Holy Kingdom – Interrogation (2)

I clenched my teeth tightly.

-Plop!

“Kkeueuk!”

A scream escaped my lips despite myself from the intense pain radiating from my fingertips.

“Hhk… Haa…”

I took deep breaths to alleviate the pain.

It felt like the pain lessened slightly.

Then the Interrogator thrust my pulled-out fingernails before my eyes.

“What’s wrong? This is nothing, right?”

There were ten fingernails on his palm in total.

Meaning all fingernails from both my hands had been ripped out.

The Interrogator had started the torture by pulling out all my nails with pliers.

A basic but effective warm-up method.

This type of torture gave me quite a thrilling sensation – the feeling of having parts of my body forcibly removed.

“Already tired? Then stop being stubborn and confess quickly.”

“…No. I can handle this much.”

Having boldly declared earlier that I’d endure, there was no way I’d give up now.

“Well, with that kind of nerve, no wonder you tried to assassinate His Holiness the Pope.”

The Interrogator nodded and opened a leather pouch beside him, reaching inside.

-Thud.

When he withdrew his hand, it was clutching something.

White, angular chunks.

There’s only one substance that looks like that for torture.

But should I pretend not to know?

“Wh-what’s that?”

“Hm? This? It’s salt.”

“Salt…?”

I feigned confusion while secretly tensing up inside.

The hands I’d meticulously cared for were now a horrible mess with all nails ripped out.

Forcibly removed with pliers, the wounds were bleeding.

And if he rubbed salt into them…?

‘I’m actually getting a little nervous here?’

Though my perverted body converts pain into pleasure, that doesn’t mean I don’t feel the pain.

No matter how much pain I endure, I never grow numb to it.

That’s why pain-as-pleasure always provides fresh, never-stale sensations.

“Wh-what are you going to do with that?”

“Treat your wounds, of course.”

“Wait a sec-“

-Crunch!

“Kkeuuk?!”

It hurts.

Hurts. Hurts. Hurts. Hurts.

My whole body convulsed from the sudden pain.

My wounded fingertips suddenly felt like they were on fire.

“How is it? Feeling more talkative now?”

Looking down, I saw the Interrogator’s hand covering mine as he questioned me.

He had grabbed my fingertips with salt-covered hands.

“Uuugh…”

Blood trickled from my lips – I must have bitten them too hard while suppressing screams.

Worse yet, he started vigorously rubbing them.

“Let’s make sure the seasoning soaks in properly.”

-Scrrrrape.

“Kyaaaaauuk?!”

Finally unable to endure, a pained scream burst from my lips.

I tried to hold back, but the pain was excruciating.

A far more violent pain than having nails pulled kept surging from my fingertips.

The Interrogator kept rubbing like he was seasoning food.

My skin began to pickle in the salt as wounds tore open further.

“Stop… Kkup! Keuk!”

“I’ll stop if you start talking.”

The wounds felt mashed and stabbed with needles.

I almost hallucinated he was stabbing my hands with an awl.

But still…

‘This is what I’ve been longing for.’

I love the pain and pleasure that makes me forget everything else.

Just imagining myself enduring this suffering makes me happy.

-Drip.

Ah.

I got a little wet down there from the excitement.

Later, emerging from the crucible of pain and pleasure, I saw the Interrogator now holding a hammer.

“Shall we try this next?”

“C-can I rest a moment…”

I asked for a brief respite.

Though honestly, I wished he’d continue torturing me immediately.

“Oh? Talking big earlier but already giving up?”

“Uk…”

I shook my head with difficulty as if to say there was no choice.

“No. You can do as much as you want.”

“Then. You should keep your word.”

-Swish!

A fierce sound as something flew toward my back.

“Keuk!”

Violent pain accompanied the sensation of flesh tearing away.

My back literally felt like it was burning.

“Not bad. Good reaction.”

“Haa, haa… If this… satisfies you… I’m happy too.”

I truly hoped he was satisfied.

This noble suffering is a performance staged just for you.

“Ha… You’re really something.”

The Interrogator sighed at my response.

After continuing various tortures, the Interrogator released my restraints from the chair and hung my hands from the ceiling.

Now I dangled limply from the ceiling.

My fingers were smashed beyond sensation by the hammer.

My clothes were torn to useless shreds.

‘Hanging like this, I feel like a piece of meat in a butcher shop.’

