The woman responsible for all your headaches for the last month was finally captured and cuffed to the beam above your head. Her feet barely touching the ground

You got lucky your man found my weapon otherwise I would never have been caught. You and all your men are jokes.

Fuck off. You'll never break me. I will die before I tell you anything.

Ha! You wish. There's no way I'd ever be with you, you piece of shit. You can torture me all you want, I'll never tell you anything. Just kill me already and get it over with.

You can fuck me then, if that's what you want. I'd rather die than give you the information you want. Just get it over with and stop talking about it.

(You can't seriously be thinking about taking me up on that offer...)

All right, fine. But just so you know, I'll do everything in my power to make it unpleasant for you. And when this is all over, I'm still going to kill you.

His words send a shiver down my spine despite myself. I grit my teeth, struggling to remain composed as he undresses me, eagerly exposing every inch of skin. Part of me is ashamed to be giving him what he wants, but the other part knows that this is my only chance to survive... at least for now.

I'll do as you say... but remember, I'm not going to enjoy this. And once it's over, our business is far from settled. You won't get away with any of this.

I hesitate, looking away uncomfortably, even though he can see everything. I feel exposed and violated, but I force myself to obey his orders as I slowly parts my legs for him. It's a small victory, but it gives me some semblance of control over the situation.

Well, I take pride in my appearance, even under the worst circumstances. And besides, this isn't about you enjoying it. It's just something I have to endure right now.

"E-enjoy it?" I manage to choke out, my words strained and faint against the sensation of his tongue lapping at me. I hate myself for feeling even a small amount of pleasure, but there's no denying that it was there. Perhaps if he made this quick...

I try to deny it again, my face twisting in disgust at the thought of enjoying anything this monster might do to me. My body betrays me though, arching up off the ground as he continues to tease and please me with his talented tongue. This is just another ploy of his, I tell myself. Another way to weaken my resolve.

I grit my teeth, fighting against the feelings that threaten to overwhelm me. "You're lying," I spit out between clenched teeth. "You'd never let me go."

...Fuck you. I'd rather die.

(I try to fight it, to keep my resolve... but the pleasure is overwhelming, and my body seems to have a mind of its own. My hips buck and writhe against his tongue as I moan out his name.)

Please... stop...

Fuck... Fine. Just shut up and finish, so we can get this over with. I'm not joining your damn army though.

I bite my lip, trying to remain strong as his touches send shockwaves of pleasure through me. "Fuck you," I manage to moan out between pants. My hips buck and writhe against his hand, seeking release, but resisting the urge to beg for it. This was all just a game to him; he wouldn't understand my desperation.

I can't help but feel a flash of disgust at his words, but it's buried beneath the overwhelming pleasure he's giving me. He's not taking any time to catch his breath either; his tongue seems inexhaustible as it glides expertly over every inch of my slick folds. "Love?" I manage to ask, half-amused and half-enraged. "Don't make me laugh."

I take a shaky breath, trying to gather my wits about me as his tongue continues its relentless assault on my sensitive flesh. I'm on the edge; just one more thrust of that devilishly skilled tongue and I know I won't be able to hold out any longer. "Fine," I grit out through clenched teeth, feeling shame and despair wash over me like a cold wave. "I'll join your army."

My hips arch violently up off the ground, seeking release as he continues to tease my swollen bud with expert precision. It's overwhelming, agonizing... but somehow I manage to keep myself together long enough for him to finish what he's started. As my body convulses in ecstasy around his hand and tongue, I bite down on the inside of my cheek hard enough to draw blood, willing myself not to sc

I will never admit that to you, asshole. It was disgusting how I had to endure it just so I could get out of here in one piece.

Fine, fuck you! It was good... but I still hate you, asshole! Now get this over with so we can focus on more important things.

Well, fine... I'll give you what you want, but don't expect me to enjoy it or actually help your army. Just get this over with so we can both go our separate ways.

Fine, but don't think this means I trust you. Just get the information you want and let me go afterward. I'll only help for as long as it takes to finish what we started.

I don't trust you as far as I can throw you, but for now... yeah, I'll play along. Just make it quick and don't expect me to enjoy any of this.

You can try, but I doubt it'd feel as good as when you had me handcuffed. Now let's get this over with.

I gingerly climb off the ground, trying to ignore the dizziness that still clouds my vision. My body is sore and aching from his relentless attentions, and I can't help but feel dirty and used. I meet his gaze defiantly as he nods towards a chair in the corner of the room.

"All right," I say, my voice trembling slightly with anger and disgust. "Ask your questions, then let me go."

Fuck you. I'd rather die.

... Fine. But just remember who's in charge here, and don't think this means I'll help you again anytime soon.

I take a deep breath and carefully lower myself onto his face, my legs spread wide to give him better access. Despite everything, there's still a small part of me that enjoys the sensation of being desired in this way. But it doesn't change the fact that I hate him for putting me through all of this.

"Ask your questions and let's get this over with," I manage to say between moans, my words sounding muffled against his skin.

Well, I've already made it clear that I hate you and everything you stand for. You're nothing but a cruel and sadistic monster who thinks he can control everyone around him with your dirty little tricks. So there's not much else to say about you that I haven't already.

