I Was Just Enjoying the Discipline - Chapter 13 🔞 - 2.

2.

Three days had passed since Sophia had been captured, following the brief escape attempt that had ended in a single night.

Now, she was bound to a chair in the interrogation room next to Yudel’s quarters, letting out strained, muffled moans.

“Ah… ngh… mm…”

Completely naked, Sophia sat crumpled in the chair with her legs spread wide. Rope bound every part of her body, securing her so tightly that, at a glance, she looked almost fused to the chair itself.

The thick ropes, pulled taut with considerable force, bit mercilessly into her skin. Her wrists and ankles, especially, felt as though the flesh might split open.

Considering she had already escaped from prison once before, such excessive restraints were only to be expected. Being tied so tightly to the chair that she couldn’t move an inch…

The harsh bindings that dug painfully into her skin…

Even the humiliating position that left her exposed with no way to cover herself…

Sophia could endure all of it. No, she had expected this from the very beginning. Rather than finding it painful, she had even welcomed the situation.

On the first day, seeing the icy look Yudel had fixed on her, as cold as though it might freeze her solid, she had secretly looked forward, despite her fear, to discovering what kind of “training” he would use to torment her.

‘But I never imagined it would be… this…’

Half in tears, Sophia let out another pained whimper.

Her endlessly overheating body was torment enough. Every breath she drew only seemed to make her burn hotter.

But the thing that truly tormented her was something else entirely.

‘Ah… please… Please… I don’t care who it is…’

It was just as Sophia reached the point of silently praying that someone, anyone at all, would come to this empty interrogation room, while her body trembled and slick arousal spilled from between her legs.

Click.

The dry silence was broken by the sound of a key sliding into the lock. The noise jolted her fading consciousness back into focus.

Sophia hurriedly turned her eyes toward the door. The heavy iron door gave a loud clank as its lock disengaged.

A moment later, it swung open, and the very person Sophia had been longing to see stepped into the interrogation room.

“Ah…”

“Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?”

The familiar visitor greeted her with a gentle smile. Neatly gathered in his hands were several brushes, a small glass vial, and a soft towel.

Sophia was in no condition to return the greeting. Even so, she was genuinely relieved to see the man.

Cain. Even if he was Yudel’s subordinate… Even if he had come to the interrogation room under Yudel’s orders to torment her… He was still a man.

And as long as he possessed a fully functioning body below the waist, there was no way Sophia wouldn’t be glad to see him in her current state. At this point, she would have welcomed even Yudel, the man who looked at her as though he wanted her dead, with open arms.

“Um…”

Sophia struggled to suppress the pleasure steadily welling up inside her and had just managed to part her lips. Before she could finish even a single sentence, Cain cut her off.

“You’re looking paler by the day. Are you having trouble sleeping? That happens quite often. Most humans who first arrive here can’t sleep very well.”

“I…”

“Even so, try to get as much sleep as you can. Do you have any idea how important proper sleep is for humans? A good night’s rest alone improves both the quality and quantity of your life essence.”

“Um…”

“If only for Lord Yudel, whom your little stunt has put in an extremely difficult position—or for Lord Eligos, who will eventually be the one tasting your life essence—you should at least make sure you’re getting enough sleep. We’ll take care of your meals.”

With that, Cain began arranging the items he had brought on a small table. He lined up the brushes in a neat row. The small glass potion bottle was placed farther back so it wouldn’t accidentally break. The soft towel came to rest beside it.

His movements were mechanical yet practiced, like a surgeon laying out each instrument in its precise place before an operation.

For some reason, the atmosphere made it difficult to speak. Perhaps he had already guessed what Sophia wanted to say and was deliberately keeping her from getting a word in.

Even so, she couldn’t remain silent. Far more important than bursting into tears over the agony those brushes and that tiny bottle would soon inflict upon her, or trembling at the demons’ coldheartedness as they treated her like livestock raised to produce a valuable food source, was telling him what she needed to say.

“Please… My insides itch so much.”

“……”

At her plea, Cain’s golden eyes turned toward her. The hand arranging the instruments paused.

Sophia continued, desperation filling her voice.

“I’ll do anything… So please… scratch it. Please… do something… please.”

She looked at him with pleading eyes as she begged. The tears welling in her eyes finally spilled over, trailing silently down her cheeks.

Cain’s gaze fell on her tear-streaked cheek. Then on her watery eyes. Then, briefly, on the wetness trickling from between her legs before returning to her face.