[Episode 44] #10 Captured hero and brainwashing hypnosis interrogation (3)

Before leaving the room, the club placed a strange necklace around its neck.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an ordinary leather dog collar.

From what I heard, it seems like a bomb was planted.

"There are other functions besides that. "It's Miss Dorothy's invention, the one you tried to kill."

The chief of staff said that with a smile and operated the remote control in his hand.

"Ouch… ?!"

Then, all of a sudden, it started to crackle! The current flows through the whole body,

My body, which I barely managed to stand up, soon fell down again.

Among its various functions, there is one that delivers an electric shock like this.

It was only a brief electric shock, but my mind felt dizzy and my eyes seemed to flash.

"town… Big… Ugh… ."

Fuck!

You damn bitch.

Even though I wanted to curse so much, my tongue wouldn't follow suit.

Shhh...

The electric shock must have loosened my urethra, so I fell down and was rude.

The feel of the warm liquid running down her thighs and soaking the floor made Club feel as if her dignity was being mercilessly trampled upon.

Even if you want to stop, your body ignores the club's will and just twitches without any strength.

"Oh my, that's ugly. "You sloppy urinator."

"I'll kill you… I'll throw you away…!"

I was about to sit down on the floor and look up at the villain in front of me with hateful eyes.

As if urging him on again, the staff member gently stepped on and rubbed the club's dirty crotch with his foot.

Huh... Ugh...

Feet were freely ravaging the groin, and in addition, words of ridicule and contemptuous criticism were heard from right above.

He threatens to completely trample, humiliate, and destroy the club.

I'm not that soft-hearted enough to shed tears like that, but

The fearful irritation and hatred that one day I would kill this woman by tearing her limbs apart were clearly engraved in my mind.

Although the reverberations of the electric current that flowed through my body and head remain,

Nevertheless, the club gritted its teeth and stood up, saying it could no longer bear the humiliation.

Guts at any time and at any moment.

Even if he was caught by the villain, he encouraged himself by saying that he wasn't the type of person to take it easy.

The club indifferently walked along with the staff member leading him.

It's okay, it's about this much.

The day I decided to become a hero, I was ready to throw away my life anyway.

So there is nothing to be afraid of.

There are things you can do if you are alive.

So, there is absolutely no way for the club to feel discouraged or despair.

'I'll make you regret saving me.'

The club ignited a fire of will within its hearts.

* * *

The place where the club was guided was a space that looked like any pub or bar.

It's not an actual pub, but the interior seems to have been done this way.

The decorations, lighting, wallpaper, etc. that seemed like a waste of money were not extravagant, but at least gave a feeling of sophistication.

"Wow, he slept for quite a long time. "I thought I was going to lose my mind while waiting."

I wasn't even able to properly deal with the rude behavior I had made earlier, and I entered that space with an uncomfortable feeling.

Number 13, wearing an apron, was serving a plate of food.

He is wearing an apron that resembles a Yorkshire terrier.

It suits me so well that I find it strangely irritating.

"Fuck… ."

What is this villain?

Why is the villain wearing something like an apron? .

'… … No, no, villains also have private lives.'

I was so embarrassed that I thought that way, but even villains would eat and cook.

Anyway, I hate to see a villain who I would think of as my archenemy wearing an apron like a housewife... .

"Did you sleep well? Sit there. "Could you please carry the remaining dishes from inside?"

"Yes, No. 13."

The club sat down hesitantly on the chair that No. 13 pointed to with his chin.

There are several plates lined up on the table, each filled with colorful dishes.

It was an unfamiliar and somewhat dazzling sight for a club that usually only ordered food for delivery for one person.

My stomach was in an empty stomach because I had not eaten anything for nearly 20 hours.

It gurgled as if responding to the smell of food that stimulated its appetite.

"hot… ! Ah, no, this is... !"

"I'm just hungry. "I'm going to remove your restraints, so raise your arms."

No. 13, as if he had no caution, cleverly removed the restraints that were binding Club's hands.

But I can't resist because of this necklace in the first place.

Since he threatened to explode immediately if he did something useless, I thought it would be better to wait and see the situation rather than act hastily unless he was prepared to commit suicide.

The staff member finished serving the remaining plates,

No. 13 also took off that tense apron and put it away.

Then, across from the table lined with food, he rested his chin and gazed at the club.

"Did you sleep well? How was that room? My painstaking design? "I ordered this and that for same-day delivery and brought it to you?"

Is this a high level of fucking?

Where did all the effort go into that dusty warehouse room?

Did he intentionally order a pile of dust to be delivered on the same day just to screw me over?

"Where did the effort go into that trash-like warehouse?"

"storage? That's too harsh... ."

No. 13 seemed a little downcast, but

As if he had immediately noticed something, he called his staff.

After talking a few words,

He let out a sigh and lightly squeezed the aide's head.

It seems that it wasn't Number 13's intention for the club to be rolling around with the blanket in that warehouse room.

"But she is the woman who put No. 13 and Miss Dorothy in danger? She's a prisoner? "Isn't No. 13 too soft?"

The staff gave a pouting look as if they were completely dissatisfied with that.

Even in the midst of all this, it can be said that the reason for being angry is not because 'he was treated badly' but 'for the sake of No. 13 and Dorothy.'

"does not matter. "I didn't expect to be treated humanely when I was caught by the villain anyway."

