The Captured Soldier, Prelude to Brutal Desecration
Risa's desperate attack only infuriated the Orc Ganaris further. His bloodshot eyes blazed with fury, and hot steam snorted violently from his massive nostrils.
"Uwooooooooaaaaahhhhh—!!!"
Charging like a raging tempest, he unleashed a torrent of wrath toward Risa. His massive hands cast a looming shadow over her, poised to seize and crush her to pieces.
Despite the agonizing pain in her thighs, which were slick with blood and discharge, Risa desperately dodged to escape the Orc Ganaris's menacing grasp. Clad in her elegant high heels, she navigated the iron-barred arena with precarious agility.
Every time the Orc Ganaris's massive hands swept past, her hair whipped wildly, and she evaded the monster's touch by a hair's breadth. Simultaneously, she raised her sword and struck down fiercely at his body once more.
Her arms trembled violently and the muscles in her legs screamed as if they would tear apart, but she ignored the pain and swung her blade. Yet her efforts proved utterly futile. Only the sharp, hollow ring of metal clashing against metal echoed through the arena. Her blade could not even scratch the Orc Ganaris's skin, which was tougher than tempered steel.
A click of her tongue escaped her lips as a wave of deep frustration washed over her face.
The crowd gathered in the plaza whipped into a frenzy as they watched the brutal spectacle unfold. "Ohhhhh!!!" Their eyes gleamed, and beastly roars erupted from their throats. As if watching a performance by a seasoned gladiator, they cheered wildly at Risa's every precarious movement.
Watching from the VIP box, Cheon Su-ryeon's heart hammered against her ribs. Her chest tightened with anxiety, terrified that Risa would be caught in the Orc Ganaris's massive hands. Though tears streamed incessantly down her face, she could not bring herself to look away.
Abel, still trapped within the heavy netting, trembled with extreme worry and helplessness as he watched Risa's desperate maneuvers. His eyes burned with desperation and agony. Ri... Risa...
With every dodge and strike, Risa's movements grew more frantic, causing a torrent of blood and fluid to gush from her mangled vagina, soaking her thighs. Beneath her white blouse and short miniskirt, the sticky red and yellow fluids trickled down, presenting a scene of extreme torment blended with a gruesome aesthetic—evoking a bizarrely erotic yet tragic sensation in the onlookers.
The searing pain from her burned vagina had reached an agonizing peak. Her legs no longer seemed to move of her own volition. "Ugh...! It hurts..." A pained groan slipped through her clenched teeth. Yet, she refused to collapse. Risa's desperate struggle to fight against her fate until the very end filled the entire plaza with a suffocating tension.
As the struggle dragged on, Risa's body rapidly approached its absolute limit. Her once-fluid movements grew visibly sluggish. Her evasions of the Orc Ganaris's massive hands became increasingly desperate, escaping death by a hair's breadth time and time again. Her shoulders slumped, and sweat poured off her like rain. Ragged gasps burst from her lips. "Haa... Haa..." Her breath, heavy with pain and exhaustion, echoed desperately throughout the execution grounds.
The blood and discharge constantly seeping from her groin began to drip onto the arena floor. The red and yellow fluids pooled on the concrete, laying bare her wretched condition. That bizarrely erotic yet tragic sight offered a grim testament to the depth of the agony she was enduring.
In stark contrast to the exhausted and suffering Risa, the Orc Ganaris grew even more aroused and frenzied. His red eyes blazed with violent intensity, and his massive frame moved with surprising agility as he lunged at her. Thud—! Thud—! Thud—! Thud—! Thud—! Thud—! His heavy footsteps shook the earth as he pursued her relentlessly, determined not to let his prey escape for even a second.
Exhausted, Risa scrambled to dodge the Orc Ganaris's hand once more. However, her high heels proved to be shackles binding her ankles. The moment her weight shifted to one side, her ankle gave out. Crack! The sickening sound of snapping bone echoed across the plaza. "Aaaah!" A scream of pure agony tore from Risa's throat. Twisted by the high heels, her ankle swelled up instantly. She could no longer stand.
Seeing Risa totter and fall, Cheon Su-ryeon screamed internally from the VIP box. Ah, Risa, no... Fresh tears welled in her eyes. Abel, still trapped in the net, also cried out in agony as he saw Risa collapse with a scream. "Risa!!!"
The Orc Ganaris did not miss the moment of Risa's injury. As if seizing the perfect opportunity, his red eyes gleamed with savage ferocity. He lunged his massive body forward, charging at the fallen Risa. His giant hand reached out to grab her.
