Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 1706 Little Hanako

Shiori’s fingers held Black Fang’s chin tilted upward, her thumb pressing into bruised skin she’d long since mapped.

The Fujimori’s senior information specialist had a small, satisfied smile that hadn’t left her face since she entered the cell.

No, it was present even before that, ever since the elders gave her the assignment of forcing Black Fang to submit.

“The almighty Black Fang…” She tilted her head, savoring it. “But I’ll just call you Hanako, okay? Your father was a good friend of mine, I like his naming sense.”

Her eyes studied Black Fang for a reaction, but she gained nothing. They narrowed for a moment before she continued, “Chained to a wall while the continent’s most important battle takes place without you. Your disciples, your allies, all getting butchered alive as we speak.”

She licked her lips, satisfaction growing by the second. “Young Kaede opened a tear, you know? Every notable person in the Alliance rushed through it, ambushing the big bad villain and his allies.”

Her thumb traced slowly beneath Black Fang’s eye. “I bet your little boytoy is lying in his own blood right about now.”

Black Fang’s vision swam.

The dungeon had been running together for hours while [Eternal Hunger] devoured the collar’s binding runes pulse for pulse the way it had since the cuffs closed, but the spell had been forged for short brutal work on the battlefield, and hours of this siege had pushed it past the point where discipline compensated for design.

Her channels scalded where the spell screamed to get out.

Blood had crusted from her left tear duct down her cheek without her noticing, and the hunger pressed against the walls of her will, coiled and furious, wanting the woman touching her face, the dwarves studying their newest creation’s performance, everything inside these walls.

“Don’t listen to her.” Myrasyn’s voice came from her side, hoarse yet somehow still carrying poise. “There is no way Luminara’s son would be killed by these spineless losers. You know how unfairly random his abilities are. He always has an answer!”

Shiori’s gaze slid to the queen. “You make it sound like he’s invincible… But then why did he need our adorable little Hanako to cover his hide for so long?”

She sang with cruel joy, slapping Black Fang, before continuing. “Why does he travel with whole armies instead of domineering his will upon us poor little nobodies on his lonesome?”

She tapped her chin. “I’ve researched tales about the First Elf’s other children, Your Majesty, and came to understand that many of them died in wars. Killed by humans, dwarves, beastkin. This Villain is special, I’ll give you that much. The constant notifications we’ve been getting say that much.”

Her head tilted. “But so what?”

Myrasyn’s lips pressed wry. She knew it too.

Quinlan was extraordinary, but he wasn’t beyond mortal reach. Not yet.

Black Fang suddenly burst into laughter, but it was not a sound the old torturer had ever heard, especially not in a similar situation.

The purple serpent tattoos running her arms and neck flared bright beneath the grime and dried blood, pulsing with the hunger coiling behind her ribs, and the sound that left her came low and rolling and wet from lungs that had been coughing blood all day.

Her eyes found Shiori through the haze, blazing and lucid despite every hour the dungeon had poured into breaking her, and the woman they locked onto had never been looked at like that in her life.

The chains held Black Fang’s body against the wall, but nothing in this cell was holding what lived behind those eyes.

Shiori’s arms unfolded.

The goosebumps arrived before the conscious thought, and for one unguarded moment the specialist stood in a dungeon she controlled, surrounded by her soldiers, her tools, her authority, and felt like prey.

“You unhinged creature, your marbles are truly lost. I pity you, little Hanako. No wonder your father threw you away as a baby, he must’ve seen the truth already.”

She recovered just like that, stepped away, and pulled a hefty journal from the satchel at her hip. The leather cover was stained and the binding strained with pages, and she flipped it open with a thumb that knew where everything was.

“You know, the dwarves and elves have been torturing you nonstop.” She licked her finger and turned a page. “Neurotoxin derived from cave moss, administered at hour three. Ooh, that’s a nasty one.”

Another page. “Targeted mana drain through the collar’s secondary channel, hour five. Hmm, smart.”

She clicked her tongue appreciatively, flipping further. “Sleep debuff layered into the binding pulse, sensory flooding, pain amplification through the nerve clusters…”

Shiori snapped the journal shut. “All of it expelled. Your spell ate every trick in this book the same way it keeps fighting the slavery magic in your collar.”

She turned on her heel. “So I thought of something fun. An experiment, if you will, to test your resistance. I can’t wait to see your reaction, little Hanako.”

The torturer gestured at the dwarven engineer behind her. The dwarf crossed to Black Fang’s collar and found the rune sequence along the band, and within seconds the pulses hammering against [Eternal Hunger] slowed to a crawl.

Shiori pulled a chair from the corner, sat, crossed her legs, and settled her eyes on Black Fang with clinical patience.

Black Fang felt it immediately.

The barrage of binding runes that [Eternal Hunger] had been devouring thinned to nothing, and the slavery magic it had been fighting went quiet with them.

For the first time in hours the spell had nothing foreign to consume, no hostile enchantments to wrestle, no poison to burn through, and the hunger that had been spread across a dozen fronts collapsed into a single screaming need.

It turned inward the way it always had when the cage ran dry, and her own cells became the fuel.

Pain of a different kind bloomed through her body as the spell began eating her from the inside, but the power it returned was real.

Muscles fired with strength she hadn’t felt since the battlefield, her limbs surging with the same force [Eternal Hunger] granted when it fed on enemies, only now the fuel was her own tissue burning to ash behind the strength it gave.

Her wrists wrenched against the chains and the manacles groaned with a sound that made Shiori glance up from her seat.

Minutes passed.

Myrasyn watched in horror as the veins beneath Black Fang’s skin darkened and her body surged with power that cracked the stone beneath her feet, and the queen threw herself against her own restraints until the metal cut into skin, trying to reach the woman beside her with hands that couldn’t close the gap.

She was a mage who couldn’t cast spells. The chains did not care about her desperation.

Black Fang spat blood through her teeth and pulled.

The veins running her forearms bulged black against skin gone pale from blood loss, and the muscles beneath them swelled with force that had no right existing in a body this damaged.

The manacles bit into her wrists hard enough to draw fresh blood and the chains went taut with a screech of metal on metal that filled the cell, and the wall anchors behind her cracked.

Stone dust rained from the mounting points. The cracks spread outward from the bolts in jagged lines, chunks of masonry shifting as the wall itself began to give, and the ground beneath Shiori’s chair trembled hard enough to rattle the journal off the seat.

Black Fang’s words came slurred through the blood in her mouth. “Your experiment…” Another crack split the wall behind her, loud as a whip. “I’ll play along.”

Shiori was on her feet before she knew she’d stood, the chair toppling behind her. “Heighten the hold!” Her voice came out a pitch higher than she wanted it to, the words tumbling fast. “Heighten it now!”

The dwarf reached for the collar’s rune sequence, his fingers finding the band at her throat, and Black Fang snapped her head sideways and bit down.

Her teeth closed on three of his fingers at the second knuckle and sheared through them with a crunch that sprayed blood across her chin.

“ARGHHH!” The dwarf screamed and stumbled into the gap between her body and the cracked wall, clutching his ruined hand, and Black Fang’s shoulder caught him before he could pull away.

She slammed him into the wall behind her with everything [Eternal Hunger] was feeding her muscles.