"So," he began, his voice cold and calculated, "Before we continue... I need to know who exactly I'm dealing with. What's your name?"
The maid trembled beneath him, the terror clear in her eyes. She swallowed hard, her voice shaking as she answered, "M-my name... it's Linda. I'm just an ordinary maid, I swear! I only learned invisible magic by luck... from a friend. Luna... Luna sent me to spy on you! She wanted me to report on any weaknesses I found."
Leon raised an eyebrow, amused. "And? Did you find any?"
Linda swallowed hard and hesitated before nodding. "Yes… you, um… laugh pretty weird. And… you go out randomly at night." Her voice trembled as she tried to hold herself together.
Leon chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "Killing you would raise too much suspicion." He pondered for a moment, making Linda's heart race with dread. The silence felt like an eternity before he spoke again. "But I can't just let you go without any... consequences."
The words made her panic. She began to beg, her voice frantic. "Please... don't kill me! I'll do anything!"
Leon's eyes gleamed with a cruel idea. He smiled maniacally as Linda sobbed, terrified. "Anything?" he repeated, savoring the power in his hands.
Linda, desperate to escape her fate, began unbuttoning her maid uniform, her hands trembling. She looked up at him with teary eyes, her voice trembling but resolute. "You... want to ravage my body and make me yours, don't you? Then… come do it!" She pulled her shirt open, exposing her chest, offering herself to him.
For a moment, there was silence. Then, without warning, Leon threw his head back and erupted into a fit of laughter—loud, unrestrained, and echoing through the dreamscape like thunder. His laughter grew louder and louder, reverberating off the walls of the twisted realm, so forceful that it seemed to shake the very air around them. He clutched his stomach, nearly doubling over in amusement.
"HAHAHAHA!" Leon's laughter echoed, wild and maniacal. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes as he wiped them away with a gloved hand. "You serious? That's the best you've got? I laugh weirdly, and I go out at night? That's your brilliant report?"
Linda's face flushed with a mix of confusion and humiliation. She stared up at him, feeling utterly powerless under his mocking gaze. Every word he spoke felt like a dagger to her pride, cutting deeper with each laugh.
Leon finally calmed down, though an amused smirk still played on his lips. He leaned in closer, his face just inches from hers.
"You serious?" Leon shook his head in disbelief, wiping a tear from her eye.
"What fantasy stories have you been reading? Ravage your body? That's the best plan you could come up with?"
"Linda... you've made a grave mistake spying on me. But perhaps..." He trailed off, his smirk widening into a dark grin. "Perhaps you can be useful in other ways."
Linda's breath caught in her throat as terror gripped her. She watched his expression shift from amusement to cold calculation.
Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what he meant by "useful." Desperate to save herself, she blurted out, "P-please! Don't kill me! I'll do anything—anything you want! Just don't kill me!"
Leon sighed, still chuckling. "No, no… I have something much more effective in mind." His voice dropped to a whisper, laced with dark intent. "I'm going to put a curse mark on you. If you ever disobey me, you'll go mute. Then, you'll start feeling ill, and eventually… you'll die. No trace, no suspicion—just a maid who tragically caught some unknown disease. How does that sound?"
Linda's eyes widened in horror as she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can't… can't you just ravage my body instead?" She pleaded, trembling at the thought of the curse. The idea of slow, inevitable death terrified her more than anything else.
Leon paused, considering her request. Then, a twisted smile spread across his face. "Why not both?" he said, his voice dripping with dark amusement.
Linda's face went pale, her body shaking uncontrollably as Leon stepped closer. The nightmare world seemed to close in around her, the torture devices casting long, menacing shadows across the walls.
Leon loomed over her, his eyes locking onto hers with a cold, unrelenting gaze. "Remember," he whispered as he leaned in, "you asked for it, not me."