"don't worry. I will take good care of you from now on. Are you hungrier than that? "Let's talk while we eat."

"… Are you afraid that someone will eat the food provided by the villain? "Who knows if it was poisoned or something."

"If I wanted to poison you, I would have stabbed you more than ten times while you were sleeping."

"… … ."

"I'm going to eat with you too, so eat. "Only if you feel confident will you be able to escape from here or do anything."

While the staff member who received the request placed cutlery, wine glasses, and expensive-looking wine in front of each of the two people,

Number 13 looks straight into the club's eyes,

He smiled a dark smile that was hard to tell.

"And—I want to get to know you, Hero."

The club that received that attention was,

For some reason, I felt like I was getting an eerie chill.

* * *

I had no intention of trusting No. 13, but

Anyway, there was no mistake in saying that there was nothing to lose by eating.

If you don't feel confident, you may not be able to seize the opportunity even if it comes.

There… For some reason.

As they listened to No. 13, the club felt something similar to a mysterious magnetic field that seemed to be pulling something from his voice.

You can trust what he says, and you should listen to what he says...

'No, no, that's probably not possible.'

Since I hadn't eaten anything for nearly twenty hours, it seemed like my head wasn't working properly.

I even thought strange thoughts.

Anyway, I thought it was undesirable to remain hungry any longer, so I decided to try the food I had been eating for a while.

Because there is no sin in food. Isn't it a waste to leave it behind?

And when he tasted the shrimp dish with an unknown name that was served in front of him, something similar to shock hit him on the head.

'… … What.'

'It's delicious…' !'

What on earth is it that a dish made by something like a villain is this delicious?

Juicy, bursting shrimp and the flavor of cheese that decorates the outside.

The ecstatic and deep taste that thrills people in many ways fills my mouth so much that I feel like I'm going to pass out.

No, what is it?

Why is it so delicious?

I tried other dishes, but they were all delicious, as if they had been cooked by a top chef.

"I guess you liked it?"

"… … It's noisy."

No, no, no, no.

They say the market is the best side dish.

Since I was on an empty stomach, it was clear that I felt it was very delicious.

There is no way that a dish prepared by a villain or something like that would be delicious.

The club's face, which was trying to relax, was deliberately contorted as if it were annoyed,

I eagerly tasted each and every dish on the table.

It's not that I'm particularly fascinated by the taste of No. 13 or anything like that.

It is an act to somehow replenish vitality and nutrients in this body in order to find an angle for escape.

I repeat this to myself over and over again and concentrate on eating.

There is no particular conversation between the two,

Just the sound of dishes clattering and chewing,

And it seemed as if it wasn't there, but only the BGM with a strangely catchy melody could be faintly heard.

* * *

Even though it was an empty stomach for 20 hours, the club, which tends to eat small meals, ended up leaving more than half of its food behind.

Still, thanks to No. 13, who was eating leisurely together, finishing the rest, the food on the table was completely gone.

When wine was offered to refresh the palate, the club hesitated for a moment but accepted.

'hmm… .'

Although it was a club I wasn't used to drinking wine in, I didn't show any signs of it.

However, I couldn't help but feel dizzy just after drinking one glass.

The staff member who had been watching without eating from the side cleaned the plate.

An empty table, and a hero and a villain sitting across from each other.

No. 13's attitude as he sat down with a wine glass in his hand, but adjusted his posture,

I could read the mood that they were trying to get to the point now.

"We've finished eating, and now I'd like to have a chat, Hero. hmm… "For now, can we just call it a club?"

"… … "You do whatever you want, right?"

"I will. "Then club, how much do you understand about the current situation?"

Not really.

Wouldn't there be nothing to do if you just understand and sleep?

He was defeated by the villain and was dragged into the hideout.

A bomb was planted on a leash, and the power over life and death over this body was already in the hands of the other person.

Originally, the relationship between a hero and a villain would simply be one of killing and killing each other.

However, even though his life is threatened, he is alive and does not die,

Perhaps what they want is――

"I'm still a rookie, so I don't know much about Division 7's secrets. "Trying to interrogate him would be of no use."

"… … ."

At the club's words, No. 13 blinked as if somewhat embarrassed.

… Was there something wrong with my statement?

The club thought back to what he had said, but found nothing strange.

Number 13 held up his hand and said that it was because the answer was different from what he had thought.

"No, you are a woman and I am a man, so we are a man and a woman. "Then I thought you might be thinking in that direction as well."

By that, I guess you mean something like sexual intercourse, also called sex.

Remembering those words, the club let out a dry sigh.

"well. Honestly, I don't have any thoughts. "More than that, I don't think my body is the type that men would like."

If you want to enjoy it, wouldn't you be able to ask this woman, who is still devotedly helping you?

Compared to her staff, she lacks feminine charm, and her height and breasts are small.

Moreover, looking at his excessive loyalty, I wonder if there is any reason to seek him out when he has a beautiful woman by his side who seems to be willing to do anything whenever she asks him to touch her.

With that feeling,

Number 13 scratched his head in embarrassment as the club tried to reply in a dry manner.

I'm not sure what they were thinking, but the club's reaction seemed completely unexpected.

But then he cleared his throat and cleared the air,

I brought up the story again.

――The story to be told from now on was the main point that No. 13 had in mind.