Chapter 50

As she chewed her trembling lips to carry again her feelings, the ridiculing silence was damaged.

“Stand up.”

Winston pointed to the iron desk along with his eyes. As he sat down on the finish of the desk, he stood up and approached her. The tip of the whip frivolously stabbed Grace within the shoulder as he advised her to lie down.

The desk was chilly.

Winston grabbed her crouched limb. The shackles hanging from the legs of the desk have been mounted one after the other on the ends.

“You look good on this.”

The black ceiling that didn’t present even when blood splattered…

The person gazed down at her with an observer’s gaze with little curiosity, anticipation, and a far-reaching sense of distance. As she regarded up from the chilly metallic desk along with her limbs broad open, she was conscious about her scenario.

Mice on the dissection desk.

In his eyes, staring down at her, who had become a helpless little creature, a merciless pleasure started to shine faintly. The officer’s jacket was draped over the chair. Grace’s eyes trembled as she watched the approaching man along with his sleeves rolled up neatly.

That man, not a soldier in a white shirt, regarded like a mad scientist in a white coat. He was the sort of lunatic who would take a scalpel and forceps and switch her into a bit of meat.

As he approached, he paused.

A chilly gaze lingered on the field of positive stockings on the sting of the desk. Quickly, the field was eliminated and instead was a folder with Grace’s identify on it. There was the sound of papers being flipped, adopted by the sound of footsteps transferring away.

Whereas Winston was leisurely making ready for the ‘bodily examination,’ Grace started to shake uncontrollably. She closed her legs and arms, although she knew it was ineffective. On the identical time, the shackles painfully crushed her delicate flesh.

Griiit.

Her breath stopped when she heard the sound of heavy metallic scraping one thing.

‘Might that be….’

If it sounded just like the nipper being pulled out of a drawer, please let that be a mistake…

Grace prayed to herself, understanding all too nicely that what was on this torture chamber was torture itself.

‘Rattling it…’

An ominous foreboding hit. The nipper’s blade flashed in Winston’s hand as he slowly walked this manner.

He sneered as she reflexively closed her fingers to cover them.

“You acted such as you weren’t afraid of something although you’re a traditional human being, too.”

Sure, sadly.

Grace was additionally a human being who felt ache.

She had been skilled to endure torture, however that solely taught her ‘how you can endure it.’ In different phrases, she was coaching to carry on with out divulging essential info, nevertheless it didn’t uninteresting the ache of getting her nails pulled out. Or perhaps, the ache of getting a tooth pulled out.

Grace bit her tooth because the sharp tip of the nippers traced her lips.

Ultimately, because the chilly blade quickly fell off her lips, Winston cupped her head affectionately and bowed his head. Slowly tracing the curves of her bare physique with nippers, he stored their eyes on one another from a distance of lower than a hand’s size.

“You and I’ve a reasonably powerful relationship. No, ought to I say Blanchard is the horrible one?”

“Huht…”

“He despatched his prostitute to kill my father and despatched me the daughter of that prostitute.”

This was to make enjoyable of his father’s loss of life and to look down on him. Leon couldn’t stand it. Neither did Grace, who couldn’t stand the ridicule directed at her revered mom.

“If my mom is a prostitute, then your father is a foul soldier who died by the hands of a prostitute.”

‘Cheeky girl. She doesn’t even know her scenario.’

As he thought so, Leon twisted his lips. This girl can be begging for mercy on him quickly, too, like the opposite rebels.

“Oh, what a touching love. Your mom in hell should be so pleased with you, the daughter who failed an operation and become a whore in my torture chamber.”

Bang.

The nipper, prowling over her, landed between her unfold legs. Because the desk rang, Grace shuddered. She might inform with out wanting that the nipper’s blade was directed in direction of her secret place.

“Thanks, Miss Riddle. To be caught by me. Because of you, I can benefit from the feeling of getting revenge correctly. I can see my father’s face in heaven.”

He solemnly kissed her pale, chilly lips and rose.

“Have you learnt what your mother and father did to my father?”

“….”

“Should you don’t know, I’ll educate you.”

This time, as an alternative of the nippers, the tip of the driving whip ran by means of her physique. Every time the triangular leather-based frivolously tapped the tip of her fingernails, Grace turned blue.

“They pluck out all of the nails…”:

She acquired it now. Why did he tie her to the desk, what was he going to do along with her tied up…

‘The post-mortem of Richard Winston.’

