TB

CHAPTER 82

She wondered what whim was this?

As she finished breakfast this morning, Winston came over unexpectedly. While it was always unexpected when he comes to the torture chamber, it was unexpected that her confiscated clothes and shoes were in his hands.

She thought she was finally going to be treated like a human being, but she wasn’t. After she had finished dressing up, the leash was again tied around her neck, and the two ankles were shackled with two spans of chains.

Then, he brought Grace into the office and sat her under the desk.

Like a dog.

Throwing two cushions from the sofa to her was completely dog treatment. Winston ran his palms over the other side of Grace’s head like a dog and tucked the hair behind her ears.

“Puppy, are you bored?”

Grace didn’t answer. When his hand withdrew, she shook her head and tousled her hair again.

“You really won’t listen.”

A short click of the tongue came above her head. His hand rummaged through the drawer beside Grace and pulled out a small box. Soon, there was the sound of something being ripped open on the desk.

She knew the identity of the sound.

He put it under the desk again, holding a postage stamp in his hand.

“How about helping the master with his work sometimes?”

Grace raised her gaze and glared at the man.

“This is getting miserable now.”

It was she who was insulted by him that day, but she thought he would never do this again because he acted like he was insulted. The tip of his index finger, on which he had placed the postage stamp face up, flicked lightly. She was upset, but she couldn’t help it.

At Winston’s urging, she opened her mouth.

“Put out your tongue.”

Yes, as per command. She stuck the tip of her tongue on her lower teeth and stuck out her tongue.

“That’s right.”

His index finger turned over, and the postage stamp glided past the center of her swollen tongue. The hand disappeared and there was a rustle on the desk, then another stamped fingertip appeared.

Grace thought as she rolled up the tip of her tongue and wet the back of the postage stamp.

A full dog was better than a starving human.

How worried she was that she would go hungry again after mocking him as an idiot. Fortunately, Winston acted as if nothing had happened.

However, his attitude has subtly changed.

Even though he didn’t even go to the trouble of using the interrogation as an excuse now, he was treating her as a doll to satisfy his sexual desire.

One day, he came unexpectedly at dawn while she was asleep. She felt a presence on the edge of her bed, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she was startled to see the man’s silhouette looming in the dark. The moment she confirmed that it was he with just a touch penetrating under the blanket, Grace was relieved.

Then, she immediately felt a sense of shame.

He kissed, groped all over, put a plug on her cervix and inserted it, thrusting his waist. He didn’t say a word to her the whole time he was doing it. Grace alone let out a vulgar, moaning like a prostitute. Then, at the moment of his climax, Winston withdrew from her and left without looking back.