"Ehh, kill all of us? What can a little girl, frail like you, can do?" Kenji's voice dripped with a sickening blend of arrogance and lust. He advanced, his gaze sweeping over Samantha with a possessive hunger that made her skin crawl. "We heard a rumor that his little sister is frail, weak, and a beauty… looks like they're right."
He paused, letting the silence amplify his words, then added with a leer, "Well, it's true about the beauty, but not anymore about being frail and weak...besides, you're the only one here, little girl. You're outnumbered."
His companion, a hulking figure with a scarred face and dead eyes, chuckled, the sound grating like rusted metal. "Ren gets front row seats to the show. Gets to watch his little sister get destroyed. And get tasted. Bet her neck is super tasty..." He ran a filthy tongue over his lips, his gaze lingering on Samantha's exposed skin. "Look at her body… sweet..."
The third thug, younger than the others but with a cruel glint in his eyes, stepped into the dim light. "You'll be watching her begging on her knees," he sneered, his voice thick with perverse excitement. "Watching her satisfy us. And watching her get destroyed by my c*ck."
Samantha's breath hitched, a wave of nausea threatening to overwhelm her. The stench of the warehouse, already foul, seemed to intensify, mingling with the sickening scent of their lust. She could feel Ren's fear, raw and palpable, vibrating in the air between them. But beneath the revulsion, something else was stirring within her – a cold, unwavering fury.
"What a disgusting pervert you are, senior," Samantha's voice, when it came, was low and steady, a stark contrast to the tremor that had run through her moments before. She spat the word "senior" like a curse, her eyes hardening. "Yuck. I'm younger than you, you pedophile. Fuck you. If you touch her, you'll be dead. If I escape these ties, you'll wish you were never born."
Ren's muscles strained against the ropes binding him to the chair, his face contorted with a mixture of pain and desperate protectiveness. "Samantha, run!" he croaked, his voice raw and pleading. "Kuya will handle this. Don't worry about me." But the frantic edge in his tone betrayed his words. He knew, better than anyone, the depravity of these men.
Samantha didn't even glance at him. Her entire focus was on the three figures before her, her gaze unwavering. "And me, begging?" A humorless smile twisted her lips, devoid of any warmth. "Yuck. If there's someone begging here, it's all of you." Her eyes swept over them, dismissive and chilling, as if assessing the best way to dismantle a machine.
Wait, Samantha, you can't handle all of them, Mochi's voice buzzed urgently in her mind. Even if you've grown stronger, it's too many of them.
Samantha ignored the frantic warning. Her mind was racing, calculating distances, angles, weaknesses. The system's power surged through her veins, a potent cocktail of adrenaline and something… more. It wasn't just about saving Ren. It was about retribution. About extinguishing the vile hunger in their eyes. About proving, with brutal clarity, that they had chosen the wrong target.
Kenji's sneer faltered, a flicker of unease crossing his face. He'd expected tears, pleas for mercy, the pathetic whimpering of a cornered animal. Not this chilling defiance. He took a hesitant step back. "Oho, who said I'm alone, seniors?" Samantha's voice dripped with a confidence that belied her situation. A slow smile spread across her face, a predator toying with its prey.
The three thugs exchanged confused glances. "What's that supposed to mean, little girl?" the scarred one growled, taking a step forward.
Samantha tilted her head, her gaze fixed on a point just beyond them. "Earlier…"
Samantha, her phone clutched in her trembling hand, frantically typed a message. Her fingers flew across the screen, fueled by adrenaline and desperation.
Samantha: Ate Lexie, please help me! Kuya is in danger! He's at the old warehouse on Elm Street!
The scene transitioned to a sleek, modern gym, bathed in the cool glow of LED lights. Lexie Xanthe Villareal, clad in a sports bra and leggings, moved with a fluid power, her muscles rippling as she executed a complex series of kicks and punches against a heavy bag. Sweat glistened on her brow, but her expression remained focused, impassive.
Her phone, lying on a nearby bench, beeped softly. The message notification glowed on the screen. Lexie didn't pause her workout. She didn't even glance at the device. Her movements remained precise, relentless.
Only after completing her set did she reach for the phone, her movements deliberate and unhurried. She read the message, her expression unchanging. No alarm, no panic, just a cold, calculating focus settling in her eyes.
