Reincarnated as the Villainess's Unlucky Bodyguard-Chapter 189: A Symphony of Agony

Liria stood motionless in the shadowed corner of the chamber, heart beating in a slow, measured rhythm. The world around her had narrowed to this single room, filled with shadows that danced in the flickering torchlight. She'd thought the lesson was complete, but now it was clear—the Dark Sovereign was far from finished.

"You gave him hope," the Sovereign murmured softly, stepping forward to brush her fingertips lightly along the prisoner's jaw. "You mustn't ever do that."

The prisoner stiffened at her touch, a tremor coursing through his battered body. He'd surrendered his information already names, locations, alliances. He had nothing left to offer. And yet, the demon queen's golden eyes gleamed with anticipation, hungry and merciless.

"He cooperated," Liria said quietly, stepping forward. Her voice was careful, measured, but a faint note of uncertainty lingered, betraying her inexperience. "Isn't that enough?"

The Dark Sovereign's gaze flickered to her, sharp and amused. "Enough?" Her lips curled into a smile as cold as the blade she held. "You misunderstand, child. Compliance is merely the beginning. True submission comes only after the mind breaks completely."

The prisoner whimpered softly, eyes widening as understanding dawned. He strained weakly against the chains, desperation sparking renewed defiance. "Please," he rasped, voice cracked and raw, "I told you everything. Mercy—"

The Sovereign tilted her head, feigning confusion. "Mercy?" she echoed softly, fingers caressing the edge of a small, curved blade. "And who ever promised you mercy?"

She turned to Liria, the cruel curve of her mouth lingering. "Now, observe closely. You've learned to extract information, but now I will teach you something even more valuable the art of lasting agony."

Liria felt a chill twist through her spine, an involuntary shudder she concealed beneath an impassive mask. Her system stirred again, a faint whisper at the back of her mind.

[Well, this escalated quickly. Thought we were done traumatizing the poor man.]

She ignored the commentary, forcing her focus back to the scene unfolding before her. The Dark Sovereign moved with deliberate grace, her fingertips tracing the man's bruised chest with chilling gentleness.

"The body," the demon queen murmured, "can withstand much, if given the chance to rest. But when deprived of that luxury…" She raised her hand, displaying a small vial filled with a clear, viscous liquid. "…even the strongest break."

She opened the vial, dipping the thin blade into the fluid, coating it thoroughly. Her movements were deliberate, unhurried, savoring the prisoner's escalating dread. "Venom from the Nightspider. Exquisite pain. It burns without destroying, consumes without killing."

The prisoner twisted desperately, his breathing rapid, panic overtaking exhaustion. "No—please, gods, no—"

The Sovereign leaned close, her voice barely above a whisper, yet carrying the weight of a thousand horrors. "No gods here, only devils."

She pressed the poisoned blade gently against his ribs, just beneath the sternum. For a breathless moment, nothing happened, the room suspended in silent tension.

Then he screamed.

It was a raw, animalistic sound deeper, sharper, far more agonizing than before. His entire body seized, veins straining against pale skin, sweat pouring down in rivulets as every muscle locked in violent, uncontrollable spasms.

Liria flinched inwardly, even as her face remained perfectly composed.

[Quite the lesson, isn't it?] the system noted grimly. [Remind me never to annoy her.]

Liria stepped closer, unable to tear her gaze away. The prisoner thrashed helplessly, each breath a ragged gasp, eyes wide and glazed with a pain that transcended mere physical torment. She could see it clearly now the gradual disintegration of his mind, layer by layer, piece by fragile piece.

The Dark Sovereign pulled back slightly, watching the man writhe with a detached satisfaction. "A single drop, and his world has become nothing but pain. Notice how his thoughts crumble how nothing else exists for him. In this state, death would be a kindness."

She glanced at Liria, eyes glowing softly in the dim chamber. "But kindness has no place here."

Liria met her gaze steadily, forcing herself to maintain composure. "How long does it last?"

"Hours," the Sovereign replied, lifting the blade delicately. "Sometimes days. The human body is stubbornly resilient. And when the venom begins to fade, another dose brings it rushing back, stronger each time."

Liria swallowed quietly, absorbing the ruthless efficiency of the technique. "It's… cruel."

