After Werther tore off all Koala's clothes, she stopped staring at him. She squeezed her eyes shut, her long lashes trembling.
"Sabo, I'm sorry."
Tears slid down Koala's cheeks.
"You don't think I'm going to do something to you, do you? Girl, you've got the wrong idea."
Werther took out a strip of black cloth and tied it around Koala's head, covering her eyes.
"Whatever you're planning, I won't give in. Even if you take my body, you'll never defile my soul."
Werther, busy setting something up, glanced at Koala in amusement.
"What kind of logic is that? With women, the body is all I need. Who cares about the soul?
"Love is the least trustworthy thing in the world. What people call love is just two people's greed for each other. Strip it down, and it's only a feeling. Once that feeling passes, all that's left is emptiness."
Werther wasn't lecturing Koala. He was leading her somewhere.
The information Koala held was important, so he wouldn't use any of the more "brutal" interrogation methods for now.
Interrogation was an art. Someone who had truly mastered it didn't need to harm the subject's body at all.
Pain was just another sensation, though it produced results the fastest. That was why he used it so often.
With her eyes covered, Koala was clearly growing nervous. She was only pretending to be calm.
A powerful enemy had captured her, stripped her naked, and exposed her body before him. It was almost more than Koala could bear.
Werther took out a waterskin and thought for a moment, then left the room. When he returned, he was carrying a chair.
He set it in front of Koala and sat down.
Holding the delicate little knife in one hand and the waterskin in the other,