Without a word, she grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat from her face and neck. She exchanged her workout top for a simple black shirt, the movement revealing the toned muscles of her arms and shoulders. Then, she was out the door, keys in hand, the engine of her car roaring to life moments later.
The flashback ended, the scene snapping back to the dimly lit warehouse.
Samantha's smile widened, a hint of genuine amusement finally reaching her eyes. "Huh. Bet you guys did not know that my Kuya's girlfriend is Ate Lexie Villareal. She's coming here."
Kenji scoffed, his bravado returning, though less convincing this time. "Huh, you're kidding. There's no way that a loser like your brother will have her as his gf."
He spat on the ground, dismissing Samantha's words as a desperate bluff. But even as he spoke, a flicker of doubt lingered in his eyes. He knew the rumors about Lexie Villareal. Everyone did.
The most beautiful girl on campus, yes, but also a force of nature. Untouchable. Unforgiving. A predator in her own right. The thought of her descending upon this dingy warehouse sent a shiver down his spine despite his bravado.
"Huh, Kenji, is this girl lying? There's no way the Ice Queen would grace this shithole," the scarred thug, Ben, rasped, his voice a sandpaper scrape against the silence. But the bravado was a cracked mask; his eyes, bloodshot and jittery, darted towards the warehouse's grimy exit. He shifted his hulking frame, the metal of his studded belt clinking ominously.
Kenji's eyes, sharp and predatory, flickered across Samantha's face, then back to Ren, bound and gagged. A thin sheen of sweat glossed Kenji's forehead despite the warehouse's chill. "Hahaha… yeah, she's super famous, you know? And she rejected half the damn city. Guys, maybe she's not bluffing. Maybe we just cut our losses and run before this gets messier." His laugh was forced, a brittle thing threatening to shatter.
The youngest thug, Ying, barely out of his teens, sneered, trying to hide his unease. "Ben's always been a scaredy-cat. Always pissing his pants. There's no way the Ice Queen would come here for this loser." He punctuated his words with a kick to a rusty barrel, the sound echoing hollowly. But his voice trembled, betraying him.
Samantha's smile, which had been a flicker of defiance, died. Her face hardened into a mask of cold fury. "Well, shut up and come fight me, seniors. Since you're so damn sure Ate Lexie won't be paying us a visit." She shifted her weight, her stance low and balanced, a predator coiling to strike. "Or were you all just planning on ganging up on a tied-up girl?" Her voice dripped with disdain. "I thought that ya'll were gonna fuck me?" she said, her voice laced with disgust. "Perverts."
Ren's face, already pale, turned a sickly gray. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, and his eyes, wide with terror, pleaded with Samantha. His chest heaved against the ropes, a desperate struggle for air. "Samantha… Kuya's okay… I'll be freeing you soon. Don't panic… breathe… you're gonna trigger an asthma attack…" Each word was a ragged gasp.
A digital chime sliced through the tension.
[Main Mission #2: Save Your Older Brother]
[Difficulty: ★★★★★]
[Time Limit: 06:00]
[Warning: Time is running out!]
Samantha's breath hitched. Six minutes. Six minutes to save Ren from these animals.
Please, Ate Lexie, please hurry the hell up,* she thought, a silent prayer laced with desperation and a terrifying resolve.
As Renji closed his eyes, his sister is now fighting the thugs.
"What's wrong, seniors? Cat got your tongues?" Samantha's voice, when it came, was a low purr, dangerous and laced with a chilling amusement. "Kenji said earlier I was frail. Said I was weak. Now try me." Her eyes, devoid of any fear, swept over the three, then the fifteen other thugs lurking in the shadows. "You're going to pay for what you did to my Kuya. All of you. I'll be showing you no mercy."
She took a step, then another, each movement deliberate, each footfall echoing like a death knell in the vast space. "Now, who's first? Who wants to test how 'frail' I am?"
Ben, for all his size, recoiled. He'd seen fear in his victims' eyes, not this chilling, focused rage. Kenji, however, his pride wounded, stepped forward. He couldn't back down in front of his crew. Not even if a sliver of doubt gnawed at him.