The Dark Sovereign's smile softened slightly, though it never lost its predatory edge. "Cruelty is relative. What is cruel to him is merely necessary to us. Empathy is your weakness, child. You must abandon it to rule."

She turned, handing the small blade carefully to Liria. "Now, you try."

Liria hesitated only a heartbeat before stepping forward. The blade felt impossibly heavy in her hand burdened not by its physical weight but by the awareness of what she was about to inflict. Yet, as she stood over the broken knight, another truth stirred within her.

He was her enemy. They all were.

He had chosen a side, and that side was against her.

Her gaze hardened. She dipped the blade carefully into the vial once more, mimicking the demon queen's earlier precision. The prisoner sobbed openly, begging through incoherent whimpers for mercy that would never come.

[Careful,] the system murmured, voice uncharacteristically subdued. [There's no turning back from this.]

Liria hesitated a final second, then pressed the blade lightly against his thigh. The venom seeped into his bloodstream, and his screams filled the chamber once more a tortured symphony echoing off cold stone walls.

This time, she didn't flinch.

She didn't look away.

She let herself feel it, experience the intoxicating rush of power as she became the source of his agony. It was unsettling, disturbing and yet strangely compelling.

She withdrew the blade slowly, deliberately, her breath steadying even as his became desperate, ragged gasps. He was no longer a knight, no longer a man merely a trembling, broken creature lost in an endless sea of torment.

The Dark Sovereign's voice was soft, approving. "Excellent. Now you see it clearly the truth of power. It is not just violence. It's dominance, total control over another's existence."

Liria met her mentor's gaze again, her expression cool and resolute. "What's next?"

The demon queen stepped back, allowing Liria space to continue. "Now you practice. Find your rhythm. Explore how far he can go before his mind shatters completely."

And so, Liria continued, experimenting with different placements, varying doses of venom, noting how each subtle shift altered his cries, deepened his suffering, pushed him ever closer to the brink. The prisoner's screams became ragged, hoarse, until all that emerged were pitiful whimpers, broken whispers pleading for an end that would not come.

The hours blurred, darkness stretching endlessly around them, a cocoon of agony and dominance from which there was no escape—neither for the prisoner nor for her.

Finally, the Dark Sovereign lifted her hand, signaling an end. "Enough. He has reached his limit."

Liria stepped back, blade trembling slightly in her grasp. She felt hollow, drained yet strangely elevated, changed in ways she could not yet fully grasp.

The prisoner hung limply, consciousness slipping in and out. The Dark Sovereign brushed her fingers gently across his sweat-soaked forehead. "Remember this feeling, Liria. This is your right the power over life, death, sanity itself."

Liria nodded slowly, placing the blade down with careful reverence. "I understand."

The Dark Sovereign smiled a genuine, almost affectionate gesture. "Good. Rest now, child. You've learned well tonight."

As they left the chamber, sealing the tortured soul within, the system whispered softly in the back of her mind.

[You've changed, Liria.]

She paused for a moment, absorbing the weight of that truth.

"I know," she murmured softly.

And for the first time, she realized , she didn't regret it.

The thought settled in her chest like a heavy stone sinking into deep waters. The echoes of the prisoner's screams still lingered in the back of her mind, yet they did not disturb her. Instead, they felt distant like whispers of another world, one she had long since left behind.

Liria flexed her fingers as they walked down the dark corridor, feeling the phantom weight of the blade still pressed against her palm. The rush of power had not faded. If anything, it burned hotter, winding itself through her veins like wildfire.

The Dark Sovereign walked beside her, her presence a force of gravity all its own. She did not speak, did not press, merely watching with those golden eyes that saw too much.

"You are quiet," she finally said.

Liria exhaled, her breath curling in the cold air. "I'm thinking."

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The demon queen hummed in amusement. "And what conclusion have you reached?"

Liria glanced at her, then back ahead. "That pain is more useful than I thought."

The Dark Sovereign's smile was slow, pleased. "Yes. And?"

Liria let her steps slow, considering her next words carefully.

"And that I could do it again," she admitted, voice steady. "Without hesitation."

The demon queen's expression did not change, but something in her gaze sharpened, approving. "Good," she murmured. "Because you will."

Liria did not flinch. Did not doubt.

She simply nodded.

Because she knew this was only the beginning.