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At my signal, Cho pours more water. Once she can’t hold her breath anymore, her body starts to jerk against the bonds. Cho stops. I lift the cloth over her mouth. She struggles between the urge to inhale deeply and cough at the same time.

When she settles down, I place my middle and ring finger, wet with her cum, between her parted lips. “Taste that, pet? What does that say about you that you want to come for me even when I’m torturing you?”

Of course I know it has nothing to do with her personality, her traits, her will. It’s simply the way her body reacts because she’s an omega. But I need to mine the depths of my inhumanity. To prove to myself that I can fuck with her as much as her mere existence is fucking with me.

I slide my digits farther into her mouth to make her choke before wiping her saliva off my fingers and onto her breast.

“Since I’m feeling generous at the moment,” I tell her, “you only have to give me one name, and I’ll give you a reprieve from the waterboarding. It can be your name or the name of an accomplice.”

When she doesn’t respond, I pull the cloth back over her mouth. Cho pours the water, stopping before she inhales too much of it. He does this several more times before I lift the cloth over her mouth.

“Please…” she sputters.

“You want this to stop, don’t you?” I ask.

She sniffles. “Yes, please…”

“You don’t like the feeling of drowning.”

She makes a noise like she’s stifling a sob.

“So what name do you want to give me?”

“I—Irene.”

My hand balls into a fist. “Okay, pet. I’m no longer feeling generous.”

Chapter 6

Vincent

Flipping the cloth back over her mouth, I continue with the waterboarding. After exhausting another pitcher full of water, she’s a mess. She tries twisting her head side to side to avoid the water, but she can’t. I’ve done enough waterboarding to recognize the signs of distress. They all eventually cry. They all eventually beg me to stop. And they all eventually give me what I want.

Except she hasn’t.

Yet.

She’s a helluva lot tougher than I thought. Her sobs should be music to my ears, but my satisfaction doesn’t come without stabs of guilt, a sensation I haven’t felt for anyone except Irene, for whom I am drowning in guilt. I didn’t think there was room left for me to feel remorse for anyone else.

Instead of pouring another round of water onto her, I slide my fingers between her thighs to stroke her clit. Her present circumstance, where she’s fighting for a simple breath, doesn’t lend itself to arousal. That, and I know she hates my touch. But her body is another beast. As she has shown before, despite my sadistic torments, her omega traits prevail. I’ve never seen such intense corporal desires.

She grows wetter between the legs. Her body shivers, either from arousal or the waterboarding. Quietly, I continue to fondle her as I watch her chest rise and fall. Noticing the droplets of water that landed about her collar, her shoulders, and her breasts, my body warms. Blood throbs in my groin as I remember how it felt to be buried inside of her, to have her hot, wet pussy wrapped about my cock.

She whimpers faintly when I drag her moisture over her now swollen clit.

“That feel good, pet?” I ask.

She doesn’t answer. Unfortunately for her, there’s no right answer. Still, I’m curious to see what answer she chooses.

“We’re going to continue with the waterboarding until you answer my question,” I tell her before nodding at Cho.

As he pours the water, her body strains and thrashes against the restraints.

She doesn’t hide her crying anymore. I should push the waterboarding. It may not take much more to break her.

But I don’t. The memory of her coming, that first time in the pillory and again in the cage, has me aroused. I won’t be satisfied until I see her do it again.

After several minutes, her crying dies down. I continue to caress her gently, my tender touch telling her to relax, that it’s going to be okay.

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