Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

It was only now that Gilbert realized that warm liquid was flowing down his thighs. "I'm… I'm sorry, my baby…"

His ragged whispers didn't elicit her grip to lessen in their intensity at all, instead, it only made her lips curl into an evil, sinister grin that could only be compared to that of the devil.

"Such words are a little too late now I'm afraid." She replied before spitting a mouthful of blood on his face. She was bleeding profusely as her organs were working overtime to keep her alive. It was quickly becoming evident that intense hemorrhage was not a debuff a level 1 person like her should utilize, but due to the years of torment she had endured, her Vitality rose to 12 despite her just turning into a teenager. With this rate of growth, she could potentially reach 15 or even 20 Vitality naturally, making her feminine frame tankier than mine if I were to also regress back to level 1 since I only had 15 natural Vitality, but that high of a number was only due to the assistance of my primordial physical transformation.

She released his throat with one of her hands, formed it into a fist, and threw a punch at his lower jaw, breaking it immediately in the process. Loud whimpers erupted from his throat but she couldn't care less. Iris knew that Gilbert walked around with a potion on hand at all times, thus she desperately rummaged through his pockets in search of one. Time was ticking and she was about to faint from blood loss.

It didn't take long for her to find it, and she drank the potion immediately.

Thankfully it was a high-tier one, which immediately healed her of the debilitating effects.

[Strength 39 -> 6]

'Shit!'

She cursed under her breath as she realized her mistake, but Gilbert was barely conscious let alone in a state to fight back.

She tried activating [Dangerous Game] again but came to the horrifying realization that it had a 30-minute-long cooldown.

Next, Iris's fingers began reaching for the hilt of the knife strapped to Gilbert's belt. She unsheathed the blade, causing the man's eyes to go wide with terror and a faint, pathetic whimper escaped his bruised lips. Iris cut a strip of his shirt and stuffed it into his gaping mouth in order to muffle his pleas for help. No one would come running to his aid; his cries of agony would die here, just like he would.

She allowed her crazed features to contort even further as a cutesy, singsong voice emerged from her lips. "It's time to get to work, my dearest father! Let us enjoy some family bonding like you always wanted! I feel like I need to get to know you better to build up my trust in you, so let me inspect you from inside out!"

With that, it was time to begin.

She brought the knife to his ear by dragging the blade in a slow, deliberate slice until the ear separated from his head. He whimpered and his body jerked in pain, but her grip held him steady. She watched the blood trickle down his face with the stark crimson staining his sickly pale skin. She moved to his other ear with a calm expression and steady hands as she severed it too. His pleading gaze met hers. Gilbert's eyes were wide and frantic, desperately searching for any semblance of lingering mercy for him in her wretched soul, any hope, but her only response was a dark smile that deepened with every pathetic gesture he made.

Gilbert's terror-filled eyes followed every movement as she began working on his fingers next, slowly cutting each one, joint by joint. His body convulsed with his voice struggling against the cloth in his mouth, producing a muffled cry that echoed pitifully around the cell. It reminded me of a wounded animal that was trapped and hopeless. The sound sent a dark thrill down her spine, a shiver of unrestrained joy at finally, finally being in control after all these long years of being on the receiving end.

Iris took her sweet time as she savored each of his pathetic cries. "You look so pitiful…" she whispered. "How many people died at your hands just to satisfy your limitless desire for power, father? How many women did you kill like the one whose death you framed on me when all she did was offer you her body in exchange for letting me off the hook?" Her words were punctuated with deliberate cuts and twists, as she took his thumb and watched him gasp and writhe with utmost joy on her tormented features.

Iris ran the knife along his cheek next and watched curiously as the flesh split beneath the pressure of the blade. The skin peeled back, exposing raw tissue, forcing his eyes to widen with agony. The sadistic glee in her eyes only grew as she continued down his arms, slicing through skin and muscle. She moved with a methodical cruelty, cutting into his forearms and calves, marking him with gaping wounds that would never have the chance to heal.

By the time she'd flayed the majority of his skin, Gilbert's face was a mask of pale, blood-smeared anguish. He could no longer resist, no longer struggle. His chest heaved up and down slowly due to his weak pulse, yet he still managed to look at her with desperate pleading spoken through his eyes.

However, Iris wasn't done just yet. It was time for the grand finale. He didn't have long left in him to remain conscious, so she had to do one last thing. She placed the knife just below his crotch. "This… is for the women you stole from their rightful homes - from their rightful families. May the innocent women of Ravenclaw territory rest easy by the side of the Goddess, knowing you'll never ruin anyone's life again like you did theirs." With one final, brutal cut, she severed his manhood and brought poetic justice to the victims of his sexual predations.

After a last, shuddering whimper, Gilbert's head slumped and his eyes rolled back. Iris kneeled next to her father's unresponsive form and she clutched the knife in between her two palms as she formed her hands into a prayer. "Mother, brother, Miss Sarah, at long last the monster had been vanquished. I'm eagerly awaiting the day when we will meet again, however, it won't happen immediately. I still have to exact vengeance on the criminals who tormented Damian, after all. May you rest in peace, and Goddess, if this lowly mortal may be so presumptuous, please watch over my loved ones and all those who fell prey to this vile creature.

With her prayer concluded, the teenager stood and glanced at the door that led to her freedom.

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[Primordial Rank-Up Mission concluded! Task: 'Remain Sane' completed!]

I was abruptly dragged out of the simulation and returned to the white nothingness that served as a sort of waiting room between reality and fabrication.

[Primordial Level: 19 -> 23]

[Entity Quinlan Noir had become a higher existence as his primordial vessel underwent a qualitative change. Rewards are applicable.]

[Rewards]

1. 20 Free Unused Attribute Points gained!

2. Child of Agony class unlocked!

3. New Primordial Class received! Slave Master -> Primordial Subjugator!

4. New Innate spell, Subjugation acquired!

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