“Every time I see you, I want to shove my gun into your narrow crotch and stir it around.” Click, the ominous sound of metal echoed between her legs as the monster smiled grimly and whispered sweetly in her ear. “Don't worry. I won't ruin your womb. You have to bear the offspring of the pig of the monarchy you hate.” *** “Sally, you smell good.” Leon Winston, a captain with the vulgar monster hidden beneath the refined skin of a noble. He was a pathetic dog who only got aroused by the smell of blood from the maids in the torture chamber. But the moment her name came out of the mouth of the revolutionary spy along with a scream, he became a pathetic dog who lusted after the spy. “I couldn't bring myself to hurt a good girl, but now I don't have to hold back anymore. Thank you, Sally.” When Leon Winston shed his noble's skin… “No, Grace.” Grace asked herself. When I was a child, did I meet a monster, or did I create one? In the end, she had to engage in a disgusting deal with the enemy to protect the revolutionaries. “Beg me.” “Ugh, harder, please.” Every time she pathetically begged for her life from the enemy, she vowed. Someday, I'll make you miserable. Beg me then. All you'll get is regret.