Chapter 177: Not Even A Single Scream

Chapter 177: Not Even A Single Scream

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"Humph!"

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"Humph!"

WHIP!

"C-Can't... you at least... Humph!... scream?"

"..."

WHIP!

"Fuck it... I'm tired of this," the demon governor shook his head, disappointed. The whip fell to the bloody floor, splashing a little blood and other bodily fluids. Dragging his tired feet, he slumped on the table and stared blankly at me, hanging on the hooks, with a big fat belly.

"Sigh... it's a shame," the demon sighed, taking a deep breath and looking at my belly which was still a bit bigger than normal.

"It would be my loss if I allowed a creature like you to die," the demon shook his head and waved his hands at the other demons that were present in the room.

"Just one scream, woman, just one, and I'll make all of this go away," the demon said, standing up and slowly walking towards me. The demon stopped inches away from me and brought his ugly face close.

"Come on, think about it. You gave me so many daughters, and I'm ready to let you go," the demon's breath was hot, and the smell of meat and alcohol filled the air around us. "One scream, and I'm ready to take you as my wife."

"..."

"It would be a waste if you die," he said, placing a hand on my cheek and lifting my head up, staring at what used to be my beautiful face. "You're a treasure to me, to us, demons. No matter how many times you give birth, your womb is still able to give birth to more demons."

"..."

"Think about it," the demon whispered, bringing his face closer. "One scream and it would all go away."

.......

For two thousand, three hundred and forty-three days (2,343), I was stuck in this hellhole with the same routine, the same torture, the same begging for screams, the same rape, breeding, and giving birth.

Every day was hell, every day was pain and misery. I couldn't even tell how many days had passed; I only counted how many torture sessions by the governor, and based on the time it took for me to give birth, I roughly guessed the number of days. However, I'm absolutely sure that I made a mistake.

My brain was broken and shattered, and I couldn't think anymore. My body was broken and shattered, and I couldn't move anymore. The only thing keeping me alive was the small life forms in my belly, my children, the fact that I was on trial, and the pure hatred I felt towards the demons.

I hated them, every single one of them. Their touch, their voice, their smell—everything about them made me sick.

When the governor found out that I could give birth to more than ten demons in less than 24 hours, and all the demons I gave birth to were futas and females, he fully took advantage of my ability, making sure to impregnate me after every torture session.

At first, the demon tortured me to find out what kind of monster I was. He pulled out my nails and teeth one by one after I bit his neck when he got too close to me. One of his favorite sick things was to literally skin my arms, legs, back, and chest. Then he would take the flesh and eat it raw in front of me, forcing me to watch him devour my own skin before calling his healer to grow my skin back so he could do it again.

He also developed an addiction to my blood. It started as a disturbing act of him licking my arms, legs, and chest after he removed my skin, but it quickly devolved to the point that he would impale me with long metal pipes just to collect my blood for him and his guards to drink.

However, the demon was unable to learn anything about me. No matter what he did, he couldn't get a single scream out of my mouth, for I never yelled. I would never give him the satisfaction of hearing my scream. I even did the extreme and used the last bit of mana I had to modify my throat, completely removing my vocal cords, and turning myself into a mute.

I endured, I survived, and I'll keep on surviving no matter what—not just for myself, not just for the future me, but for the life forms that were growing inside me. My children, slowly began to take control of this city.

Do the math. I've been stuck here for over six years—based on my counting—and I gave birth to at least ten demons a day. So at the minimum, I have 23,430 demon daughters in this city, and there's no doubt they have children and grandchildren, like the three guards who were my grandsons.

The governor was an idiot. The more I gave birth, the stronger I became. Not only did I gain levels and stats, but I was also gaining loyal soldiers ready to be unleashed at my command. However, the time to strike has not yet come.

I was still weak, too weak to fight back. And even if I could, there was no need—my daughters were already moving behind the scenes. The only reason I remained here was to gather more demons for the army, and the other was the governor. The more time I spent here enduring his torture, the more powerful my blood magic became.

It's strange, you know. The more blood was shed, the stronger the blood magic got. I could even use a fraction of my blood magic under the effect of the slave collar. Because of this, I gained the ability to influence the demon governor using the blood he drank from me.

The process was slow as fuck. The demon's will was strong, and it was a real challenge to influence his mind. I would have failed if it wasn't for his addiction and his love for me. These two factors were the keys, and slowly, over the years, I managed to get him under my thumb, making him think that everything was his decision and that the torture was all a test for me.

Now all I needed was a single moment—a split second for his will to shake a little—and his entire existence would be mine.

Mine to rule, and mine to command.



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