Conquering His Cold Heart-Chapter 640 Brutal interrogation

It was rather late in the evening, the stars were pretty much the only thing lighting up the Niflheim base Camp, a time in which most people were starting to rest their eyes. And considering what the Amazonian Beauties had been through it would be normal if they too sought shelter.

However upon seeing their sister boldly make a move on the hunk that was Khuno and even chase them out of the Lord's office so she could privately indulge herself, sleep was the last thing on their minds.

"I'm going to find that cute guard from earlier so you two can make your own way back." The three of them had barely gotten out of the office before Chana decided to ditch them. Seeing Maressa making her move on Khuno got her all hot and bothered, she needed to find an effective release and thus remembered the guard she came across earlier.

Without so much as a wave goodbye Chana dashed off in search of her own hunk leaving Freya and Myrina dazed and confused.

"Ahhh that bitch, come on Freya let's go and find our own partners." Myrina cursed Chana before turning to Freya, quickly striking up a partnership before she could be ditched by her too.

"Un but I get first dibs."

"Ahh just because you're a little stronger and a little older you think you can walk all over me like Chana and Maressa."

"Un!" Freya nodded her head almost instantly with a wide smile on her face. The next moment she was laughing and running away as Myrina chased after her in anger.

It didn't take long for loud seductive moans and tremors to escape from the confines of the Lord's office. A sound that wasn't that uncommon giving how prolific Frost, Daki and Maya were but this time the moans were far more primal, and the shaking was far more prominent.

On occasion a mighty roar filled with pride could be heard as Khuno slammed himself into Maressa, practically crushing her against the walls. There was no delicacy in his nature the lucky woman found herself completely at his mercy, his powerful arms that were akin to steel lifted her legs up and pined them against her breasts as he held her in the air and thrusted upwards.

Every single thrust resulting in a loud slapping sound as his powerful thighs met her large cheeks.

Though she was literally being manhandled by the beast that was Khuno a blissful expression adorned Maressa's face. This was want she wanted, what she needed, what she craved. It'd been too long since she last laid with a man with such destructive power, the satisfaction she felt from being cradled in his arms and thrusted into by his vicious weapon were indescribable.

She found the idea of people being attracted to pretty boys laughable, what was really needed was someone strong, someone who you could launch yourself at and be launched at in return.

Maressa let Khuno have his fun in brutalising her till she was satisfied before swiftly turning the tables and going on the attack. She used her muscular yet supple and flexible body to control the beast between her legs, returning his dominance with far more skill.

By the end of their lust filled encounter Maressa walked out of the Lord's office with a beaming smile on her lips. Her body was feeling refreshed and energised as well as a little sore, but it was a good pain.

"We'll have to do this again sir Khuno. I'm currently staying at the Frosted Lantern, feel free to visit me whenever you want to go for another round." Maressa spoke with great charm before skipping down the road.

"Urgh." There was a distinct groan from the office as she left and a few moments later Khuno exited with a haggard expression though there was an indescribable smile plastered across his lips. He finally understood why his master always had such a rosy complexion and bright smile on his face whenever he and his partners engaged in such activities.

"The Frosted Lantern eh." Khuno noted down where Maressa was staying in his mind, quite keen to engage in that second round she promised.

While Khuno and Maressa engaged in some potent lovemaking and the rest of the Amazonian Beauties found targets to help settle their own cravings Frost unfortunately had to reject Daki's fervent advances, something that he really didn't want to do but needed to.

"I'll catch up with you later on, there's still the issue of interrogation." Frost's smile was quickly replaced with a malevolent expression as he remembered the assassins he had brought to his prison.

"Haaaa very well, I'll entertain myself in the meantime….throw in a few hits for me and Maya."

"Will do, night." Frost kissed Daki on the cheek before teleporting to the specialised prison that had been relocated to the 15th floor for decent sum of DP.

