The moment he heard the unfamiliar voice, Bonucci reacted at once. One hand swiftly moved toward the alarm button beneath the desk, while the other reached for his waist.
Had those damned old nobles finally decided to make a move against him?
That thought flashed through his mind before a burst of searing pain overwhelmed his senses. The figure beneath the dark green cloak moved even faster, and a blinding arc of electricity streaked past, leaving half of Bonucci's body numb.
The mysterious intruder calmly removed the pistol from the prime minister's waist. A steel arm clamped around his neck and dragged his slightly bloated body into the adjoining rest room of the study as though hauling a stray dog.
"Tut, tut. What refined taste..."
Doom saw the many BDSM implements hanging on the walls. Handcuffs, ball gags, whips, and the like were merely child's play; there were also various sadomasochistic toys he had never heard of or seen before. It seemed that Latveria's prime minister never forgot to add some spice to his life while attending to affairs of state.
Doctor Doom, draped in a dark green cloak, took down a cat-o'-nine-tails and examined it in his hand. His hollow gaze fell upon the prime minister, who had been thrown onto the soft bed, before the whip cracked across Bonucci's body.
Unlike the prime minister's usual BDSM amusements, Doom was anything but gentle. Before the cat-o'-nine-tails became widely used as a pleasure device, it had been used for flogging. European fleets during the Age of Sail generally did not carry dedicated execution whips, so they improvised, making the condemned person cut off a section of rope, unravel its front end while leaving the rear intact. The unravelled end became the lash, while the rear served as the handle.
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