Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey - Chapter 1460: Getting Details? Haha... She could do better! Part-2
Chapter 1460: Getting Details? Haha… She could do better! Part-2
The metallic figure, even though it remained bound by thick chains, still carried itself with arrogant composure. Its posture never bent fully, and its silence mocked the filthy creatures surrounding it, knowing with certainty that they would never dare touch it, no matter how desperately they tried.
After all, they were nothing but inferior things, crawling beings pretending to wield authority over something far beyond them.
No food? So what. It could endure months, even longer, sustained solely by the condensed energy stored within its metallic suit, energy refined far beyond anything these monsters could comprehend.
Drowned in water? The metallic suit was completely airtight, sealed down to its core. No amount of pressure from crushing depths would ever crack its surface or breach its systems.
Thrown into flames? The suit was built to endure extreme heat, forged to withstand the highest temperatures without transferring even a hint of discomfort to what lay inside.
Beaten endlessly? Pain registered, yes, but damage did not. The blows could bruise flesh, but they would never shatter the suit that protected it.
All of this remained possible only because they wanted it alive. Otherwise, it would have died a long time ago.
Because of that, the metallic figure understood its value. They needed information, answers buried deep within it, which meant these bitches would never push too far, never cross the line that would risk losing it.
Until… it saw her.
An angelic woman stepped forward, her presence impossibly calm and.. A demon-wicked smile curved her lips,
“H-Hu… no… arrhh!”
The metallic figure groaned as agony surged through it, a sharp, tearing pain erupting as it tried desperately to clutch its severed knee. The chains bit into its arms and torso, holding it firmly in place.
Why did they do this? The question echoed wildly in its mind as pain blurred thought and reason.
Was this necessary? Was this part of their twisted process?
Were they not supposed to keep it alive, extract details piece by piece instead of tearing it apart?
Its head lifted slowly, sensors focusing on the angelic monster now holding its leg like a trophy. The woman stared at its blank metallic face with gleaming satisfaction, as if she could see through the armour, savouring its suffering despite never seeing its eyes.
Xara moved without hesitation. Her fingers dug into the exposed bone of the severed section, gripping it with unsettling familiarity before pulling the foot free from the metal suit with brutal force.
Slacckk~
Everyone nearby flinched as her fingers scraped along bone, producing a sound that sent chills down spines. Slowly, deliberately, Xara tapped the detached metal foot against the floor.
Thuck!
The flesh leg slipped free and dropped from the metal casing, hitting the ground with a dull, sickening weight.
Xara picked it up calmly and examined it with interest, turning it slightly in her hands. “Hmm… it seems similar to ours,” she murmured, studying the skin, the hair, the nails, the toes, her tone curious rather than disturbed.
With a flick of her wrist, Xara tossed the metallic foot toward Lyirrs. Lyirrs flinched hard before catching it, her face twisting in discomfort and restrained horror.
“Is it still functional?” Xara asked coldly, eyes never leaving the bound figure.
Lyirrs swallowed thickly before inspecting the inside, her hands shaking. She checked carefully, then exhaled slowly.
No major internal components had been damaged.
How did she know what to look for? Because they had already captured a previous tall metallic structure that bit down by Kaelen.
She had studied both of them during these two weeks obsessively, dismantled fragments, memorised their design, enough to recognise similarities now.
“Yes,” Lyirrs said quietly, nodding once. “It’s good.”
Xara hummed softly, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Good… that’s for you, and… this baby is for me~” she said, winking as she cradled the severed foot like an infant.
Her tongue slid slowly across her lips as vivid images flooded her mind, already imagining how she would carve it piece by piece, peel the skin away while it still lived, expose veins, muscles, and spilling blood.
The thought alone sent a shiver of delight through her body.
She trembled with excitement.
Sandra spoke calmly, “Xara, what are you doing?” she asked evenly. “We need it alive, you know that.”
Xara answered without the slightest hesitation, “Of course I know,” she said coldly. “And it’s not like it’s going to tell the truth willingly, right? We can’t keep wasting time like fools. Void has already gone too far, and every single day counts.”
