Fremd Torturchen - Volume 1 - Chapter Pr

Prologue

As the hands around his neck tightened, Kaito Sena mused on how predictable this outcome was.

In fact, it was a miracle that he had lived this long in the first place. His right arm was covered in shallow lacerations, his left arm unmoving and stained dark red. His ankle had been twisted at an odd angle a few months back and had stiffened that way. And it was possible that the stomach pain he had been enduring for the past three days was due to one of his organs having ruptured.

He was seventeen years and three months old. All through his life, he’d only known fickle treatment and been attacked on a whim.

It was a life no better than that of livestock, knowing it would eventually be devoured yet unable to escape its fate. In his case, he wasn’t going to be eaten but rather buried alive somewhere, or perhaps his flesh would be burned away until only bone remained, or maybe his body would be abandoned in the mountains or dumped in the ocean.

The pain weighed heavily on him as time seemed to stretch longer and longer. While he was thinking, the fat fingers pressed down on his neck even harder, crushing his respiratory tract and blood vessels. Sticky tears leaked from his protruding eyeballs.

He kicked and clawed at the hands grabbing him, but it was no use. His father was doped up well past the point of being able to reason or feel pain. As Kaito’s tongue lolled out in his desperate attempt to struggle for one more lungful of air, a part of him separated from his body and observed the situation with a disturbing level of calm. His brain, on the other hand, was burning with panic. I don’t want to die I don’t want to die I don’t want to die I don’t want to die please don’t kill me.

Against his wishes, his throat gave in. His vision went blank, but rather than infinite blackness, he saw a dancing light.

It was almost like his life was flashing before his eyes, like in stories.

But this was something else entirely, something sinister.

There were corpses as far as the eye could see.

There were men and women, young and old, their bodies mutilated and cast aside. Their hands and feet had been twisted off like those of broken dolls, their chests ripped open, their limbs torn off. Eyes, ears, teeth, and tongues were all missing.

Before Kaito’s eyes lay a mountain of corpses, each lacking so much as a shred of human dignity.

A crow cawed before taking flight, a lump of human flesh in its beak. Kaito’s vision darkened, and he could hear the roar of countless voices. A mass of people, clad in black and shaking their fists, shouted as high as their voices would allow. “Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!”

All their loathing and overwhelming bloodlust were concentrated on one dark-haired girl.

She was hovering in front of them, dressed in a straitjacket. Hundreds of chains hung from the gallows, binding her hands and feet while keeping her suspended in midair. She resembled a butterfly caught in a spiderweb. She looked up from her fluttering black locks.

Her face was terrifying in its beauty, and her striking crimson eyes turned to Kaito. He gasped.

It was clear from her expression that she was no victim.

She was looking past Kaito at the raging, bloodthirsty crowd. Her pointed gaze was devoid of fear.

Upon her immaculate face was a smile rife with cruelty and wickedness.

“Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!” The mob continued their chant, and she laughed as she bathed in their murderous rage. She laughed at it all in a manner both beautiful and sinister.

—Until the day of your death, try to do some good at least.

And then, with a firm crack, Kaito Sena’s neck was snapped.

Kaito Sena, the boy who should be dead, opened his eyes once more. The light of a bonfire filled his gaze. He appeared to be in a dimly lit stone room. Although he was sure that he’d been killed, this didn’t quite strike him as the land of the dead. Standing in front of the confused Kaito was the black-haired girl from before.

She was no longer being restrained, although in a sense, she still appeared bound.

Covering her slender body was a black bondage dress, and the part over her chest was composed almost entirely of leather belts. Her well-formed breasts, bound beneath the interlacing belts, were over half-visible. Her waist was concealed by black cloth, and past her short skirt extended a pair of gorgeous legs wrapped in what looked like stockings. The inside of her dress was dyed scarlet, and the length of the back flowed like a cape. It was quite the erotic outfit, yet somehow it did not give off a flirty impression.

The way she wore the indecent bondage-style dress was akin to a queen in her finest regalia.

Her elegant, flowing black hair suited her face, which was more refined than any Kaito had seen before. Yet, a demonic cruelty flickered in her ruby eyes.

At once, the peerless beauty parted her thin lips. Her gaze locked on to Kaito, and she spoke at last.

“O Sinless Soul, stricken down in a manner most foul. From this day forth, you shall be my loyal servant.”

Although it made little sense to demand the servitude of a dead man, her tone left no room for refusal. Belatedly, Kaito realized that he was breathing, and as he let slip a small chuckle of confusion, the girl before him made a dignified proclamation.

“I am the Torture Princess, Elisabeth Le Fanu. I am the proud wolf and the lowly sow.”