Nonchalantly, Konrad stood up, stretching his arms and neck while heaving a contented sigh.
He then returned his attention onto the inquisitress whose yearning eyes were still locked on him.
*SMACK*
"AAAAH!"
The blow came out of nowhere. One moment Konrad was still giving the inquisitress a gentle smile, the next he was giving her a violent slap across the right cheek.
Taken by surprise and thrown off balance, she was about to fall onto the ground when he pulled her by the collar and brought her close toward him for another resounding smack across the other cheek.
This time, he let her drop onto the ground.
The inquisitress looked at him with a strange gaze where a mixture of pleasure and pain intermingled. Odd, getting slapped by him felt so natural, so good, yet so painful at the same time. She offered no resistance, feeling that there was no meaning to it.