“But—”
“If you have a better plan, please… go ahead,” Xara cut in, already turning as if to leave. She took two steps before Sandra grabbed her wrist firmly, irritation clear on her face.
“You wouldn’t kill it, right?” Sandra asked, her voice low and strained.
A wicked smile slowly spread across Xara’s lips. “Of course… not~” she replied, her eyes sliding away just slightly, as if she had never even considered the possibility.
Sandra let out a long sigh. She knew they had few options left, and if they continued with blunt torture, the result would be the same. At least Xara might uncover something useful before it dies.
Their bloodline… Their race… Their unnatural uniqueness.
The scales weighed heavily in her mind.
Alive, but silent…. Or dead, yet informative.
“Then…” Sandra said at last, her tone reluctant and heavy, “Do it.”
“Hehe~”
Xara giggled softly, almost childlike, before nodding eagerly. “Now, now~ there’s no need to worry,” she said sweetly.
“It will work. Believe me.” She winked at everyone in the chamber.
The others exchanged uneasy looks before sighing together. Sera quietly ordered Helena to leave the room, knowing full well that what came next would not be clean.
But Helena refused to move. She wanted to see it, wanted to understand what her other sisters were truly like beneath the surface.
That was how the family worked, wasn’t it? Understanding everyone, even the ugly parts.
Xara placed the severed leg carefully on white foil paper, arranging it with almost ceremonial care. She then turned her gaze to Aria.
“Is it telling the truth now?” she asked calmly.
Aria looked toward the bound figure, which was writhing violently, its voice cracking as it screamed in agony.
*You fucking bitches! You will all die! Arrh! It hurts so bad! Arrhhh! My leg… give my leg back, bitches! I’ll fucking kill you all! FUCK YOU ASSES!!*
Aria shook her head slowly. “No,” she said. “He’s just… insulting you” Her voice faltered for a moment as she hesitated.
Xara smiled warmly at her. “No need to hesitate,” she said gently. “Just tell me exactly what it said.”
Aria sighed, covering her face briefly before muttering, “Bitch, if you cut my other leg, I will fuck your pussy.”
The room fell silent.
“…”
Suddenly, the room fell into heavy silence.
Everyone froze as the meaning of the words settled in, disbelief rippling across their faces. For a brief moment, no one moved, no one breathed.
It kept shouting, its voice wild and feral, filled with fury and pain that refused to quiet down.
“Heh… hehehe… I see~”
Xara’s lips curved upward, her expression twisting into something deeply unsettling. The shift alone sent shivers crawling down spines, and without realising it, several of them took a step back, instinct screaming danger.
Xara slowly shook her head, her voice dripping with mock pity. “What a bitchy mouth you have~” she murmured softly.
Her hand lifted, fingers closing around the other leg with deliberate intent.
“This must be how my darling felt, right? Huh?” Her voice dropped, losing all warmth.
Aether’s severed hand flashed through her mind, the wound that never healed, the pain that must have lingered endlessly.
He must have suffered like this… He must still be suffering.
So much pain.
She needed to understand it, too.
Only then could she truly help him.
*N-No! NO—*
Tang-chuck!
*ARRRHHHH!!!*
The sound echoed violently as the second leg was severed. Blood erupted outward like a fountain, splattering the floor as the metallic figure convulsed.
Xara caught the flesh leg easily and tossed the empty metal casing toward Lyirrs without even looking.
Aria smirked with satisfaction, ’Fuck you, asshole!’ she thought. The way it spoke disrespectfully towards her… she thought it deserved it.
Considering she could only understand it made her even more annoyed!
“Now?” Xara tilted her head, smiling sweetly as she held the knife. Its edges shimmered faintly with blue energy, humming softly as if eager.
*F-Fuck you, bitch… fuck! My legs… oh god! My fucking legs! Aaeee! It hurts… arrrhh!*
Aria nodded a few times, her face blank, her voice calm as she relayed the words without emotion.
