Chapter 58

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Yeah, big content warning this time, chapter contains: abuse, sadism, violence and more. Read at your own discretion and enjoy the chapter~

The blood-stained pliers finally stopped moving once there were no more teeth left to extract.

Blood splattered across the floor, mingling with scattered white teeth.

Frey tossed the now-useless tool aside, her gaze falling to her blood-soaked hands.

Sweat and Lucia’s blood mingled, drenching her palms in a sticky crimson.

“Ugh… ah… h-heuk…”

Muffled groans escaped Lucia’s mouth, now unable to close properly.

She trembled uncontrollably, coughing up frothy blood.

Her lips and chin were stained a deep red from the endless flow.

All her teeth had been pulled out without anesthesia.

The pain must have been unbearable, evident in her ragged breaths and tear-filled eyes.

Her pitiful appearance only served to fuel Frey’s sadistic urges further.

I didn’t think she’d endure this until the end.

Watching Lucia trembling pathetically in fear of the pliers, Frey had assumed she’d beg for it to stop after just a few extractions.

Yet, to her surprise, Lucia endured stubbornly—right up until there were no teeth left to pull.

“Ugh… hng… h-heuk…”

Frey slipped her fingers into Lucia’s bloody mouth, forcing it open.

Lucia hadn’t activated her super regeneration. No new teeth were growing back, nor were the wounds healing.

Her gums continued to bleed profusely, drenching Frey’s fingers in a mix of saliva and blood.

“Does it hurt? Should I stop?”

“Ugh… ngh…”

Lucia shook her head weakly, tears streaming down her face.

Even as her body flinched each time Frey’s fingers pressed against the raw, exposed gumline, she refused to ask her to stop.

Frey deliberately pressed harder against the wounds.

Lucia’s back arched sharply, a silent scream erupting as sweat and blood pooled and dripped down her chest.

Pulling her blood-soaked fingers out of Lucia’s mouth, Frey watched a red string of saliva stretch and snap.

She licked her fingertips.

The sharp tang of iron filled her mouth.

She had always imagined the taste of blood to be revolting, yet it was surprisingly palatable.

Frey looked down at Lucia, who knelt on the floor, too weak to stand.

The slightest movement from Frey made her flinch like a cornered animal.

Though Lucia was larger in build than Frey, her trembling figure seemed pitifully small.

Despite the unexpected torment, Lucia continued to bear it all in silence.

Unless she found some twisted enjoyment in pain, the only explanation for her endurance was Alice.

Lucia must have genuinely wanted to help Alice.

And Frey was taking full advantage of that resolve.

“Lucia.”

“Ugh… uh…”

Without her teeth, Lucia’s words slurred through her swollen mouth.

Frey caressed her face, smeared with blood and tears.

Her lips and jaw were soaked in crimson, but they couldn’t completely obscure her features.

Pink eyes. Bright golden hair. A face as innocent and pure as a puppy’s.

“It’s working. Thank you for enduring this.”

Frey’s lips curled into a smile.

“So… it’s okay if I take things a bit further, right?”

Lucia hesitated, her trembling gaze meeting Frey’s.

After a moment, she nodded blankly.

Frey wasn’t lying.

Each tooth she had pulled had amplified the heartbeat growing louder in her ears.

Whether it was Alice’s heart awakening or her own pounding with excitement, she couldn’t tell.

“Thank you. I won’t forget this kindness.”

Frey wanted to see.

How far could this kind-hearted girl endure?

How long could she remain so compliant?

She wanted to see her cry.

To see her crumble and whimper like a child.

She wanted to see her beg, pleading desperately for it to stop.

Frey had only acted on her latent violence once before in her life.

That moment when she was born, when she twisted her stepmother’s arm to protect Alice.

It was the first and last time she had unleashed her aggression.

But now, with the right reason and a willing recipient, the restraint she’d always maintained had burned away.

There was no need to hold back.

No need to consider Alice’s feelings.

This was all for Alice’s sake anyway.

The being who had once softened her heart was no longer present to keep her in check.

There was no longer a need to hold herself back or remain docile.

She’s so cute. So beautiful.

Frey grabbed Lucia’s head, holding it still, and kissed her.

The pungent scent and taste of blood filled her senses.

