*Eight-ish hours later*
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*Clink, Clang Clank*
The sound of 4 locks opening could be heard resounding in the near-empty room, The sound was loud, and heavy. But more importantly it awakened our main character, Ira soulhearth.
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You might be wondering, what are all these prompts? Long answer short, It's a cheat skill. Sort of.
The heavy steel door opened slowly and a short girl with violent red hair and majestic violet eyes walked in with a stride. Don't be fooled by her innocent appearance though, she might be the cruelest one in this entire family. Her or her brother, both are very skilled in torture. The mother is mediocre and the father's torture feels like a massage.
The entire family is composed of 4 people. There is also an additional 10 or so servants that regularly feed him and keep him 'clean enough' Other than that Ira doesn't know if this family has extended family, or anything about this world. He didn't get much time to explore the world before being captured. However some assumptions can be made, The family must be upper-class to be able to employ 10 servants, It's possible that they are slaves, however they seem too well groomed and treated for that kind of position. We can also assume that torture is either a completely normal hobby in this world, or the servants are under some kind of magic that makes them unable to act out, and help me out. Or they're simply used to their masters torturing random people.
"Yesterday I promised you one last session~ I intend to deliver on that promise! But first," She spoke, interrupting Ira's thought process, and finally making him pay attention to her. What he saw surprised him, but he didn't show it on his face. If his facade of being 'broken' was discovered then the little miss is going to have a temper tantrum and might end up actually breaking him, or even go as far as killing him. He couldn't have that, not yet.
She was wearing barely anything, She had what looked like leather straps covering her vagina and boobs, but that was it. She had a robe on beforehand but as soon as she closed the door she dropped it and it became obvious to Ira what this 'special little session' was going to be.
"You know, I always found you really cute~ But, Boys are sooo disgusting~ They always stare at your body with lust, and sometimes its a good confidance boost, but most of the time it's just disgusting! Soo that's why~ I decided that I'd only have sex with the broken ones! Fufufu~ This way they can't stare at me~ Aren't I just so smart? Mou~ But honestly, you made me wait soo long! How could you be so heartless?~ Making a fairy maiden like me wait 9 months?~" She talked, and talked. Honestly, this was worse than the actual torture.
When he first arrived on this planet, he was a naive little boy. He wasn't exactly a white knight or anything, but he would hesitate atleast a little when he had to kill someone, He'd hesitate to steal, He wouldn't be able to face the consequences and he would definetly regret the things that he had done.
That is no more. After a single week of torture, he had broken. Its sad, but true. However, his system didn't let him simply retreat into the back of his mind, never to be seen again. Instead it forced him to sit in the front seat, experiencing the torture for days and days. The system decided to use this family as a hammer, and he was the metal ingot. He was forged into a deadly sword made from countless folds. He had decided that he will do whatever it takes to become the strongest, and he won't have any regrets on the way! He would do anything to achieve a goal, whether that is commiting a mass genocide, or bowing down and begging at the feet of an old master. Whatever it is, he will do it!
And at that moment, as she was nearing his body. He had decided that he would kill this entire family, including the servants, no matter the consequences. In his mind he had already decided to do this a long time ago. But as he looked at her approach, his bloodlust was ignited for the very first time, a raging inferno was brewing inside him. It was his moment to rise as a phoenix from the ashes of his former self.