“F-Fuck you, bitch… Fuck you. My legs hurt. Oh god! You ass. Your pussy will be smashed. It will hurt. Arrh… your pussy!!” Her tone never changed as she finished.
Xara’s smile vanished completely.
“…”
Sera blinked, uneasy. “Are you sure?” she asked hesitantly. “It sounded like it only spoke a few words.”
Aria shrugged slightly. “Who here actually knows Aether’s language?”
Sera froze, then let out an awkward sigh and stepped back without another word.
Meanwhile, Selene watched quietly. Of course, she knew Aria was lying.
The metallic figure continued screaming, staring straight at Xara, hatred blazing despite the agony.
*F-Fuck… it hurts, bitch… I’m gonna kill you all… I’ll cut you into pieces and make you suffer… you and your entire family… piece by piece… arrrh!*
Aria nodded slowly, as if acknowledging a report, before turning to Xara and repeating the message in the same manner.
“Fuck… bitch. When I get out of these chains, I’ll fuck you until you beg. I’ll hurt your family in front of you and turn them into meat. I’ll cut their pussies and wear them as proof. Arrh!”
“…”
Xara turned deeply silent, almost without breathing, just staring. It was not an empty pause but a suffocating one, a simple fucking stare that carried pressure and intent, sending sharp shivers running down everyone’s spine.
Everyone frowned as unease spread through the room. Even now, this bastard kept belittling them, screaming instead of surrendering, refusing to bow even while broken.
Looks like they had a tough nut to crack, one that would not shatter easily.
“Hehe… Hehehe~” Xara suddenly giggled, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she tilted her head slowly. “I see…” She nodded to herself before slapping her own forehead.
“I should have checked that first… that’s soooo unethical of me! Hmph!” She shook her head in disappointment, though her eyes held no regret.
Before anyone could ask what she meant, Xara glanced at Thalia and spoke with calm authority.
“Make it stand on four legs.”
Thalia blinked, her gaze dropping to the cut-off knees, “How?”
How could she possibly make it stand on four legs in that state?
Nightfire answered with an amused, excited grin. “You know doggy style, right?” Her tone carried unsettling delight.
Everyone flinched and turned toward Nightfire at once.
When did she turn back?
Nightfire winked playfully.
“There’s no way I could miss this wonderful thing!” She stepped forward eagerly and helped Thalia force the metallic figure into position.
Sluckk… Sluckk…
When the severed knees touched the white foil paper, a wet, dragging sound leaked out. The noise crawled under skin and into bones, making everyone’s legs tense as if they could feel the pain themselves.
*Arrrh! Stop it, bitch! What the fuck are you doing! Let me go, you fucking rotten monsters!*
Aria calmly translated with a detached tone. “Arrh… stop it, bitch. I’m not going to get fucked by you. If anything, you monsters should be fucked by me.” She smiled faintly at the end, a thin, unsettling curve.
She was now curious how this thing going to be treated to learn manners!
Xara shook her head slowly as she stared at it from behind, “What a wonderful view~” she said softly. “Spread it even more~”
Nightfire nodded and pushed the damaged knees farther apart. The exposed flesh slid against the paper, producing a sickening sound that made toes curl and stomachs tighten.
Nightfire glanced at Xara with open curiosity. “Are you going to peg it?”
Xara blinked once, then nodded with firm certainty.
“Indeed… it’s a fucking peg~”
She raised her knife, gripped its hip tightly, and with one deep, fast swing,
Tang-chuck!
*ARRRRRHHHHH!!!*
“Whoo!”
Everyone flinched hard, bodies tensing, teeth clenched at the sight. But the horror did not end there, not when Xara continued, slicing up and down with slow precision, deliberate and cruel, as if sawing through flesh without urgency.
“ARRRRHHH!!!! FFFFFUUUCCC!!!!–” The scream shattered mid-sound as consciousness slipped away.
Chuccckkkkkk!
Faces drained of colour as she cut downward relentlessly.
Zig~Zag~
Chucckkk~
Splasshhh~
As she parted it further, the metal parted, and flesh and blood collapsed downward like disgusting rain.
