Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1305  Sacrifical Girl

The warrior man's grin lingered as he watched them through the bars. His eyes glided across each girl with a slow, ugly interest before settling on Feng. His mouth pulled into a shape that made her stomach twist. The look he gave her wasn't simple cruelty; it was filthy curiosity, full of hunger, ensuring the girl knew a horrible fate awaited them all.

Feng's chest tightened hard. Her heart began beating quicker than ever before in her life as she made the hardest decision in her entire life, bar none. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, but by closing her eyes and focusing on her determination, she forced it loose.

"Leave the others alone! Do your worst only to me…" she managed, voice thin and scraping out of her throat.

Behind her, Felicity jerked upright. Shock hit her in a rush. "No, Feng! Don't do this!" A muffled scream tore through her mask, sharp and panicked. She thrashed against the ropes binding her wrists, fighting as if she was facing down the barrel of a loaded gun.

The man turned toward her. "Shut it," he hissed with hatred. His tone suddenly became flat as he decreed, "Unless you want to be made a woman right here and now, you shut your mouth, girl."

Felicity recoiled so sharply that her heels scraped against the floor. She folded into herself, shaking so hard her bindings rattled.

Feng stared at the man with heat rising behind her eyes. "Leave them alone! I already said…"

His grin returned, wider than before. It was as if her words sounded like a prize placed right in his palm.

"Oh?" He opened the door, stepped into the cell, and lowered himself to one knee, bringing his face level with hers. Unlike Felicity, her helmet was destroyed in the clash, letting him see her face in its entirety.

His eyes dragged down her body and back up, lingering in ways that made her skin crawl. "Are you pretending you're some closeted little pervert hoping to get used, I wonder~? 'Please use only me! Leave the others alone!'" He repeated, using her tone mockingly.

Then the man looked her over again. Slowly. Enjoying it. Even though she was still a teen. A beaten-up teen at that.

Feng's eyes widened, unable to believe the words she was hearing right now. The breath she pulled in scraped down her throat like broken glass. 'He really thinks I want this…?' she whispered inwardly, full of disbelief.

But one look into his disgusting eyes told her that it was indeed the case.

"You're a delusional weirdo who works for the dead! I'm taking responsibility because this is all my fault. I'll suffer whatever you want to throw at me, but don't think for a second I want anything from you!" She then spat, literally, "Don't flatter yourself, you horrible mistake of the Goddess."

The man's grin faltered. Then vanished.

It was an incredibly offensive insult in Thalorind. The Goddess was an almighty being who could do no wrong. So not only was Feng a blasphemer suddenly, but she also said that someone who can do no mistake has somehow created a mistake in his existence.

His jaw set. "Feisty little bitches need to be taught a lesson!" His hand rose, fingers spreading, ready to strike her across the face.

*Bam!*

An explosive impact cut the air apart.

Iris exploded forward, driving the hard bone of her forehead straight into the exposed underside of his chin. The impact was sickeningly dull and wet, immediately followed by a sharp, terrible crack. His head whipped back and to the side at an impossible, broken angle.

The man collapsed like a marionette with severed strings, hitting the stone floor with a heavy thud. His body immediately began seizing in short, pathetic spasms, unable to achieve coherent movement, much less stand back up.

Iris staggered on the ground, barely catching herself before collapsing fully onto her chest. A thick, warm stream of blood spat from her lips, with the pain of the impact becoming a blinding agony behind her eyes, leaving her vision hazy and tunnel-like. She looked physically impaired, but the raw, focused hatred keeping her going was a perfect, cold anesthetic.

She forced herself upright through shaking legs. Her own body and armor made it nearly impossible in her current state, especially due to her hands being bound behind her waist.

Every step was a struggle, a deliberate act of will, but she covered the short distance to the twitching man. She placed a heavy, shaky boot on his chest and shoved, rolling him onto his back so he was staring directly up at her.

His eyes were wide, filled with a desperate, pleading terror. He tried to speak, to beg, but the words were only wet, gurgling babble, due to his body being damaged and his mouth incapable of forming coherent sound. He looked utterly pathetic.

Her own red eyes, fixed on his, were pools of pure hatred and murderous intent. In pure Iris Ravenclaw fashion, she didn't waste breath on a final word, did not hiss insults, didn't even elongate anything. Instead, she just brought her boot up, placing it squarely on his throat.

With slow, crushing finality, she pushed her weight down. The sound was a horrific, sickening crunch of cartilage and bone. His eyes instantly bulged, and the desperate babbling stopped, replaced by a silent, terrible final struggle for a breath that wasn't there. Iris maintained the pressure, twisting her foot slightly, watching the light and the pathetic plea fade from his eyes until his body went slack beneath her boot.

Without any sort of ceremony, the woman then lifted her boot from the corpse as if she had just stepped off a loose stone.

No comment, nothing.

Not even a glance at what was left of him.

Just a slow inhale through blood-coated teeth.

Feng and Felicity stared at her, eyes wide, but not because the act itself shocked them. They had followed Iris long enough to know what she was capable of. She was a true wild beast at times, sometimes even making it feel as if she put on an act when she interacted with humans. Her real self came out when she fought a brutal battle.

What stunned the two teens now was the absurd, impossible ferocity she had just displayed.

She was barely standing.

She could hardly breathe.

Her vision swayed.

She had blood down her chin, across her collar, soaking into the fibers of her armor.

And yet she did this…

"We use this chance," she decreed, not caring for the stares.

She turned around, presenting her back to them.

Feng understood instantly.

She scrambled up with shaking legs, swaying once before planting her feet and turning her own back toward Iris. Felicity, breathing fast, pushed herself upright too, watching them with wide, uncertain eyes.

The two women pressed their backs together, wrists angled awkwardly as they tried to reach each other's bindings. The ropes dragged against their skin, painfully taut, reinforced by the runes etched into the fibers.

Feng pulled as hard as she could. The bindings didn't budge.

Iris clenched her jaw, trying again. Her muscles trembled, her entire body arguing against even the smallest exertion, but she kept going.

"These aren't normal restraints…"