"Fine, I'll take her," Kenji snarled, his voice rough. "Don't think just because you got lucky with those hits earlier, you can take on all of us." He cracked his knuckles, a sickening sound. "I'll enjoy breaking that pretty face."
He lunged, a clumsy, telegraphed punch aimed at Samantha's head. She sidestepped with impossible speed, her fist a blur of motion. It connected with Kenji's ribs, the sound of cracking bone echoing through the warehouse. Kenji doubled over, gasping for air.
"Uh, Seniors, breaking the one-on-one rule already? Tch, pathetic," Samantha's voice dripped with disdain, each word a lash. "I thought there were rules among you seniors."
Before Kenji could recover, Ying and Ben charged. Ying, fueled by a desperate need to prove himself, swung a rusty pipe. Ben, roaring in fury, aimed a haymaker the size of Samantha's head.
Samantha moved like a viper. She ducked under Ying's swing, the pipe whistling past her ear. She caught Ben's fist in both of her hands, her grip inhumanly strong. The bones in his hand crunched. Ben's roar turned into a high-pitched scream.
Using Ben's momentum, she spun him around and hurled him into Ying. The two thugs collided, a tangle of limbs and curses.
"I'll show you pathetic," Samantha snarled, her voice losing its icy control, replaced by a raw, animalistic fury.
She stalked towards Ying and Ben, who were struggling to untangle themselves. Ben cradled his mangled hand, his face slick with sweat and tears. Ying, eyes wide with terror, tried to scramble backward.
Samantha grabbed Ying by the throat, her fingers digging into his flesh. His breath hitched, his eyes bulging. His hands clawed at her arm, uselessly.
With her other hand, she gripped Ben's hair and yanked his head back. His scream cut off abruptly.
"Please… please stop! I can't breathe!" Ying choked out, his voice a gurgle.
Ben's eyes rolled back in his head.
Samantha's grip tightened on Ying's throat. "Huh? Whose gonna make who beg now, huh?" she hissed. "You wanted to see me beg, right? You wanted to taste me, right?" Her voice cracked, a horrifying parody of a child's sing-song.
She lifted Ying off the ground, his feet dangling. His struggles weakened. His face turned a grotesque shade of purple.
With a sickening crack, she twisted his neck. Ying's body went limp.
She tossed his body aside like a ragdoll. It landed with a wet thud.
Samantha turned to Ben, who was whimpering, his eyes fixed on Ying's lifeless form.
"Now, it's your turn, Senior," she said, her voice devoid of any emotion.
She stalked towards him, her footsteps slow and deliberate. Ben tried to crawl away, but Samantha grabbed his ankle and dragged him back.
"Please… please don't kill me," Ben begged, tears streaming down his face. "I have a family…"
Samantha stared at him, her eyes like chips of ice. "You should have thought about that before you decided to hurt my Kuya."
She raised her foot and stomped on his knee. Ben screamed, a high-pitched, agonizing sound.
Samantha didn't stop. She stomped again, and again, until both of Ben's legs were broken.
Ben's screams turned into whimpers, then into silence. He lay on the ground, his body twitching.
Samantha knelt beside him, her face inches from his. "I'm not going to kill you," she whispered. "Not yet."
She grabbed his face, her fingers digging into his cheeks. "But I am going to make you suffer."
She began to methodically break every bone in his hands, one by one. Ben's muffled cries filled the warehouse.
The other thugs watched in horror, frozen in place. Kenji, his bravado gone, stood rooted to the spot, his face pale and slick with sweat.
Samantha's methodical brutality was more terrifying than any mindless rage.
It was a surgeon's precision applied to torture.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Samantha stood up. Ben lay on the ground, his body broken and mangled. He was still alive, but barely.
Samantha turned to face Kenji and the remaining thugs. Her face was splattered with blood, her eyes burning with a terrifying intensity.
"Who's next?" she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Who wants to try their luck against the 'frail' little girl?"
The thugs shifted uneasily, their bravado evaporating. No one dared to step forward.
Kenji, his voice trembling slightly, tried to regain control. "Don't just stand there! Attack her! She's just one girl!"
But his words fell flat. His men were too terrified to move.
Samantha's gaze locked onto Kenji. "Kenji ,if i beat the remaining 15of your friends " she said, her voice dripping with venom,. "You're next. And if you even think about running, I'll kill you. Slowly.