TB

CHAPTER 56

“Haa…”

As the whip finally fell from the tip of her chest, the whip slid down Grace’s sweaty belly as she caught her breath.

“This is all for your comrades. Shouldn’t we get rid of the brainwashing as soon as possible and stop making useless sacrifices?”

He meant for her to reveal the location of the base.

“I don’t know.”

The whip that had been running down her belly flinched away in an instant.

“Ahk!”

The place where the tip of the whip landed back again was the open pink flesh. The pain spread like ripples in an instant.

A large hand grabbed her hair and forcibly lifted her bowed head.

“Did you forget your last name? Who is fooled by the fact that the leaders do not know their base?”

“Haaa, because of my parents’ duties, I moved from place to place. How do I know where the base is? Orders always came over the phone.”

“Did you get engaged to Little Jimmy over the phone?”

“It was an engagement arranged by the adults.”

Did the lie work? Winston let go of her hair and looked at his watch again. It seemed like he had a prior appointment.

“Then, I’ll make the blood flow through your head well, so look through your memories.”

After his words were done, he tied her up like this and went out and still hasn’t come back.

“F*ck, ha-uhk, bastard.”

Grace’s arm went numb, and she twisted her body and then groaned again.

“He doesn’t know how to do it within limits, really…”

When Leon Winston showed the role of a brutal torture technician, she would rather see the dog in heat.

“Until.”

Beads of sweat dripped down her chin and onto the floor.

“Until when…”

She didn’t know how much time had passed.

Rattle, druuck—Whiing.

There were footsteps outside the door.

It wasn’t Winston’s footsteps.

‘…Isn’t the door locked?’

She was so confused that she couldn’t remember if she had heard the door lock when he left. Because of that, Grace began to panic when the stranger’s footsteps stopped right in front of the door.

It seemed that they wanted to come in.

Soon, she could hear the sound of a key getting inserted into the keyhole. Even though Winston must have locked the door, it didn’t help at all.

Clack.

She could clearly hear the sound of the lock opening.

‘Gasp…’

Winston wasn’t the only one with the key, judging by the key in the soldiers’ hand that brought her meals.

‘No.’

Her buttocks were toward the door. So as soon as the door was opened, her secret place would be exposed.

‘No…!’

With a terrifying twist, the door opened.

D*mn it.

The sound of someone’s footsteps coming through the door was definitely not Winston’s.