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He nods as I puncture his skin again, this time it is just saline. I need him calm and willing to answer me, not suspicious or else the drugs won’t have the maximum effect.
In order for the drug to be successful in making him tell the truth, he has to feel calm, he has to open up his mind to believe he’s in a safe space. So, I take my time piercing the skin around his shoulders and back with some acupuncture needles. He groans as I strategically place them and offer him praise to keep him comfortable.
After a few minutes, his face starts to flush, indicating that the drugs are starting to take effect, which means it’s showtime.
“Can you tell me your name?” I ask in a whisper right by his ear, causing a shudder to rack through his body.
“R-Roberto A-Andreev.” His face scrunches in surprise that he actually gave me that answer.
“Such a good boy, telling me the truth.” I scrape a nail down his cheek to distract him and move on to the next question.
“Can you tell me who you work for, Roberto?”
For a brief moment, the wrinkles in his face slacken before he goes on high alert. He lets out a shaky breath as I observe his trembling hands. This is a moment where I understand that look Havoc gets in his eyes, right before he’s about to get his way. This feeling of control is addicting.
“Semantic Global.” I watch his tongue fight to say more as he attempts to hold back. “W-Why? What did you do to me?”
“I need some answers, and you’re going to give them to me because you want to make me happy.” I tug on a needle in his back, making him groan. “You want to make me happy, don’t you, Roberto?”
“Y-yess, ma’am.”
I pat his head and stand to my full height, towering above him. “So, so good for me.”
“Do you know who your boss really is, Roberto?”
His hands jerk, trying to get free. I remove the crop from the wall and land a hit to his chest. Roberto lets out a sharp hiss at the stinging contact.
“Your Domme asked you a question. I suggest you answer.”
His breaths come in short spurts again as he tries to loosen the tie around his eyes.
“Wh-, who are you?”
I land another hit, right over the needles still poking out of his skin. He’s going to die anyway, so I’m not too worried about the damage caused here.
His back arches in response, but to my surprise it’s not one of pain. I can see his erection growing in his boxers. His list said he was very into pain and needleplay, but I underestimated his limits.
I lift my foot and press it into his growing length, my stiletto heel pushing into his balls until he yelps in pain.
“I asked you a question, Roberto. I can assure you that making me angry is not in your best interest.”
“Yes. Valentina!” he screams as I press further–until I’m sure blood is going to appear.
I stop before that happens though. I’m not one to make a mess when I get my answers. I don’t need to.
“That’s much better.” I take a cloth from the dresser and wipe his forehead that’s now shiny with sweat. “It’s so much better when you do as you’re told, isn’t it?”
He nods his head and begins to cry. I know it’s not him, it’s the drugs. He will likely be close to passing out soon, but I need more from him.
“Why are you doing this?” he asks between sobs.
Okay there, buddy, get a grip.
“Because I’ve heard you’ve been a very bad boy.”
He continues to cry until he slouches forward, his energy zapped from the way his brain has been thrown into overdrive.
“Tell me what you do for Valentina.”
