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CHAPTER 57

“You didn’t miss me?”

A cold glance would have been enough for the answer.

“I was only thinking of myself.”

How to bully her, that was probably the only thought in his mind. To say something creepy like a lover and treat her kindly…

‘Maniac.’

Suddenly, his unusual attire attracted Grace’s attention.

Winston was dressed to the best in his light gray suit. Rather than being formal, the nose of the brown shoes, which seemed to follow the trend these days, blatantly scanned her calves. The tie that had just covered her eyes was navy.

Except for the disgusting medal, compared to the man who went to this place in an officer’s uniform of achromatic color, he was looking quite stylish.

“I guess you had a date?”

“Yes, I did. Though I couldn’t get you out of my head, so I stood her up and came to you.”

It was as if she could hear a hallucination asking, ‘Isn’t it an honor?’

“I feel sorry for the Grand Princess. The man she is to marry is a pervert who locks a woman in the basement of the house and takes her every day.”

Grace started stirring up his s*x drive again.

‘…Please stop the interrogation and just hit me until you’re exhausted, and then go out.’

“Pervert…?”

He laughed lightly

“Well, that’s true. Maybe a workaholic too.”

Draaag.

Winston pushed back his chair and stood up.

“I must be a workaholic now.”

Contrary to her earnest wishes, he prepared the interrogation. After rummaging through the drawers, he took out a long object from a paper box and came back. Realizing that it was a red candle, Grace held her breath.

‘What is he trying to do with that?’

While imagining all sorts of horrible things, Winston sat across from her and raised his lips.

‘Crazy…’

One of her terrible imaginations seemed to be the correct answer. He put the candle in Grace’s v*gina. The smooth rod of wax slid through the dense flesh.

“Don’t feel it already.”

Winston twisted it and pressed it against her lower stomach.

“Don’t worry. It’s as thin as yours, so I can’t feel anything.”

He only smiled but did not fall for her provocation.

Winston soon let go of his hand after inserting the candle about one-third the length of her forearm. Even though it didn’t reach the end of her inner walls, it was so deep that she couldn’t push it out just by tightening her inner flesh.

“Just looking at you made me want to shove my pistol into your cramped walls and stir it up.”

Grace recalled the terrifying words Winston had said in an ecstatic voice on the day she was discovered. Her body trembled at the thought that one day he might really try to shove a pistol in here.

‘…A candle is better than a pistol.’

However, she was wrong to expect this to be stirred in her. Winston did not forget the purpose of the candle, and the next moment, he took out a lighter and lit the wick. Grace could feel the blood draining from her face seeing that.