Where the Teeth Fall
The blood-stained pliers only stopped when there were no more teeth left to pull. A messy scatter of bloodstains and white teeth littered the floor. Tossing aside the now-useless tool, Frey looked down at her blood-soaked hands. They were drenched in sweat and Lucia's blood. A sticky, metallic scent of blood clung to her palms.
"Ngh, ah, h-hic..." An obstructed groan leaked from her unclosable mouth. Lucia trembled like an aspen leaf, spitting up bloody froth. Her lips and chin were stained crimson from the flowing blood. Every single one of her teeth had been yanked out without any anesthetic. The pain must have been excruciating; Lucia wheezed and choked, her eyes brimming with tears. It was a pitiful sight, but it only served to further stoke Frey's sadism.
I didn't expect her to stay still until the very end. Seeing how pathetically she had trembled at the sight of the pliers, Frey had assumed Lucia would give up after a few, begging her to stop. Surprisingly, however, Lucia had endured it with dogged persistence. Until there wasn't a single tooth left in her mouth.
"Ugh, h-hee..." Frey slipped her fingers into Lucia's lips, forcing them open. Perhaps she wasn't using her Super Regeneration, because no new teeth were growing back yet. The wounds weren't healing either, continuously bubbling with dark red blood. Frey's fingers quickly became slick with saliva and blood.
"Does it hurt? Want me to stop?"
"Uuuugh..." Lucia shook her head side to side. Though she flinched and shuddered every time Frey's fingers brushed against the raw sockets where her teeth used to be, she stubbornly refused to ask to stop. Frey deliberately pressed down hard on one of the wounds. Lucia's back arched sharply, a silent scream tearing from her throat. Sweat and blood pooled in her cleavage, dripping onto the floor.
Frey pulled her fingers out of Lucia's mouth, drawing a long, viscous thread of red saliva. She licked her fingertips with her tongue. It tasted of metallic iron. She had expected the taste of blood to be purely repulsive, but surprisingly, it was quite palatable.
Frey looked down at Lucia, who remained on her knees, unable to stand. The girl flinched at even the slightest movement Frey made. Though Lucia was physically larger than her, in this state, she looked incredibly small. Despite suddenly being subjected to such harsh torture, she accepted it with quiet resignation. Unless she actually enjoyed the pain, the only reason she would go this far had to be Aris. Lucia truly wanted to help Aris. And Frey was exploiting that sincerity.
"Lucia."
"U-uuh...?" Her pronunciation slurred without her teeth. Frey toyed with Lucia's face. Though her mouth and chin were covered in blood, it couldn't entirely obscure her beauty. Pink eyes. Bright golden hair. A face as innocent as a puppy's.
"It's working. Thank you for enduring it." Frey curled her lips into a twisted smile. "So... can I go a little harder?"
Lucia hesitated for a moment. Looking up at Frey with trembling eyes, she gave a dazed nod. Frey hadn't lied. Indeed, with every tooth she pulled from Lucia's mouth, the thumping in her chest had grown louder. Whether that heartbeat belonged to Aris stirring from her slumber or to Frey herself, she couldn't tell.
"Thank you. I won't forget this favor." Frey wanted to know. How much could this good little girl endure? How long could she remain so compliant? She wanted to see it. She wanted to see her cry. She wanted to see her break down from the pain and whine like a child. She wanted to see her beg, pleading for her to stop.
In all her life, Frey had only unleashed her latent violence once. The day she was born. To protect Aris, she had twisted her stepmother's arm—that moment was the first and last. The violence she had suppressed for so long, now given a valid justification and a willing recipient, flared up with a ferocity that surprised even herself. There was no need to hold back. No need to worry about Aris. After all, she was doing this to help Aris. The beloved other half who usually kept her docile was gone. There was no longer any need to walk on eggshells, no reason to behave.
