The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 160: His Wicked Torture

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"K-Kraven." Isadora’s voice came off sleepy and shaky. She tried to understand the situation but it was clear he had tied her up when she was asleep.

"I’m not happy, love. You know why?"

"No," she mumbled softly, her eyes trained on him as her heart thundered painfully.

"First... let’s start with this," he began, tilting his head. "Do you know why I tied you up?"

Isadora swallowed a lump in her throat, her mind searching for why he would do this. But she couldn’t focus because of the intensity of his aura that shook terror through her, it was the scent of death mixed with raw lust.

She was exposed under his ardent gaze—naked and tied up on his bed.

"I don’t want to repeat myself."

"Y-You tied me so that I wouldn’t leave."

Kraven gave a thoughtful expression, taking a sip from his cup. "Maybe, maybe not."

"Then why?!" she demanded, pondering what could possibly make him subject to this.

"Because you let your guard down..."

"W-What?"

"You should’ve kept the dagger close," he said through clenched teeth.

Realization struck Isadora hard. "I-I-I..." Her words were a mess as they tried to form.

Guilt gnawed at her greatly. Kraven had fought so hard to keep his thirst at bay and she took advantage of the situation. She took advantage of his weakness.

However, Isadora couldn’t help it because watching him hold her as he fell asleep, she yearned for something she never thought she could want.—the need to caress him.

"Well?"

His gravelly voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"You’re angry because I let my guard down."

"Yes."

"B-But you were too!" she defended.

"That’s where you’re wrong, Isadora," Kraven said, a dark edge to his tone. "I’m never vulnerable, always think that way."

What did he expect her to do then? Stab him while he slept? The mere thought of hurting him made her heart ache.

She was clearly losing her mind but she was more angry at him but chose to keep it in and not make her situation worse than it was. "You made your point... untie me."

Kraven smirked and uttered one word that sent rage through her body. "No."

Isadora exploded before she could stop herself. "You were very sweet when you were weak, now you’re just plain cruel!"

"Was I?" He laughed. "Sweet? I’ll admit I was feeling a little bit lightheaded and not thinking clearly."

"Kraven!" She growled, tugging on the ropes as the thick bind squeezed into her skin more.

"Careful darling, you’ll hurt yourself."

She exhaled sharply as her movement stilled but then her heart thundered heavily against her chest when he rose to his full height, eating the entire room with his presence.

Isadora panicked more as he strode gracefully to the side of the bed, eyes drinking every sight of her like it was the first time he had come across such a view.

Isadora got embarrassed by the intensity scrutinizing her, she could only imagine what was going on through his head was not meant for the faint-hearted.

Eager to protect herself from his crushing attention, she placed her knees together but it was only a foolish move when she was already completely exposed.

"I told you I would recreate the scene of tying you up, in my way."

Goosebumps rose on her skin as he stretched out his hand, gripping the wooden cup before slowly tilting it.

"Have you heard of water torture?"

"W-Water torture?"

He chuckled deeply. "In this case let’s call it the ale torture."

Fear spiked Isadora’s body, it didn’t matter what it meant, just the word torture got her mind racing beyond comprehension. She feared for her life knowing about the activities he does when he’s bored.

Is he bored right now? Was he planning on torturing her to death? Drowning her?

"Do you trust me, darling?" he mused, licking his lips, loving her futile squirms and the scent of her fear. "Judging from the look in your eyes... I guess the answer is no but let’s test that theory shall we?"

"W-Wait, K-K-Kraven..." She turned away awaiting something brutal, tears slipping under her eyelashes.

However, she felt something cold dripping onto her lower abdomen. Snapping her eyes open, she turned and found his cup tilted slightly, causing little drops to her skin.

’What is he doing?’

Confusion drowned her gaze as he moved the drips to her chest, lingering there. The sensation of gentle taps against her skin caused little quakes each time it made contact.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

He circled it around her nipples, prompting the sensitive skin to harden, her breath shuddering.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

She bit her bottom lip, as heat pooled in her stomach, finding its way to her core.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Kraven moved it further to her neck causing her to flinch, her throat moving in a thick gulp.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

He continued the process to her chin causing her lips to part and some of the taste met her tongue.

The burning sensation caused Isadora’s body to spring alive, the taste of Fae ale was always divine because it was meant to be teasing and just when you got close to deciphering it you aimed for more.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The soft taps moved to her nose, between her eyes until they stopped on her forehead.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Kraven stayed in that position as the drops of the ale continued to tap against her forehead.

At first, there was no cause for distress because she had expected something far worse than this. There was a fleeting relief but as seconds passed he had not moved from that position.

A minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Four minutes.

More minutes passed.

Isadora’s anxiety grew with each drip, inducing continuous flinching from her body.

Kraven chuckled deeply as his desired reaction was finally dragging its way out of her delicate body.

"It’s a simple technique aimed to get desired reactions from the body. It’s unpredictable because of the drops, combined with immobility, making the victim feel trapped and anxious by the pending minutes."

His voice was low, dripping with amusement. "This is my sweet torture for you, darling. Take it like a good girl."