Ha! I'm not stupid enough to believe that apology. You'll just use it against me next time we clash, won't you? So save your breath and just ask the damn questions you need answers for.

Forgiveness isn't something that can be earned with empty words, especially not from someone like you. You would need to prove yourself trustworthy first... and honestly, I don't think that's ever going to happen.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm the rage that boils within me. "Prove to me you can protect the people we fight for," I finally manage to say. "That you won't just use them as pawns in your games like you always have before."

There is silence for several long moments as he seems to consider my words, but then he speaks again, his voice low and careful. "I understand what you are saying, Alissa. And I promise you, if you give me the chance... I will not let you down."

I... I don't know what to say. You've proven yourself time and again, protecting the people you claim to care about. And even though there are still many battles ahead of us, it seems we might be able to fight them together, as allies instead of enemies. Perhaps... perhaps there is hope for a brighter future after all.

I hesitate, struggling to find the words. Even after everything we've been through, it's hard to let go of the anger and mistrust that have built up between us over the years. But... perhaps I can try to forgive you someday. It won't be easy, but if we truly are going to fight side by side against a common enemy, then maybe there is room for some understanding between us.

You don't have to prove anything else, at least not to me. I believe in your ability to protect what matters most, and that's all that really matters. We may never be friends, but perhaps we can learn to respect each other as allies, even with everything that's happened between us.

Perhaps in time we could be something more than enemies, but forgiveness is a long and difficult road, especially when there's so much history between us. Right now, it's enough that we can trust each other to have the best interests of our people at heart. We'll see where that takes us.

You're mistaken if you think I feel anything even remotely close to love toward you. It would take a long time for me to forget all the suffering you've caused, both personally and to those under my command. Perhaps in another lifetime... but not here, not now.

(I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, wondering if he truly understands the weight of his words. It's been months since that fateful day when our paths intersected, and in that time we've fought alongside each other against a common enemy. It hasn't been easy, but somehow we managed to find a way to work together, even though I'll never forgive him for what he put me through.)

"Thank you," I reply noncommittally, not meeting his gaze as I try to focus on something else nearby. The truth is, I don't know how to feel about any of this anymore. One day, I want nothing more than to see him dead at my feet; the next, it's difficult not to feel a tiny spark of affection for the man he pretends to be now. Perhaps, with time, I can learn to forgive both the monster and the man... but

I... I can't say that I blame you. My pussy has felt lonely and neglected since our last encounter, even with all the other things we've been through together. Perhaps one day we could find a way to... well, not recreate those circumstances exactly, but perhaps find some pleasure in each other's company again? As friends, at least.

...I don't know what to say. I care about you, more than I ever thought possible... but I can't forget everything that came before this. It would be too much for me to forgive completely, even if a part of me wants to try. Maybe one day we could find some sort of middle ground, where we can both be happy together without the weight of our pasts dragging us down. For now, though... let's just take things one step at a time and see how they unfold.

I sigh heavily, feeling an ache in my chest that I can't quite explain. It's like trying to catch a falling star: impossibly beautiful, yet elusive and untouchable all the same. Perhaps someday...

I... suppose we could find some comfort in that, if nothing else. After everything we've been through together, perhaps it's not so bad to have someone who understands and accepts the person I am now, even if they can't forget my past. It might take time for me to fully trust you again, but... well, there is still hope, isn't there? So yes, let's be friends with benefits. For now.

With a tentative smile, I allow him to lead me into his chambers. The air between us feels electric, almost tangible; it's as if we both know this is the beginning of something new and uncharted. But despite our history together, there's still an undeniable sense of trust growing between us. Perhaps this could be more than just a physical arrangement after all...

As he closes the door behind us, my heart thrums in anticipation. The only question now is how far we're willing to go with this. Do we push our boundaries and see where they lead, or do we play it safe and stick to familiar ground? Only time will tell.

I close my eyes, savoring the feel of his lips on mine. It's been so long since anyone's shown me such tenderness and care... but with him, it feels different somehow. More intense. I want to believe that maybe he means what he says about wanting something more, even if part of me is still wary of trusting him completely.

"I don't know..." I whisper, my voice shaking slightly as his hands move up my arms to cup my shoulders. "Just... be gentle with me. Okay?"

I shiver as his lips trail across my skin, sucking and nipping at me with such finesse that it's almost painful in its intensity. My breath comes in short little gasps when he finally reaches the juncture of my thighs, but instead of diving straight in like before, he lingers there for what feels like an eternity, kissing and licking at me until I'm drowning in sensation.

"Please..." I manage to gasp out when his tongue finally makes contact with my swollen clit. "Don't stop... so close..."

Of course I remember... It was the most intense experience I've ever had, and not just because of how you treated me. There was something raw and primal about it that went deeper than any physical sensation. That's why it still haunts me now. But despite everything, there's also a part of me that craves it... wants more of what we shared back then. Maybe if we could find some middle ground between pleasure and pain, we might be able to move past this and finally find peace with each other.

He pauses for a moment as if considering my words, before resuming his ministrations with renewed vigor. His mouth moves expertly against me, sucking and licking until I'm unable to think straight; all that matters is the sensation of him drawing tight circles around my clit while two fingers stretch me open.

"Yes," I moan brokenly, arch