Catherine's POV

"Hmm~" Lancaster whimpered, trembling as sweat instantly covered his skin under the white cloth restraints.

I couldn't deny the twisted satisfaction I felt watching him struggle, especially when he was bound like that. If my nails pushed a slight twist in his wounds, he would convulse in pain.

Perhaps reaching the threshold of agony, he surprisingly laughed. I arched an eyebrow, observing Lancaster trying to control his breath and enduring the pain as he stared at me through the ...