Magical Girl with Demonic Time Magic-Chapter 89: Eighth Attempt

Chapter 89: Eighth Attempt
"Alright Rena, you can take care of her for the next few hours, I’m busy now," the Pharmacist says as I agree and leave his room, heading to the place where Setsuna is being held.
"She must have already woken up," I walk calmly through the halls, seeing the monsters passing by. They look at me lustfully because of my reputation in this place, and I quickly reach the location where they’ve locked up Setsuna.
I see her staring intently into my eyes with a disturbingly cold gaze, as if she had been expecting this. I swallow hard as I enter without saying a word, due to her stare.
"So, how are you? Aren’t you going to say anything, complain, or, I don’t know, yell at me?" I ask while I adjust the cameras to record her.
"No, I already know everything I needed to know about you and what will happen to me. Don’t worry, I won’t resist..." She speaks coldly, as if she truly knows these things.
"That’s good, it saves time," I say, finishing setting up the camera.
"How many monsters are there on site? I know you had a hot night with several of them three days ago," she speaks, and I’m surprised.
"H-How?"
"A monster got lost and stopped here for a few minutes, and this is the third time," she speaks, and I don’t understand.
"Third time?"
"Never mind, just counting... your ice magic is impressive, I didn’t know you could be so skilled. In closed spaces, it must be difficult to defeat you, right?" She suddenly compliments me.
"W-Well, that’s true," I say proudly. She hasn’t even seen what I can really do. She would be surprised if she saw how I fight when I’m serious. I’m so strong that the Pharmacist himself sometimes asks me for favors related to fighting.
"Since you’ve been so good, I think I can give you a treat. Just keep being like this, and your life here will be good," I say, going over to her and lifting her uniform to draw on her stomach.
I start drawing a beautiful heart, feeling inspired as I work hard on the drawing.
"I suggest you be careful with your ribs on the left," she speaks softly, and I feel a shiver.
"..."
’H-How the hell does she know?’ I quickly look at her, but she doesn’t appear to have said anything.
"C-Could you repeat what you said before?" I ask uncertainly.
"I didn’t say anything," she says, just looking at the drawer where the materials to use on her are.
"So, how many monsters are here? Am I going to have to deal with a lot today?" She repeats the previous question.
"Don’t worry about that, today you’ll be with just the Pharmacist, and normally there are only about 100 monsters around here," I speak to put her at ease. She must be afraid of being used by many on her first day.
"It must be difficult to deal with about 100 monsters... although I’d say it’s actually a maximum of 30, since drugs and alcohol affect even the monsters," she says something obvious.
"We won’t drug you, okay? And it’s not that chaotic here. Everything is used within limits to avoid fights... Anyway, could you stop asking questions? I’m busy taking care of you, I can’t waste time," I say, thinking that’s what she’s talking about.
She mutters some things that I ignore while I go to the drawer, choosing which toy to use at the moment.
"Rena, can I ask one more question?" She questions, and I sigh.
"Go ahead," I’m already getting irritated with these questions. She was so quiet on the missions, why is she asking so many things now?
"What are these chains made of to be so difficult to break with physical strength?" She asks while I look at her wrists.
’She doesn’t seem to have tried to break them... I guess it won’t hurt to tell her. It’ll help her understand that there’s no escape from here.’
"They’re made of common iron, but they’ve been reinforced with magic to withstand the strength of magical girls..." She interrupts me.
"But you know you can take them off if you hurt your wrists until they bleed, using the blood as a slippery material to slide your hands out," she speaks as if it’s nothing.
"Haaa... yes, I know, but only idiots would hurt their hands that way, making it impossible to hold a weapon and use magic correctly when it’s easier to release the internal lock..."
"Lock?" When she repeats it with interest, I put my hand over my mouth. I’ve said too much. These handcuffs are based on a BDSM set, and they have two locks the primary one used with a key, and a secondary one that the captive can release.
The reason for this is to humiliate the captured girls. At the end of the training, it’s shown how they can unlock the secondary lock even while restrained. It’s not easy or simple, but it can be done after learning.
"Tsk, shut up," I say irritated. I hope she doesn’t tell the others about this, or I might have problems. Not that she’s going to learn how to unlock the second lock, it’s super difficult. Even I, who know how to release it, take almost 3 hours to do it alone.
It’s just a stupid security mechanism that doesn’t work right. It’s literally just a way to tell the girls that if they weren’t stupid sex toys, they could easily figure out how to escape.
"You’re talking too much, so stay quiet," I say, taking a long vibrator and putting it in my mouth to transmit the sensation to her. She falls silent, feeling the sensation as I slowly insert and withdraw the vibrator, completely swallowing it.