Here several prisoners that had offended Frost and his cohorts were trapped within cruel cells, surrounded by the roars of monsters that wished to do nothing more than tear apart their flesh. This was where Frost sent his so-called criminals. Here they would suffer unspeakable torment until the day they died, milked for every last shred of DP their bodies held.

A few residents of the prison that had been here for quite some time visibly trembled and cowered at the sight of the usually amiable Frost knowing now of his true colours. He was not the brave adventurer who plunged into the depths of the Dungeon and Lord of the base Camp but their jailor, the owner of the Dungeon.

"Findley how are our guests?" Findley had been tasked with setting up the new residents in their new homes. After sealing off the Sleeping Fenrir and arranging for the repairs he supervised their delivery and was just waiting for his master to arrive.

"They're just starting to come to so brace your ears." A few moments after Findley gave warning a loud screech filled with agony reverberated throughout the prison making the other residents squirm as they did their best to ignore the screams. Your journey continues on novelbuddy.com

"Ahhnn music to my ears." Frost disturbingly smiled from ear to ear as he heard the heart wrenching screams of the sapient prisoners making him appear akin to a demonic king, an apparition of evil.

His eyes that were just a few moments ago filled with delight and joy as he interacted with Maressa and her sisters were now stone cold and filled with malice.

With a curt nod to Findley his trusted right hand man stepped into the cells and stuffed the mouths of the assassins dulling their screams, so they'd be able to hear Frost's voice.

Lying within the same large cell were the five assassins who tried to take out Nanna. Their bodies and clothes were drenched in blood and more than a few had parts of their bodies' missing. Nothing life threatening but certainly debilitating and most importantly pain inducing.

Even Kalia who was the apparent leader was no exception, her left leg had been cut off at the kneecap, and the wound singed shut by cold flames resulting in bursts of freezing pain to shoot throughout her body with every movement.

As Findley forcibly stuffed her mouth with some kind of cloth caring not that he knocked out a couple teeth in the process she glared at him and Frost who stood behind him with hatred, wrath and fear. This whole thing was just too weird. The job going wrong and her death she could accept but this was something else entirely.

She knew in her heart that what she was about to endure was going to be akin to hell.

Kalia was desperate to escape somehow, her eyes discreetly looking for weaknesses and for a way out in between her hate filled glares. She also searched the cell marking the injuries of her subordinates as she looked for a certain person. Upon not finding him however she almost imperceptibly let out a sigh of relief, but this minor reaction was noticed by Frost who couldn't help but smile.

"Kalia oh Kalia you really shouldn't expect to escape this place. You and associates dared to attack one of my people so you should have been prepared to suffer my wrath no?"

Though wracked with pain Kalia faced off against Frost with a mysterious courage. Seeing that she wished to talk Frost had Findley remove the cloth.

Phua, Kalia spat out a glob of blood along with a fractured tooth.

"So what now? Are you going to torture us as recompense perhaps hope to gain some intel on who sent us."

"Pretty much, yeah." Frost didn't deny his intentions. His callous words and frigid glare made the assassins shiver. Even with their training hearing the chill in Frost's voice frightened them at their core.

"Do your worst Lord Frost, we assassins of the underworld syndicate do not betray our clients nor the organisation." Though she knew that her escape was likely impossible Kalia would never betray the syndicate, even if it meant she could avoid torture.

As long as their superior the one who was truly in charge of the operation here was still at large there was hope and the mission could still be completed.

"Is that so, I truly wish to test the extent of your resolve." With an evil smirk several ronsos, yuki-onnas, revenants and dwarves appeared from behind Frost and a moment later the assassins were split up and taken to a special gallery where they were to be 'tested'.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!"

"Please no ahhhhhhh!!!"

"Wahhhhh God help me waaah!!!" frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ahhhhhh!"

While Khuno and Maressa enjoyed their evening together Frost and Findley enjoyed the screams and crying of the assassins as their torture teams tore them apart and healed them back up again, truly testing the limits of their resolve.