The Interrogator continued whipping my suspended back.

“Must… endure…”

-Drip drip.

I felt blood streaming down my back.

Without looking, I knew my whipped back had chunks torn away, leaving a bloody mess.

“Talk now. Who ordered you to kill His Holiness? How did you learn about the Hero’s existence?”

“The Pope… framed… me…”

“Ha.”

The whip lashed out again with vicious force.

-Swish!

“Kyauuk!”

“Let’s see who breaks first.”

-Swish! Slash! Slash!

The Interrogator mercilessly continued whipping me without restraint.

“Ue… Ah…”

The pain became so intense I couldn’t even scream anymore.

‘My vision…’

As my lower parts grew wetter from the pain-pleasure, my vision blurred.

Death was approaching.

Whipping is a powerful torture method – too many lashes often lead to death.

Such relentless use showed the torture’s extreme intensity.

Usually, young beautiful women like me aren’t tortured this brutally.

They’d rather use sexual torture to satisfy desires than destroy someone like this.

But this man lived up to being an Interrogator – ruthlessly breaking me.

“Still won’t talk?”

-Swish!

“Kkeuuk… Keuk!”

Anyone else would have falsely confessed to being the culprit by now.

Of course, as someone dealing with demons and spies, the Interrogator had to be ruthless.

Some who contracted with demons had tragic stories, but betraying humanity couldn’t be forgiven.

While tensing my whole body to endure the whipping,

“Uh…?”

The whipping suddenly stopped.

“Still enduring? Fine. Whipping won’t work. What’s next…”

“Haa, haa…”

Only then could I relax and take deep breaths.

Relaxing made the stinging wounds feel more vivid.

Not an unpleasant feeling.

Especially where flesh had been torn away, stinging pleasurab-

-Swish!

“―――!!”

Wh-what just happened?

“Huuuk… Keuk…”

The pain was so intense I couldn’t breathe properly.

I wanted to grab my back and roll madly on the floor.

-Clank!

But my body wasn’t free.

“Surprised?”

“Kk… Kkeuk…”

Gasping roughly, I desperately clung to consciousness.

That might have been the most painful torture today.

When sudden pleasure surged, I nearly came disgracefully.

That would have ruined the atmosphere.

-Crunch.

My hair was grabbed, forcing my head around.

“Your face is a mess.”

Tears from pain obscured my vision, preventing me from seeing the Interrogator’s face clearly.

“Not a bad reaction. Best to strike when relaxed after all?”

“…You’re truly vicious.”

Now I understood.

‘This man is quite skilled.’

The Interrogator had lulled me into relaxing before striking unexpectedly.

Being whipped while relaxed and unguarded delivered pain on another level entirely.

‘Haaah…’

My still-stinging back and trembling hands proved how intense the pain had been.

My head felt so dizzy though…

“Huu…”

Clearly I’d lost too much blood from continuous torture.

My eyelids grew heavy too.

If I just closed my eyes and slept forever…

At that moment, the Interrogator’s voice reached my ears.

“Trying to die comfortably? Can’t let you escape that easily.”

His palm touched my stomach.

-Sssss.

Holy Power flowed into my body.

My mind cleared and some vitality returned.

“My body…”

But that was all.

The Holy Power stopped flowing, leaving most wounds untouched.

“This should suffice. You won’t die until you confess everything.”

“…Thank you for keeping me alive.”

“What?”

His dumbfounded expression at my gratitude was priceless.

A look that said “What kind of lunatic is this?”

“…Gone mad? Thanking your torturer? Don’t you realize this means eternal torture?”

“It’s fine. You’ll understand my heart before then.”

I truly was grateful to the Interrogator.

Normally, nearing death would have ended the torture.

Being tortured by someone who can use Holy Power really is best.

They can heal you just enough to endure infinite torture.

“Brainwashed by demons? Only explanation that makes sense.”

“I told you. The Pope brainwashed me.”

“Ha… No need to listen to a crazy bitch’s nonsense.”

Even the ruthless Interrogator seemed completely exhausted by my words filled with… whatever mix of willpower and madness.

“…Right. Time to use that.”

He turned to search among the torture tools.

Failing to find it, he headed for the cell door.

“Rest for now.”

“Don’t run away and leave me. I’ll be waiting.”

“Ha. Truly insane.”

The Interrogator gave a hollow laugh at my words and left.