The sanity returned to the blonde girl's eyes. Her movements froze completely.
Once I confirmed she was listening to my words, I changed the rhythm.
"You… AASPINT…"
I could feel goosebumps rise all over the blonde girl's body, pressed tightly against mine.
There's no doubt. This girl is a spy.
The other day, this revelation came to me like a divine message.
There are other AASPINTs—spies—in this city.
As soon as I realized that, her traits perfectly matched the spy knowledge I had.
There are two types of spies: those with ordinary looks, suited for blending in unnoticed, and those with striking beauty, adept at gaining trust. She's the latter.
And I've heard that intelligence agents undergo special anti-torture training.
That's why the blonde girl is so beautiful and tough.
Too stunning to seem like she'd be on the frontlines.
Occasionally, she shows a quick mind.
Yet she has the mental toughness to endure even brutal violation.
The lump in my throat from the other day dissolved. It's clear now.
When I first heard about anti-torture training, I wondered if it really worked. But look at her—despite Butcher's torment, she's holding onto her sanity. Impressive results. No wonder they're an elite group.
Still, questions linger.
Why infiltrate as a prisoner? In this position, she barely gets any information. If she'd been assigned to any Butcher other than me, she'd be a wreck by now. Even if what's happening inside is unclear, it's a nearly suicidal method of infiltration.
How is she sending information to her contacts outside? I'm guessing Morse code through the pipes, like the male spy I saw the other day, but that seems far-fetched. Maybe there's another way.
Either way, she's sacrificing herself to infiltrate this place. She might never escape… Her professionalism is awe-inspiring. As a fellow professional, I feel a sense of camaraderie with her.
"Why… it can't be… stop it, Butcher—ngh—!"
Oops.
I quickly thrust my tongue into her mouth.
"Don't speak. Morse code. Don't speak. Morse code. Don't speak. Morse code."
I have my own position to maintain. Don't talk to me carelessly.
The blonde girl nodded slightly.
Now… how do I get her to send Morse code to me?
She's clinging to me, her hands and legs wrapped around my back. Moving too much would give us away… Ah, I've got it.
I pulled my tongue from her mouth, leaving it shallow, so it doesn't restrict her jaw movement.
The blonde girl looked slightly confused but quickly caught on to my intent, starting to nibble on my tongue gently. There's a rhythm to it.
This girl's sharp. No wonder she's an AASPINT. An elite.
"Do… you… understand… words?"
"Understand."
The blonde girl nibbled nervously on my tongue, and I secretly tapped the fleshy part of her buttocks with my fingertips. We continued this act while embracing.
To an outsider, it might look like a couple lost in passionate love.
"Do… you… know… AASPINT?"
"Know… AASPINT. You… spy."
When I said the word "spy," the blonde girl's eyes flickered slightly. She seemed unsettled.
Well, if she's exposed as a spy, she'd face brutal torture, rape, and full-time gang rape as a meat toilet until she dies in the basement. Meals would be semen. In the end, she'd be turned into a living doll for perverts or used as a birthing machine until her womb breaks. One of the worst fates for a woman.
Good. I need her to be afraid.
Because I'm going to dominate her.
"Why… talk… to… me?"
"I'm… interested. What… do… you… want?"
This is incredible. We're actually having a conversation.
She's probably shocked, but I'm even more so.
It's like a fanfare and a burst of light descending from above.
Now, how do I get her to cooperate?
I thought she'd be useless as just a prisoner, but if she's an AASPINT, it's different.
AASPINTs are elites. She wouldn't come here as a pawn. There's probably an escape plan in place. I'll hitch a ride on that.
She's an informed intelligence agent. Maybe she knows how to control the Butchers. I want her help with disabling the control device.
But I can't just tell her outright that I want to escape or remove the control device. Showing weakness would give her leverage to negotiate. That's painful. I can't let her even the playing field.
Unlike those free to move outside, she's a captive now. Conveniently, she's assigned to me as an offering. Maybe I can dominate her through fear and pain, making her obey one-sidedly.
I don't have many cards to play.
I'll violate you. Kill you. Eat you. She's already had Sergeant Oni's lecture, so if I say I'll violate her for real, she'll be terrified.
Alternatively, I could hand her over to another Butcher. Send her to the next stage.
I can't actually speak, but I could lie and say I'll expose her as a spy to the aliens.
But these threats are weak against an AASPINT trained to resist torture.
She's the kind of person who'd infiltrate alone as a prisoner. I need something sharper, something that shakes her core.
Hmm.
…Right, if a spy makes a major mistake, their family shares the responsibility.
Yes. Threatening to spread false information that she's a traitor could be my strongest card. Coming from an elite family, even a rumor like that would put her relatives in unimaginable hardship. This is it.
As I plotted to outmaneuver the elite spy in my arms, I suddenly noticed the blonde girl staring intently at my terrifying face.
Maybe she found my stillness odd. She's looking straight into my eyes.
We lock eyes.
Her hazel eyes are intelligent and beautiful.
I feel a strange sense of peace and strength simultaneously.
Then, she steels herself and begins to move her jaw.
"I… want… to… leave. Please… help… me."
She wants to leave? Help her?
…Wait, that's not what I expected.
Didn't she come here out of self-sacrifice?
Maybe she just messed up and got caught?
Not connected to outside AASPINTs?
No escape route?
Is this woman just useless after all?
And she's asking her enemy for help directly? What's she thinking?
As I'm baffled by her sudden plea for rescue, she skillfully continues nibbling on my tongue.
"My… name…"
Her hazel eyes pierce me quietly.
"Abigail."
My large heart skips a beat.
Abigail…
Abigail…
Abigail…
"And… you?"
Pulled back to reality by the sensation on my tongue, I gently tap her soft buttocks.
"Gevaudan."
I'm Gevaudan. A caged beast with a human soul.
But I'll keep my former humanity a secret. I don't want to give her even the slightest advantage.
She's a spy. A cunning breed. Even casual information could become her weapon. I'm the one in control, not her.
I'm Gevaudan. A beast created by aliens, existing only to violate, kill, and devour. I merely spoke to a captive girl out of boredom. You're just one of many playthings. You're the one begging for help. I don't care what happens to you. If you don't obey, I'll brutally violate and destroy you. I'll spread lies to AASPINT that you're a traitor. When I reach the fort, I'll slaughter everyone connected to you. Obey me.
But sending this long message in Morse code is too difficult.
So I'll repeat the key points.
"Obey, Abigail. Expose, Abigail. Spy. Torture. Obey, Abigail. Tasty, Abigail. Crush, family. All, Abigail. Ruin. Die, Abigail. Pleasure, Abigail. Betray, Abigail. Beautiful. Break, Abigail. Die, Abigail. Escape, Abigail. Catch, Abigail. Delicious, Abigail. Tender, Abigail. Sell. All, Abigail. Mine. Obey, Abigail."
The author grew up thinking Abigail was a man's name.
It was corrected to a blonde beauty's name after watching *National Treasure*.