So cute. So beautiful. Frey grabbed Lucia's hair to hold her head in place and pressed her lips against hers. The thick scent and taste of blood swirled on the tip of her tongue. She lightly bit Lucia's plump lips and swept her tongue across the roof of her mouth.
"Ah, uh..." A pained groan escaped as the raw wounds were agitated. Frey didn't stop the kiss, pushing Lucia down. Splat. Falling onto the blood-slicked floor, Lucia curled her toes. There was nothing to obstruct Frey's tongue inside her mouth. Her tongue swept only over soft flesh. The hard structures were completely gone. The things that should have been inside Lucia's mouth were now scattered across the floor.
Frey slowly pulled away. Her tongue was stained red, and a sticky residue clung to her lips. Neither the bloody scent of her body nor kissing another girl felt the least bit unpleasant. If anything, her excitement only mounted. She wanted to ruin her even more. She wanted to carve deep wounds into her. She wanted to make tears well up in those clear eyes. It's fine. I can do it. No need to hold back. Lucia said it was okay, too. It's all for Aris's sake.
Frey's hand caressed Lucia's cheek. It was still swollen red, warm and soft. After tapping it gently with her fingertips, Frey slowly slid her hand downward.
"Mgh?!" She grabbed her throat. First with one hand. Lucia reflexively grabbed Frey's wrist. Savoring the futile resistance, Frey wiggled her fingers for a moment before moving her other hand to squeeze the neck tightly with both hands.
"Kh... h-hic... F-Fr... ey..." She gasped out her name. Seeing that Lucia wasn't trying to pry the choking hands off her neck, she seemed to still find it bearable. Frey curled the corners of her mouth into a smirk and gradually increased her grip. Until just now, Lucia had been able to breathe, albeit with difficulty, but not anymore.
"Ghah, ack, cough, ugh, a-argh...!" Lucia's pained groans lacked any strength. Because her throat was being crushed, it was difficult to make a sound. The faint, strangled whimpers only stimulated Frey further. An electric current starting from her chest surged through her bloodstream, spreading throughout her entire body.
So soft. So weak. I can feel her blood vessels. With just a little more force, she could snap it. She could break the neck bones with a clean crack and twist her head completely around. Normally, that would kill someone. If the neck snaps, even the strongest creature has no choice but to die. But Lucia was different. She was a supernatural ability user who wouldn't die even if her head was severed. A mere broken neck wouldn't threaten her life.
Should I break it? It wouldn't require much strength. Just a little more pressure at her fingertips. She could snap it. There would be no consequences. She could kill her. She wouldn't actually die, but she could still "kill" her. Snuffing out her life. Cutting off her breath. She could experience that sensation, even if only indirectly.
"...Ha." Frey felt a laugh bubbling up. She saw her own reflection in Lucia's dilated pupils. She was wearing a chilling, terrifying smile she had never seen on herself before.
"H-hic, aaagh, k-kehh...!" Lucia's legs thrashed. As the grip on her throat tightened, her convulsions grew more violent. Frey's chest throbbed. Every time she heard Lucia's pain-filled groans, her heart beat faster. Are you still not going to come out, Aris? Her mind went completely blank. A thrilling spark ignited. Her reason was paralyzed, and primal instinct took complete control of her body.
How long are you going to sleep? Your precious friend is hurting so much—are you just going to watch? Her body burned hot. Before she knew it, Frey was letting out soft moans. They were different from Lucia's groans of enduring pain. It was a voice drenched in pleasure, slipping out unconsciously because she couldn't contain her excitement.
Then I have no choice. I'll just keep going without stopping. First, she would break Lucia's neck. Next, her arms. Then her legs. Once she healed with her Super Regeneration, she would start all over again. Break her, and break her again. Keep breaking her. Until Lucia could no longer endure it. Frey no longer cared whether this was truly for Aris's sake. Right now, she just wanted to satisfy this boiling, raging passion.
