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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

While cleaning the annex office, tenacious gazes ran over Sally's body. It felt like a cheap nylon brush was running through her body. The gaze became stinging for a moment as if she felt itchy from time to time.

Without realizing it, she shuddered.

"Captain, if I'm getting in the way, should I clean up later?"

She turned back and asked politely. Winston had just turned his gaze to the papers on his desk.

The tip of a cigar, sandwiched between his fingers, was chewed. He had a golden lighter in his other hand as though he had forgotten to light it.

"No, go ahead. I do my job, you do yours."

Saying so, he looked down at the paperwork, spitting out the answer from the script in Sally's head. She shouldn't leave anyway, so she turned her back and moved the mop. The end of the chewed-up cigar kept running through her mind.

'Did he imagine chewing something while looking at me?'

Suddenly, the tip of her chest hidden in the thin bra stung and tingled.

Dirty monarchy pig...

Even though she wanted to leave right away, she couldn't. It was because there was an important task left. What was reassuring was the fact that the two soldiers standing in front of the door were like statues.

She got up on the low chair and slowly wiped the bookshelf. Her calf, which got closer to his eye level, kept tickling.

'Should I rather get rid of carpet stains on the back of the sofa?'

While she was thinking, someone knocked on the door.

With Winston's permission, the door opened and Lieutenant Campbell walked in and saluted.

"Captain, the convoy to Govurn is said to be arriving at three o'clock."

At the sound of a convoy coming to the camp, Sally was relieved. The uncle didn't turn away. It was also her job to identify the spies in advance.

"Well... There's still time. We shouldn't make our guest bored."

'Blood-crazed devil. May you fall down to the hell worthy of you.'

As she heard that there would be another torture, Sally cursed herself.

"Yes, I will prepare right away."

As Campbell left, Sally walked over to Winston's desk. It was an excuse to empty the ashtray, though that damn bastard still hadn't lit his cigar. He just raised his gaze with his head still to the paperwork.

Sally smiled and picked up the tray of empty sparkling water bottles. On the way to the door with a bucket and a tray of cleaning tools, her heart stung once again.

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The screams that had leaked out through the crack in the torture chamber's door stopped. Then, Fred came out with a pale, blue face. He was clenching his teeth as if he was putting up with nausea. He took the prison uniform from Sally and went inside.

As she pulled a piece of cotton from her ear and put it in her pocket, the letter in the pocket rustled.