But Risa did not give up. Enduring the excruciating pain radiating from her swollen ankle, she grit her teeth and forced herself up. Dropping to one knee with her sword raised, she swung the blade at the oncoming Orc Ganaris. "Die, you monster!!" Her voice was cracked and hoarse, yet it carried the final embers of her fighting spirit and desperation. Her thighs, stained with blood and fluid, gleamed with a tragic, erotic ruin, and her blade flashed precariously like a last beacon of hope born from despair.
Despite Risa's screaming strike, the Orc Ganaris didn't even blink. Instead, he reached out with his massive hand and effortlessly caught the swinging blade. Clang! The moment the blade was seized in his iron grip, Risa's face froze in sheer horror. Her pupils trembled with terror and shock.
In the next instant, the Orc Ganaris snapped the sword in two as easily as breaking a dry twig. With a sickening shatter!, the blade splintered into pieces and scattered across the floor. Risa was left holding nothing but the useless hilt. Her final hope and sole weapon had vanished in an instant.
Disarmed, Risa was driven into an absolute corner. Her swollen ankle had lost all function, failing to support her weight, and the tearing agony radiating from her vagina threatened to cloud her consciousness. The blood and discharge streaming down her thighs intensified, staining the arena floor crimson. Exposed beneath her short miniskirt, her wretched state appeared both strangely erotic and infinitely vulnerable. Her entire body trembled with extreme fatigue and pain; she had no one to rely on, and no strength left to resist. As the massive shadow of the Orc Ganaris loomed over her, Risa began to sink to the ground, as if finally surrendering to her fate.
Yet even in this desperate moment, just before she collapsed on her knees without her sword, Risa clung to her last thread of consciousness. Seeing the Orc Ganaris's massive hand reaching for her, she instinctively threw a slender fist. Though her punch was pitifully weak, it carried the final remnants of her defiance and a grim will to survive. "Yaaah!"
But her feeble resistance posed no threat to the colossal beast. As if swatting a fly, the Orc Ganaris effortlessly snatched Risa's wrist in his massive hand. Caught in his grip, her slender wrist looked as though it would snap at any moment. "Let go of me!!! Let go!!" Risa screamed desperately, striking the Orc Ganaris's face with her free hand. Thud!
Her fragile fist, however, did absolutely nothing to the giant orc. His steel-like skin didn't even budge. Instead, as if irritated by her resistance, the Orc Ganaris reached out with his other hand and snatched her remaining wrist.
With both wrists pinned, Risa's body was lifted helplessly into the air by the Orc Ganaris's massive hands. Dangling above the ground, her short miniskirt, high heels, and the blood and discharge soaking her thighs from her vagina were laid bare for all to see. Even amidst such pain and despair, her beauty shone precariously, evoking a bizarrely erotic yet devastating emotion in those who watched.
Watching from the VIP box, Cheon Su-ryeon felt her heart tear to pieces as she saw Risa dangling helplessly in the Orc Ganaris's grasp. Tears poured relentlessly from her eyes, and a despairing lament echoed in her mind. Ah... Ah... This is bad...
Abel, still trapped in the net, screamed once more at the sight of Risa's wretched state. "Put her down!! You monster!!" His voice was a chaotic mix of rage and utter helplessness. The plaza was filled with the cruel smiles of the victors, the screams of the defeated, and a heavy silence anticipating the impending doom. It was a moment where all hope shattered into dust.
At that moment, a crushing force was applied to Risa's wrists, clamped tightly in the Orc Ganaris's massive hands. Crack! The sickening sound of crushing bones echoed throughout the plaza. A scream of pure, unadulterated agony ripped from Risa's throat. "Kyaaaaaaaah!!!"
Her body arched like a bow from the excruciating pain of her bones shattering. Hearing her scream, Abel shrieked as if spitting blood. "No!!!" His eyes turned wild, like a beast driven mad by rage and helplessness.
Unable to bear the horrific sight, Cheon Su-ryeon turned her head away and sobbed. However, sinister and satisfied smiles played upon the lips of Baek Jang-mi and Baek Kang-ho. Their eyes gleamed as if this entire brutal spectacle was merely a part of the cruel show they had meticulously planned.
The Orc Ganaris paid no heed to Risa's agonizing screams. Securing both of her arms in one massive hand, he reached toward her white blouse with his other monstrous hand. That clumsy, hideous movement was no mere gesture of violence. It was the prelude to the cruel, passionate desecration that was about to begin—the nightmare's opening bell that would lift the curtain on ruthless domination and destruction.