To tie up the revolutionary military like a corpse on an post-mortem desk and skim his father’s post-mortem report, mentioning every physique half. After studying the report back to the tip, the contents have been demonstrated on the prisoner’s physique because it was. Stopping proper earlier than the direct signal… No, generally it was torture that by no means stopped.

It was additionally the explanation why Leon Winston turned essentially the most infamous of the numerous torture engineers.

‘You’re going to do this to me. I don’t need to die.’

All those that have been fortunate sufficient to outlive the torture went mad…

As Grace trembled exhausting, she was extra afraid now than yesterday when this man tried to violate her.

“And, the left facet of his scrotum… Wait, you don’t have a scrotum. I’d by no means seen something like this earlier than. Hmm… what to do.”

He spoke in a really nice voice.

“Ahhk!”

When Winston thrust the tip of his whip between Grace’s legs, the flat leather-based minimize by means of the closed slit and rubbed the clitoris mercilessly. The second she met his eyes, which flashed with vulgar pleasure, Grace noticed a method to dwell.

She quite aroused him.

“Ah, please, huht, cease…”

She groaned and intentionally twisted her physique. Her coronary heart, which couldn’t let go of final night time’s occasions, shook vastly.

Winston’s eyes slowly started to alter.

‘Sure, proper, get aroused for me.’

“Ahk, is that this revenge? At the very least your father wouldn’t have been raped like I used to be yesterday?”

“What do you imply raped? it was a deal Oh, that is rape.”

Winston lastly acquired into warmth.

He rapidly unfastened his belt and pulled out his blood-filled pillar. As quickly because the flesh, rising the tip like its proprietor, appeared, it slammed into Grace’s mouth.

“Ugh, huhp…”

Her physique was mercilessly dragged upward. On the identical time, her head that was thrown over the desk bent again, and a cruel viper burrowed into her broad open throat.

“Uhp—”

The heavy desk creaked following the waist’s fierce motion.

“Haa…”

With a moan of admiration, Winston caressed the nape of her neck the place his flesh was transferring out and in. Though she couldn’t see it, Grace might vividly really feel that the thick fleshy pillar bulged up her throat each time it was pushed deep.

As if he had no human soul, his pale eyes blazed with lustful pleasure like final night time.

Grace regarded into the beast’s eyes and shed tears of aid. It was a depressing factor to rejoice at being violated. Nonetheless, she was a human being who wished to keep away from horrible ache and loss of life even by doing depressing issues.

“Have you learnt what the definition of a prostitute is?”

…A lady who bought herself for a worth. If promoting herself to save lots of her life is a prostitute, sure, she’d quite be a dwelling prostitute than a useless saint.

“Kuhk…”

Winston pulled out his saliva-soaked flesh as Grace gasped and twisted her physique.

“Haa, let’s proceed the bodily examination.”

Since then, the brutal post-mortem had been remodeled into an obscene bodily examination. Grace responded calmly to Winston’s promiscuous contact, sometimes including gentle resistance and unusual moans to maintain his needs alive.

“Ahht, it hurts… don’t do, it…”

“These are my chew marks yesterday. Even I assumed I used to be like an animal, too.”

He nonetheless acted like a scientist dissecting mice. Happily, he was not a mad scientist however a nymphomaniac. He touched her physique right here and there to ‘study’ her and recorded the shameful observations in a doc as if writing an experiment report.

“Hmm… Can I write it as the sensation of kneading a marshmallow? What do you concentrate on it?”

Winston, who was clutching her chest and kneading it like dough, requested with a imply snort. It was terrifying to have one thing like the texture of her chest be written completely on a document that anybody within the navy might see.

“….”

Nevertheless, Grace didn’t open her mouth. If she begged him to not, he would write extra humiliating phrases on the paper.

“The sensation of it sticking to you and the sensation when sucked…”

Saying so, he took one lengthy suck on her n*pple as if to listen to it, making a loud noise.

“Huht…”

“Nice. That skinny lady grew up fairly naughty. I like that.”

…It was horrible. To suppose that the candy boy of her childhood had grown into such a vicious man.

His hand that was on her chest groped down her flat stomach earlier than burying it deep within the moist petals.

“Uht, gasp, cease, ahhk!”

“Feels good? I do know you prefer it very a lot although are you able to let go of my finger?”

Squelch.

The second his finger was pulled out…

“Ah!”

Clang.

The chains hanging from her ankles slammed in opposition to the desk.

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