Overlord: When Human Meets Inhuman

Chapter 27: The torturer becomes the tortured...more or less

"Heh heh heh…" I chuckle and take a look at Mark's knife. 

It's very well made, I have to say. 
Too bad he won't be using it anymore…but I will, so he doesn't need to worry about it. 

I take a look around the basement, thinking about the many ways in which I'm going to torture Mark. Suddenly I hear him coughing behind me, so I turn around and look him in the eye, with a satisfied grin. 
"I knew it…" He mutters. He still sounds a bit dizzy, since he just woke up, his dark brown hair is more disheveled than usual, covering the bump on his forehead.
I left him with only a pair of pants on, and I tied him up where he used to torture the humans he brought here. 
"Well, look who's awake. How are you feeling, Mark?" I ask casually, as we were normally chatting like every day.
"I've been better...how about you? You must be very proud your little plan worked." 

He's taking this half-heartedly. I'm not going to say it wasn't expected. After all, he tends to be quite compliant at times.

"You're very clever, Mark…you've always been…" I whisper as I take a few steps closer to him. I unconsciously lick my lips, thinking I have all the time in the world to do whatever I please with him.
"I'm not going to like this, am I?" He asks as I take the last step forwards. 
"No. But I am." 
Mark at that closes his eyes and lowers his head. 

He's resigned. Good. 

"I'm truly sorry it had to go like this…I'm just too much of a bitch."
I slash him on the chest with his knife, making him let out a scream of pain. I patiently watch his blood pouring out of the wound, as I run my finger on it and lick it clean.
"Delicious..." I whisper, seeing his suffering expression.
"Heh…and to think I actually loved you…for a small while…" He mutters between heavy breaths, a coy grin on his lips.
"Hmm…yes…truly unfortunate, don't you think? And the worst thing is that nobody will find you here…" I finish with a giggle and slash him one more time, this time though I do it slower, to enjoy every single moment of his sufferance.
"Well…at least I'll have your company…" He murmurs after a small cough.
"Are you trying to get out of this with compliments? It's too late for that now…" 
"You think I'm that cheap? Nah…I'm just saying I wouldn't want anybody else to be in your place, boss…" He says in a very hoarse, and low, tone of voice.
"Oh, good. Since you won't see anybody other than me for as long as you live, and since you'll never see the sunlight again. And that's a promise…" 
I slash him on the chest for the third time, but now all I got was a grunt. He doesn't seem to be that hurt.
"No more screams?" I ask kind of disappointed. Mark's chest keeps moving up and down with his breaths. After a few seconds of probably collecting his strength, he raises his head and shakes it slowly. 
"Hmm…too bad." 
I start gently rubbing my thumb on his left cheek and smile in a seductive way, the smile I know he loves.
"We're going to have a lot of fun, you and I…" I whisper in his ear, making him get a chill. 
"I can't wait…" 
I tilt my head to the side and smile cutely with my eyes closed. 
"Good boy." 
I make the chains disappear, and he falls to the ground on his knees, with blood dripping on the floor. 
"Now what? You want more?" He asks, slowly and painfully standing up.
"Of course I do, Mark…" 
I lift him up with a spell and slam him against the wall, and I see some blood squirting out of his mouth. 

But he's still not screaming. He's boring to torture…I need to switch to something else. 

He's on the ground, on his four limbs. He lets out a very hoarse noise and spits out some more blood. Then he gets up, staggers his way to me and wipes his mouth clean. 
"I'm still standing, boss. And I'm taking you're not satisfied…was I not screaming enough?" 

What do you know, he read my mind. Not literally of course. 

"Exactly. Perceptive boy…" 
I point my hand towards him and kind of heal him. I close up his three wounds, but I leave the scabs. 
"Now what?" He asks casually. 
"Come here." 
He takes a step closer and I wrap an arm around his back, then I inch closer with my face but as I'm about to kiss him I stab him in his right side, under the armpit. 
"AAAAHHHH!" He screams and falls on his back before me. 
"That's better…now get up." 
Mark, somehow still conscious, laughs in an almost crazy way and gets up,  then he looks at me in a weird way. He's still perfectly lucid, I can see that. 

There's something I like in his eyes, other than resignation and a bit of anger. 
Lust. 

"I like that look on your face, Mark…I think you've already understood what's next, haven't you?" I ask as I start casually untying my hair.
"I think I have…it involves that, doesn't it?" He asks pointing at the bed. 
"Precisely." 
I hit him in the head with his knife's handle, sending him dead to the ground, then I float him to the bed and throw him on top of it. 
"I really didn't need to do that, but I wanted to." I say, almost to justify myself. I then let out a giggle and a sigh, biting my lip.
"He never denies himself..."
I wait for a while until he wakes up, in the meanwhile I take off my clothes and wear a big black cape. 

He's not waking up…did I kill him by accident? 

"Ahhh…shit…" 

Oh, nevermind! 

"You surely like sleeping, don't you Mark?" I ask as he wakes up. 
"What…oh, right. I'm here. And…why are you wearing that?" 
I walk around the bed as he sits up and takes a confused and curious look at me at the same time.
"Thank me for not tying you up…" I whisper as I end up standing in front of him. 
"Oh…I got it…but why are you wearing that?" 

He still didn't get it? Hm...maybe I hit him a bit too hard.

I give Mark a malicious grin and let the cape fall down on the floor. I still have his knife in my hand though. 
I lean closer to him and open a small cut on his cheek, then I start going down to his chin and his neck, where I stop and throw the knife behind me. 
"Mark…I'm going to ask of you something you've already heard from me." I whisper as I bite my bottom lip and inch closer to him. 
"What?" 

His eyes are stuck on mine. Good. 

"I want you to give me a kiss." 
Mark takes a look at my naked body, then he shrugs and pulls me to him on the bed, and he finally gives me a kiss. I break away, grabbing his chin with my hand, and smile in the way he loves.
"Good boy…but we just got started."