Leopold's playroom was completely outfitted to perfection according to his preferences. Whatever he wanted and required was present here. Every once in a while, some cleaning would be required, but his personal staff was trained to take care of those things.
The room was completely self-sufficient for someone to live in for weeks on end. If Leo so desired, he could stay in this room for weeks and toy with Ingrid without any issues. There was even a freshwater supply and food storage in this room which was regularly stocked up by the servants.
Leo looked over at Ingrid and decided to clean her up first. He pulled a lever at the side of the cross that she was tied up to and there was a whirring sound as the cross got detached from the wall. He grabbed the handle at the side of the cross and brought her to a specific section of the room that was separated by a glass panel. He pushed her into the area and followed after her, discarding his clothes in the process.
True to his usual habits, he turned on the shower at the coldest setting and was blasted with ice-cold water on his skin. He always took cold showers since they helped him clear his mind. But he still enjoyed staying in the shower for a long time. It helped him think better.
He was taking a shower again because he hadn't had much time before as he was in a hurry to meet with his father. Now that he had the time, he was going to enjoy his shower. Especially since he had a girl with him to torment. He was going to make her regret targeting him. Then again, if Stockholm Syndrome is any good, she would eventually be glad that she targeted him.
'Who the hell was Stockholm, anyway?' Leo thought absently, 'Shouldn't it be Solomon Syndrome if we go by the rumors of his habits…' He laughed inwardly.
After a few minutes, he grabbed the shower head that was spewing water on him and pulled it out of its clasp, it doubled as a hand shower that could be managed manually. He then pointed the shower head at Ingrid, drenching her with ice-cold water.
"Ahh!" She screamed as she woke up angrily, about to curse loudly, but she felt extreme irritation from her sensitive bits and couldn't move her hands and feet. Not even looking at Leopold, she started struggling with her bonds while screaming in pain.
Leopold didn't care about it and kept blasting her with the cold water. A minute or so later, she seemed to have gotten numb to the cold water, so he stopped. A few more seconds later, her struggles also died down and she finally looked at the face of the person who was blasting her naked body with extremely cold water.
"Leo?" She said with surprise in her tone as the events of the day came back to her. Going by the momentary dread that flashed in her eyes, she knew that she was in deep trouble.
"Hi, Ingrid. How are you feeling?" He asked with a smile as he moved closer to her.
"I'm in pain, Leo… Please let me go…" She instantly played the begging card and looked at him with pleading puppy dog eyes. She'd quickly realized her situation and acted accordingly, wanting nothing more than to survive.
Leo laughed a little at her attempt to rouse pity in him, "You look so cute. I almost want to let you go just from your look alone." He said as he caressed the side of her face. He enjoyed the look in her eyes that conveyed her relief. He was going to have a lot of fun sucking out that hope from her eyes.
"Almost." He smiled as his fingers ran through her hair.
"Leo, please. I was forced--" She started speaking and trying to give him excuses, but he wasn't interested in hearing them. So he pressed on her collar and instantly, her voice stopped being heard. She was still speaking, but her vocal cords weren't making any noise.
"This little thing is something from the time of Solomon. The founder of our duchy. He was said to be the most lecherous man in the world at that time. And I can agree. The guy left a literal set of ten magical slave collars for his descendants and even the method to make more — albeit a lower quality than the originals. These little things have so many functions…" He liked seeing the look of despair that was in Ingrid's eyes right now. But this was just a temporary look. He was far from being done with what he wanted to do.
"Let's get you properly cleaned up now." He said as he turned on the hand shower again. By now, her body had gotten warm enough to be thoroughly affected by the cold water again.
His first target was her bloody and abused womanhood which was extremely sensitive after her actions from the previous night. And it wasn't the good kind of sensitive. As the cold water hit her in her most private part, she screamed as it felt like she was being burned and felt horrible pain. She was only fine due to being an Adept, otherwise, she would've fainted by now. He did the same with her sensitive bloody nubs on her chest.
The cleaning process was as invasive as it could get, as he invasively touched her all over, cleaning her in a more intrusive way than even she herself had ever done.
Since he was going to use her as his toy, he would keep her maintained in the best condition. He was just taking advantage of her current situation to inflict a large amount of pain initially. It would cement his place as a so-called scary figure in her mind, then he would slowly work with that.
At the same time, he decided to see what effect his Lvl 1 Lust Magic had on her. He mentally thought about increasing her arousal as he was touching her body. And he felt himself getting slightly more tired as if his stamina was being consumed. A light flush appeared on Ingrid's pale cheeks as she immediately felt the effects of Leo's actions.
As he was toying with her, he experimented even more with using Lust Magic on her and understood the maximum effects that he could have on someone with the ability at Lvl 1. For now, he could manipulate the recipient's feelings and what they were experiencing in a specific moment, but the drawback was that he would have to be touching the person.
After a series of tests and seeing her reactions to those tests, he started getting sluggish. That made him realize that his stamina was the fuel that was allowing him to use the ability, 'It's because I don't have any mana, I guess my stamina is being used as the substitute,' He thought.
Finally, he decided to give her a little bit of respite after putting her through such horrible searing pain.
…
Ingrid was feeling terrible. Initially, it was just pain and burning. But halfway through the process, it started morphing into weird sensations that she was feeling all over her body. The sensation of the cold water that had stopped being as torturous started affecting her even more at some points, and at some moments, she couldn't feel anything, as if she'd grown numb.
Sometimes, she would feel pleasure when he blasted her wounds with the painfully cold water and sometimes, the pain would be amplified to a crazy level.
And the worst part was that she couldn't even say anything. She was trying to scream her lungs out, but all that led to was her open mouth which looked to be begging for his cock. She was completely humiliated today and she didn't know what was going on with her body.
Soon, She felt him blasting her core with the cold water again and screamed with the pain, but somehow, that pain kept momentarily morphing into pleasure.
At the same time, she felt him playing with her sore nubs that were in so much pain. She should've been feeling nothing but pain from his touch which was so rough. But slowly the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her and she let out another silent scream before releasing her juices under the shower, drenching her wounded core in even more salty juices that sent her into a spiral of more pain.
After a while, everything calmed down and she couldn't help but look at Leo with a conflicted expression. He used to be the target of her obsession for so long and she'd already given up on him. Then she'd decided to kill him so that no one else could have him either, destiny played a cruel prank on her.
She was now in his possession, as no more than a toy to be played with. She didn't know how to feel about this. She was going through a multitude of emotions but the most prominent one was apprehension. She didn't want to be subjected to such cruel torture for her whole life. It wasn't just the pain that she'd felt, it was the psychological feeling of being completely under his control that was affecting her more than anything.
She noticed some traces of exhaustion on his face too but couldn't understand how he was exhausted from this, 'Maybe he's still tired from what happened…' She thought. She had tons of questions for him about what happened at that time. But being unable to speak, she had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted to her. Her protests were inaudible, and her struggles were fruitless due to the collar that was suppressing her aura.
"Let's get you healed up, now." He said as he unclasped her from the cross and held her in his arms gently, giving her a momentary illusion that he was going to protect her from anything the world could throw at her.
He slowly dried her up with a towel. His touch now was completely different from the rough touch when he'd been tormenting her. He was treating her like a fragile thing that would break with the slightest rough action.