While on the crucifix in the torture room, Wander begged his tormentor to stop.

With each passing minute, however, Hater increased the power of the zap, which he pumped jerkily through his victim's emaciated body.

"Why is it never enough for you? Too many creatures have suffered because of you! And what do you want from me?!" - he screamed

"I've always had a thing for your flesh. Tell ya what, I'll open you up," Hater said with measured determination as he placed the blade against Wander's lower abdomen.

The sudden rapid pace of breathing forced the painful gasps to be weaker and more desperate. Worrying is a way to avoid recognizing your own helplessness.

"But I want to hear you scream. Just killing you would be...unsatisfying," Lord uttered, returning the knife to the tool table with a metallic clink.

Wander is shivering and crying quietly time after time. He can already imagine how many innocent lives have been stolen right on this very spot.

"I love how vulnerable you are in this position. How weak and defenseless you are. Grop, look at you! I've made a flimsy, aroused messout of you. If only I could afford to do the same with your bones, grinding them into insignificant dust... But we'll get to that later, buddy," said Lord Hater with a laugh.

Threats act like watchdogs who have received clear orders: they cause anxiety, that cannot be ignored. Oddly enough, the threat isn't the worst part.

A metal expander was inserted into Wander. A tool of imposing size looked dangerous. Consciousness, which had gone into survival mode, jumped from memories to assumptions, in an attempt to find some way out or at least slow things down a bit. Thus arose a question that probably sounded crazy in such a situation.

- "H-how did you know what part of my body I had..." Wander looked away and lowered his head, "..down there? Where'd you get those kinds of instruments? And what for?"

- "Oh, it's just, you know," Hater stepped back a little, hiding his eyes, "I simply had those. I mean, it was all here from the start. And besides," his voice grew louder and more confident, "this is a torture room! And I can use whatever I want, however I want."

The wanderer could have just nodded or answered, but he remained silent, choosing to wait a few seconds as if he already knew something. He's dealt with various villains in the past and seems to have a knack for recognizing others, listening in such a way that the person he's talking to doesn't have a chance to stop the flow of their story.

- "Yeah, okay, all right, I've been stalking you! How do you think you and Sylvia ended up so close to my conquerings? By pure coincidence?! I've searched the entire intergalactic web to find out as much as I can about you. I've hired investigators, spies, assassins... You have no idea how many hours of sleep I've lost because of you!"

- "Hatey, you could always talk to-"

- "I told you NOT TO CALL ME THAT! You never really understand anything," a strange picture suddenly flashed: the skull had taken on a faded look, the lights in his eyes had grown dim, "no one understands."

The dilator lever system moved squeakily.

Wander's distorted painful scream echoed through the room.

"Not so friendly now, huh? What will they be calling you now? A farewell over yonder? Well, only if you still will be able to walk to any yonder after this." - With gnashing teeth, the Lord scoffed.

Wander shuddered as he felt the viscous, cool liquid flowing over his belly and spreading even lower. This time two fingers were getting involved.

The thrusts inside were accompanied by waves of cramps, leaving a...sweet heaviness... oh no, please no! I don't want this. I don't like this. Not one bit, not at all! Then why am I reacting like this...?

Hater led changing pace and intensity, quenching the craving for all the piercing sounds he could cause. Hovering and gripping Wander's wrists in leather shackles, Lord sped up the tempo. Leaning closer to his victim, he began to leave passionate marks on the desirable, defenseless body, while Wander's weeping eyes rolling from sensory overload begged for only one thing...

"P-please no more!" - said Wander, gasping for air

Pleasure filled every fiber of his being, keeping his thoughts from working.

Why does it feel so...good? I'm an immoral idiot for wanting this! This is torture, and I'm acting like I need him.

"Ahhh, Hatey~"

If I do survive, I'll never look in the mirror. And I'll stop talking. Forever. Or better yet, disappear. I'm disgusting and dirty.

The frantic speed that made Wander breathless was bringing him closer to climax.

"Arrival at Virmus-97 established," blasted from the loudspeaker

A muffled knock occurred on the torture chamber door.

- Sir! Sir! This will be our greatest victory yet! With this planet, we will finally secure our position at the top of the villain rankings. Please come here, we'll never have a better time to attack than now.

- DO NOT DISTRACT ME!

Suddenly, Lord's apparent determination to stay was gone, and the corners of his mouth lifted noticeably.

- I'll be right there.

- All right, sir, I'll meet you at the main exit.

- Yeah, great.

- Okey Wander, it's been fun having fun, I'm going to go kill a bunch of simple-minded inhabitants with all their historical heritage and enslave their leader. Fun fact, this planet is central to the local space agglomeration and I don't think the entire communication system of planets that depend on this one will go unscathed. Many will lose crucial resources and then their homes and families and all that. Too bad you won't be able to stop me!

- N-no! NO! Don't touch them! There are shelters for the wounded and supplies and- forget it. Just don't go, please.

- What are you talking about? You begged me to leave you alone, didn't you?

- Yeah, but I can't let millions die because I couldn't save them.

Hater walked toward the door

- I will save them at ANY cost! I'll do whatever you want. Kill me, but promise not to hurt others, they didn't deserve it.

- There's a massive hole in your "omnibenevolent" plan. I've already got a line of planets in my route. This one doesn't even compare to the ones already on course.

- If you need me, then...take me. Do whatever you want with me. Stay here...with me.

- Forever?

- W-what?!

- Well, actually, I've spent my entire career capturing planets. Every day, all my life. Think of all the damage I could still do. So which one is it? You or them?

— ...me. F-forever. But only if you stop-

- Deal!

Lord returned to the crucifix with a victorious expression on his face, while the Wander was ready to pass out.

- You're shaking. You sure as hell want to get off, huh?

I'd rather be destroyed. But my body wants you to finish me to the last drop.

Hopefully, that will kill me.

Gently inserting his fingers, his tormentor let loose a final charge that made Wander peak, letting out a long, loud moan, giving in to spasms and physical ecstasy.

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