She nibbled gently on Lucia’s plump lips and ran her tongue along the roof of her mouth.

As Frey’s actions escalated, the muffled groans escaping Lucia’s lips deepened with pain.

Her wounded mouth emitted weak sounds as Frey, still tasting the tang of blood, leaned in further.

Without hesitation, Frey pushed Lucia onto the blood-slicked floor.

The wet slap echoed as Lucia collapsed, her body curling instinctively while her toes scrunched against the cold, damp ground.

The inside of her mouth was barren.

Her tongue swept over only soft, tender tissue, the hard enamel that once filled her mouth scattered across the floor.

Frey broke the kiss slowly, her tongue and lips stained crimson.

The metallic scent of blood filled the air, but it neither repulsed nor deterred her.

If anything, it heightened her fervor.

I want to ruin her more. I want to mark her. I want to see tears pool in those wide, innocent eyes.

Frey’s hand cupped Lucia’s swollen cheek, her thumb tracing the reddened, bruised skin.

It felt warm. Soft. Alive.

Her fingers lingered for a moment before they began to trail downwards.

“Mmff?!”

Lucia’s eyes widened in shock as Frey’s hand closed around her throat.

At first, it was just one hand.

Lucia’s hands flew up reflexively, grasping Frey’s wrist as if to pull her off.

But her resistance was weak, almost nonexistent, as if she knew it was futile.

Frey watched her struggle for a moment, savoring the sensation, before bringing her other hand up to join the first, clamping down tightly.

“Grkk… Fr…ey…!”

Lucia gasped out Frey’s name between strained, broken breaths.

She wasn’t fighting back in earnest. It seemed she was still able to endure this much.

But Frey’s smile grew sharper as she increased the pressure on her grip.

Lucia’s gasps turned to choking sounds.

“G-gck… ugh… ack…!”

Her groans grew weaker as her airway closed off entirely.

The quiet, helpless noises drove Frey further into a frenzy.

Her chest thrummed with electric energy that spread through her body, igniting every nerve.

Her throat is soft. So fragile. I can feel her veins. It would take so little effort to snap it.

With just a little more strength, she could break Lucia’s neck.

If it were an ordinary person, that would mean death.

Even the strongest beings couldn’t survive a severed spine.

But Lucia was different.

Her supernatural ability meant she wouldn’t die, even if her neck was broken.

Even if she was decapitated, she would regenerate.

Should I do it?

It wouldn’t take much effort.

Just a bit more pressure, and the satisfying snap of bone would echo in the room.

There would be no consequences.

She could kill Lucia—over and over again.

And still, she wouldn’t truly die.

Her grip tightened, and Frey felt her lips curl into a smile.

A disturbing, twisted grin reflected in the panicked shimmer of Lucia’s eyes.

“Ah…! Grrk—ahhhck…!”

Lucia’s legs kicked wildly, her body convulsing as Frey’s hold tightened further.

The more she struggled, the more Frey’s heart pounded with exhilaration.

Doesn’t this hurt, Alice? Won’t you come out already? Your precious friend is suffering, and you’re just going to keep watching?

Frey’s mind buzzed, her rationality dissolving into the static of primal instinct.

If you won’t show yourself, then I have no choice but to keep going.

She could break Lucia’s neck, then her arms, her legs.

And once they healed, she could start over again.

She would destroy her, piece by piece, until Lucia could take no more.

By this point, Frey wasn’t even sure if it was still for Alice.

All that mattered now was the burning desire to let this overwhelming surge of emotion erupt.

“Fr… Frey… st…op…”

Tears streaked down Lucia’s bloodied cheeks, her face growing pale as her oxygen-starved body fought desperately for air.

Her hands weakly slapped at Frey’s wrists, unable to pry them away.

Pinned down with Frey’s weight pressing against her, Lucia’s legs flailed helplessly, unable to gain any leverage.

“Ugh… grhh… p-ple…ase…”

Her voice, faint and trembling, wasn’t a plea strong enough to stop Frey.

If anything, it only added fuel to the sadistic fire.

Lucia’s convulsions became erratic. Blood bubbled up as her body spasmed.

Her chest heaved as though she was trying to scream, but no sound came.

