expectations.

“I have to say thank you for the meal.”

He was going to send Jimmy her underwear stained with Grace’s blood and his s*men.

“Because I know manners.”

The immaculately clean hands folded the dirty cloth flat and tucked it inside his jacket. Grace contemplated and clung to Winston.

“Please, don’t. I will do anything.”

He shook off Grace’s clinging hand, stood up, and asked in a cold voice.

“Do you still want to marry that bastard? Would your great commander-in-chief want a woman willing to spread her legs to the enemy?”

This man, why was he talking about marriage that she hadn’t even mentioned before?

“It doesn’t matter. Please, I did everything you wanted. What do you want to gain by trampling on me like that? Let’s make a deal again, huh? You want something else from me, right?”

Leon clenched his teeth. After saying that it didn’t matter, the rest of the sentence did not enter his ears.

“Miss Riddle, don’t wear a white wedding dress, even if the guy will marry you generously.”

“….”

“Because you are no longer innocent.”

He reached out to stare at Grace. The tip of his soft thumb gently stroked her rough cheeks of dried tears and semen. Ugly words flowed from between his lips, which had a graceful smile.

“Then, I will go and paint it bright red. Okay?”

Grace was confused. What in the world did this man want?

He acted as if he only wanted her body though he was not satisfied with the body. He wanted to humiliate her to his heart’s content, so even if she was willing to do so, he often acted like the person who had been humiliated by her.

She was well aware that for him, this was a private retaliation, not a public arrest. Still, she couldn’t shake his intuition that there was something more than revenge in his extremely private feelings.

‘Did he really like me?’

It was an absurd notion. She didn’t think he had noticed her other identity yet at that time.

“This is the only white that suits you.”

Winston lifted one side of Grace’s chest, wanting to take a good look. His s*men, which had not yet dried, was condensed on the n*pples that had turned red with teeth and lip marks.

“It suits you very well.”

He chuckled and turned his back.

“Please, Winston! Captain, please!”

She knew it was no use to begging, but her head went blank, and she followed him to the door and hung. She even called him Captain in humiliation.

However, he shunned her lightly.

Her legs, which were still shaky from having been spread out for a long time, crumbled helplessly, and Grace collapsed to the floor. Winston, who was about to open the door, turned his head and looked down at her.

It was Grace who was insulted, but this time, his eyes looked like he was the one who had suffered.

“Blanchard’s whore. As the rumors spread, I was looking forward to it…”

He clicked his tongue briefly.

“It’s not even great.”

He left behind only a chilling sneer.

When he disappeared, the smell of soap, which was not suitable for the torture chamber, also disappeared in an instant.

…The smell of sweat, the smell of semen, the smell of blood.

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

Someday, I will torture you, too. I will torture you cruelly. I will make you miserable.

So, try begging.

All you would get was regret.

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Why did they bring him here?

Fred couldn’t take his trembling gaze from the soldiers lined up in front of him. Were they going to execute him?

There was nowhere to hide in the open field. He could see a tram station and a small town behind his back though it was too far to run away. In the first place, due to the torture he had been subjected to all night, it was difficult to even walk because there was no place all over his body that was not sore.

Before long, a black sedan glided and stopped behind the soldiers. The passenger door opened, and Campbell stepped out and opened the back door.

Winston walked out from the back seat.

Fred held his breath, feeling like an elegant but deadly black panther was approaching. The glossy black shoes came to a halt two steps ahead of him, muffling the grass damp from the morning dew.

Winston leaned his hand back and stared at Fred. The light-colored eyes were dyed with the red light of dawn. At that moment, Fred thought. Actually, those red eyes must be the real face of that devil. The devil didn’t say anything.

As the silence grew longer, Fred’s imagination grew worse.

Did he bring Fred here so he could spit out the location of their base? And, threaten to kill him if he doesn’t rat it out. Or perhaps he was brought to the field to hunt humans. Or, maybe if the base’s location is not leaked until the very end. His older sisters might suffer what Grace did yesterday.

‘But what if he says he’s going to kill me here?’

It was a moment full of conflict, and he was trembling with fear.

“I will let you go alive.”

Leon’s lips rose at an angle, although his eyes didn’t smile.

The rat, trembling in fear, was noticeably relieved as soon as Winston offered to spare his life. He immediately got down on his knees and licked his shoes. He didn’t even ask what happened to Grace, even when he cowardly saved his life by selling the woman.

Incompetent, dependent, and selfish. He was the most repugnant kind of human.

He wanted to change his mind.

“But, there are conditions.”

Nonetheless, the rat was useful.

“If you promise to do well in the tasks entrusted to you.”

“Yes, yes. If you leave anything to me…”

Leon held out a small package to the sly coward. The light brown wrapper had Leon Winston as the sender’s name and James “Little Jimmy” Blanchard Jr. as the recipient’s name.

“Tell this to your commander-in-chief.”

This will make him realize that it was a fatal mistake for him to look down on Winston.

Fred’s hands, bloodied with all the nails plucked out, trembled as he picked up the package. The bastard glanced into Winston’s eyes with his blue, swollen eye and then began to drag his legs and sprint backwards slowly.

He was afraid that if he turned around, he would shoot a gun in the back of the head. Leon smiled at him and pointed to the tram station in the distance.

“Go now.”

He sighed in relief and turned his back. Watching the rat limp across the field, Leon opened the holster and pulled out his pistol.

Bang.

“UWAAH!”

“Haha.”

It was ridiculous. The gun hit a wildflower that bloomed one step behind him, and like he was hit, he collapsed, and his limbs trembled. Soon, he started to crawl like an animal on the dirt floor and run away.

Leon, who had detonated a few ‘saluting cannon’ for fun, put the pistol back and gave instructions.

“Campbell.”

“Yes.”

“Track him. Don’t miss him. Let’s deal with him when it’s done.”

“Yes, I will do it without mistakes.”