How could one describe a stretch of time that felt unbearably long...?
Only a short time had passed, yet Miss Ray felt as though she had endured longer than she could remember. Under sensations she could no longer distinguish as pain or pleasure, her consciousness gradually blurred before finally sinking into complete darkness.
Tickling the soles of someone's feet with a feather hardly sounded like a cruel punishment, but only those who had experienced it knew that it was no less terrifying than driving steel needles beneath their fingernails.
One tormented through pure pain; the other through a mixture of sensations.
Especially after drugs were used to heighten the body's sensitivity, very few could endure it.
Yet even after nearly losing consciousness several times, Miss Ray had held firm and refused to betray her friend. Jonas was quite pleased with that loyalty.
After all, loyalty meant she would not betray him in the future either... in Jonas's eyes, that quality mattered even more than ability.
Besides, Jonas's original plan had never targeted Eudora Ray herself, but that friend of hers...
An unbreakable friendship was always the best leverage. Once one side yielded, the other would not be far behind.
Jonas reined in his wandering thoughts and looked at the girl, who had fallen completely unconscious, her cheeks still flushed. He shook his head helplessly.
Part of the girl's clothing was soaked with sweat, and an unexplained wet patch had appeared beneath her chair.
The sensitivity-enhanced version of Tickle was not something an ordinary person could withstand. For her to have held out this long, even Jonas had begun to admire Miss Ray's willpower.
He stood up, found Smuel's contact, and called him.
About two minutes later, the door opened, letting a sliver of light into the dim room.
Smuel stood