Every jerking movement, every rattling gasp, sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Frey’s body.

Frey hesitated, her grip faltering for a brief moment as she noticed the tension in Lucia’s abdominal muscles.

Lucia’s voice, trembling and tearful, managed to croak out a weak plea:

“P-please… stop…”

Frey’s lips parted, glistening with saliva and blood, her eyes narrowing as an idea formed in her mind.

Her gaze flicked between her hands around Lucia’s neck and the abdomen beneath her.

A twisted smile spread across her face.

“Lucia,” Frey called softly, her voice almost tender.

Still clutching Lucia’s neck, she lifted herself slightly off the girl’s body, her tone mockingly sweet.

“Do you… need to use the bathroom?”

Lucia tried to respond, her words barely coherent, but her desperate expression conveyed enough.

With feigned kindness, Frey cooed, “Then just go. Right here.”

Thunk.

She dropped her weight onto Lucia’s midsection, pressing down harshly with her hips.

The sudden force broke Lucia’s composure. Her body spasmed violently, and she let out a shriek that was both pained and mortified.

“Ahh…! N-no…!”

The room was already tainted with the stench of blood and sweat, but now another acrid smell joined it. A warm, damp sensation spread across the floor beneath them.

Lucia’s humiliation burned brighter than her physical agony. Her cheeks flushed red before turning pale again from oxygen deprivation.

“Aw, Lucia. You’re just like a child, huh? Couldn’t even hold it in,” Frey taunted, her voice dripping with derision.

Lucia’s face, streaked with tears, saliva, and blood, twisted in shame. Her trembling hands grasped weakly at Frey’s wrists, but the strength to resist was gone.

Her expression began to blur as her consciousness waned.

Frey observed her with fascination, tightening her grip just a little more.

Not yet. Not now. Breaking her neck is still too soon.

Lucia’s hands slipped away, falling limply to her sides. Her body stopped convulsing, and her eyes lost focus, rolling back to reveal only the whites.

Frey’s heart pounded in her chest.

She’s beautiful like this. I think… I can finally understand why Alice loves her so much.

A surge of warmth coursed through Frey, mingling desire and exhilaration. Her gaze lingered on Lucia’s lifeless form, her breath hitching.

She adjusted her grip, preparing for the final act.

With a deliberate motion, she pressed her hands harder, ready to snap Lucia’s neck.

Just as she braced for the telltale crack—

“Stop!”

A soft yet firm voice rang out, cutting through the madness.

It was trembling with a mix of fury and sorrow.

Alice’s voice.

Frey froze.

Her entire body stiffened, her mind suddenly yanked out of its foggy trance.

The room around her blurred, and her vision went dark.

Frey’s control over her body vanished as her consciousness was forcibly pulled inward, sinking into the depths of her own mind.

It was the first time Alice had ever seized control this way.

Frey could have resisted. She knew she could fight it.

But she didn’t.

The fiery passion that had consumed her only moments ago was extinguished, replaced by a cold emptiness.

Alice’s words were like ice water, dousing every last trace of the twisted pleasure Frey had reveled in.

Her rationality returned in an instant, and with it came the crushing weight of clarity.

Frey’s gaze fell upon Lucia.

There she was—broken, bloodied, and unmoving.

Her pale face was streaked with drying tears, and her chest no longer rose and fell.

Frey’s fingers still gripped her neck, her thumbs pressed against the faint pulse that was now dangerously weak.

If Alice had been even a second later, Frey would have snapped Lucia’s neck.

What… have I done?

The realization hit like a hammer, shattering the fragile illusion she’d built for herself.

She hadn’t done this for Alice.

No.

It had been for her own sick desires.

As Frey processed the horror of her actions, her consciousness began to sink, deeper and deeper, retreating into the recesses of her mind.

She descended into the void where Alice had been moments ago, overwhelmed by shame, regret, and self-loathing.

For the first time, Frey felt the weight of her own darkness—and it threatened to drown her.

 

Author Note

A/N (Author’s note):
Frey isn’t evil.

It’s Lucia who secretly seduced her, that’s the bad guy!

Translator Note

T/N (Translator’s note):
Lucia really upgraded her subscription of paranoia with an added mix of self-loathing, heh.