"F-Fr... ey..." Tear tracks carved through the blood on Lucia's cheeks. Her flushed face was turning pale blue. Deprived of oxygen, even a superhuman body was no different from an ordinary human's. She weakly tapped at Frey's wrists. Since Frey was pinning her legs down to prevent her from resisting, tapping with her hands was all she could do.
"H-Hurt... s..." She tried desperately to speak, but her struggles were merely fuel to stoke Frey's sadism. Her body convulsed wildly. Lucia spat up bloody foam, her hips twitching. Her lower abdomen tensed up completely. When Lucia's abdominal muscles suddenly went rock hard, Frey looked puzzled.
"P-please..." she pleaded in a tear-choked voice. Frey slightly parted her lips, which were slick with saliva and blood. A sudden thought struck her. Frey looked back and forth between her hands choking the neck and the abdomen she was sitting on. Then, she grinned.
"Lucia." Frey called her name as she shifted her weight. Her hands kept choking her, but she lifted her hips slightly. "Do you need to use the bathroom?"
"I... c-can't..." Her slurred response was barely intelligible, but her meaning was perfectly clear. Frey said with a sweet, gentle face, "Just go right here."
Thud. She slammed her hips down onto Lucia's abdomen. Unable to withstand the sudden impact, Lucia, who had been barely holding it in, shuddered violently throughout her lower body.
"Hee-ugh, eeeyaaah!" A lukewarm liquid spread out, soaking the floor. A yellowish fluid joined the sweat and blood that already soiled the room. Her panties grew damp. A pungent, acidic smell stung the nose.
"Lucia, are you a baby? You can't even hold your pee, hm?"
"Ugh... ah..." Tears, saliva, and blood mixed together, making a complete mess of Lucia's face. Shame briefly flushed her pale, blue face red. But only for a fleeting moment. Deprived of oxygen, her body rapidly lost its vitality. Lucia's focus blurred. Watching her eyes slowly close, Frey added more strength to her fingertips.
Not yet. Not quite. It was too early to break her neck. She felt the strength drain from Lucia's body. The hands that had been holding Frey's wrists slipped away. Her spasms gradually subsided. Her consciousness was fading. So beautiful. I think I understand why Aris likes you so much. I think I might be starting to like you a little, too. The thumping of her heart. Was it coming from her physical heart, or from deep within her soul? Frey could no longer tell.
She stared at Lucia with feverish eyes. The girl was no longer trembling. Her focus was entirely gone, her pupils rolled back to reveal only the whites of her eyes. Now was the time. Break it. With a face ecstatic with joy, Frey squeezed with all her might. It didn't take much force to break a neck. Yet, Frey poured in far more strength than necessary. Her neck buckled, looking as if it might be torn off completely rather than just broken. Just before Lucia's neck snapped with a sharp crack—
A quiet voice echoed. The very voice Frey had been so desperate to hear. At Aris's voice, thick with tears and rage, Frey froze instantly. Her vision blurred in an instant. As her control over the body was stripped away, Frey's consciousness was sucked deep inside. It was the first time this had ever happened—Aris forcibly seizing control of their body. If she had willed it, Frey could have resisted, but she didn't.
The heat cooled. Her paralyzed reason returned. Aris's voice stole her body heat like a splash of ice-cold water. Frey felt her heart freeze over. The excitement, the pleasure she had felt just moments ago, vanished like a mirage. Her gaze drifted downward. She saw Lucia, covered in saliva and blood, unable to even breathe. The sensation in her hands was vivid. The faint, fading pulse, the twitching, contracting muscles. If she had been even a few seconds later, she would have snapped her neck.
What have I done...? She had shown Aris the side of herself she had wanted to hide most. Once the excitement vanished, she could look at her actions objectively. Under the pretext of helping Aris, she had let herself be consumed by her own dark desires. The moment she realized this, her reality shattered. Frey's consciousness sank deep into the inner recesses of her mind, falling helplessly down to the very place where Aris had been slumbering just moments before.