I start doing this, feeling a twinge of pleasure that I transmit to her, but unlike the moans I expected, she stares at me coldly.
Her eyes are so cold and lifeless as they stare at me fixedly that it feels as if she could kill me at any moment. She doesn’t show any sign of enjoying it. In fact, she doesn’t show any emotion at all.
Her eyes seem like an endless spiral of darkness that absorb all the light, creating this frightening illusion that makes me stop what I’m doing.
She just stares at me fixedly while I feel uncomfortable, waiting for it to be over.
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"Alright Rena, you can take care of her for the next few hours, I’m busy now," the Pharmacist says as I agree and leave his room, heading to the place where Setsuna is being held.
"How strange... I feel a chill running through my body..." I feel like something ominous is waiting for me, but I still go to the room where Setsuna is being held. I enter and close the door, seeing Setsuna chained to the wall.
"So, how are you?" I ask, looking at her. She gives me a huge smile that sends a shiver down my spine. Her eyes are shadowy and opaque, carrying a frightening darkness in the pink tone they have.
"Eighth attempt, did you know Rena that after repeating something 8 times, everything seems ridiculously predictable?" Setsuna speaks, leaving me confused.
"What do you mean?"
"You’re quite perverse, with anal toys, blowjobs, spankings, massive vibrators, egg vibrators, drugs, and other things you have in that drawer to try to use," she says, disgusting me.
"I wonder if you can perceive how deep my disgust for you is," she speaks, irritating me.
"You didn’t..."
Bang
Before I can react, I’m hit by a shot in the left rib that hits my spleen, and I fall to the ground in pain.
"H-Huh?" I make a confused sound. Before I realized it, she had unlocked the secondary lock on the handcuffs with incredible speed, drawn her gun, and fired a precisely aimed shot at my weak point.
Things I don’t understand how did she know about the secondary lock release? How did she know where to shoot to hit me?
The spleen is my weak point because it’s the place where my body stores the drug and magic reserves that the Pharmacist gave me to use in fights. He modified this organ for this function, and without it, my power drops by almost 70%.
"Y-You... KYAAAAAAA!" Before I can speak, Setsuna shoots my thighs and arms, cutting the ligaments needed for limb movement at absurdly precise points. I scream in pain as she approaches.
"Thanks to you, I know that the sounds in this room are isolated with a 98% percentage, so no one will hear you scream, Rena. I appreciate the information you gave me, it was very useful. It’s difficult to use magic without being able to move, isn’t it?" She speaks with a mocking smile.
But her eyes don’t smile with her. They’re a deep abyss of hatred and disgust that stare at me, threatening to consume me.
"W-Wait, p-please let’s t-talk..." I say, crying, as she steps on my stomach.
"There’s no need, the last Rena already told me everything I needed to know. Your current value is 0, unless it’s how much you can scream at the moment."
"P-Please, l-let’s t-talk," I say, crying a lot.
"I-I just w-wanted to s-survive, p-please help me," I say, crying while trying not to scream in pain. At this rate, if I don’t receive treatment, I’m going to die.
"I know, we’ve had this conversation before. You’re afraid of dying, blah, blah, blah. You just wanted to be someone important in life, you just wanted to feel safe and in control of your own life."
"I don’t need to hear all that bullshit for the fourth time. I already know everything I need to know about you, but don’t worry, I’ll deliver your head to your mother as soon as I’m done here, just like I said the first time," she speaks, approaching my throat.
With a squeeze, I hear a crack as my throat seems to close, and I feel an intense pain that increases my tears. She also fires a side shot, completely destroying only the trachea of the body without affecting any other area.
"As a magical girl with your trachea broken, you’ll take 10 to 15 minutes to die, from asphyxiation, extreme pain, shortness of breath, convulsions, and lung collapse, drowning in your own blood, and a few other problems. I suggest you don’t try to cough, or you’ll find it’s infernally painful."
"Anyway, I think we’ll see each other a few more times until I figure out how to defeat the Pharmacist. I look forward to the ninth attempt, and that your screams will be the motivating music that follows me for a while," she speaks, getting up and leaving the room.
"..." I try to reach out, scream for help, ask for help, but nothing. I feel the blood going to my mouth as I can’t breathe. It hurts, everything hurts, too many different pains to process at once.
The asphyxiation is horrible, the metallic taste in my mouth bothers me while I can’t even move.
’A-Am I going to die? N-No, I d-don’t want to, s-someone help... p-please... I-I just wanted to s-survive... s-someone... p-please save me.’ I can only beg for help as the pain consumes my mind.