The moment she threw him onto the bed and shut the door behind her, a wave of dizziness washed over him. His vision blurred, and the world tilted.
As he slowly drifted back to consciousness, Queen Oralina drew near and began to undress.
Bit by bit, he regained control of his body. And when full awareness returned, a chill of fear crept through him at the sight before him.
He was completely naked, and the queen’s upper body glowed pale white—radiant and ghostly against the oppressive darkness that seemed to consume everything else. Her eyes blazed with an eerie red light.
Panic surged. He scrambled to his feet and shouted, “Stay away from me!”
But the queen advanced while he retreated, until his back hit the wall. She grabbed both of his arms and twisted them.
His snake tattoo activated, and his eyes turned blue. He tried to resist using his power, but he was no match for her. She overpowered him easily.
As he kept struggling, the pain from the twist intensified, forcing a loud scream from his throat.
She yanked his hair tight, forcing another cry from him. In retaliation, he spat phlegm on her face—only making her more furious.
She lost control and kicked him hard in the upper stomach, causing him to cough up blood. He began breathing heavily, only for Oralina to start punching him in the face—blow after blow—until it was covered in bruises.
She shoved him, and he fell onto his back. She straddled him and kept hitting his face, screaming,
“You are my pet! You will obey me! Know your owner!”
He bit her hand, enraging her even more. Oralina snapped and began beating him like a madwoman.
His face was covered in bruises, blood, and tears.
Oralina finally stopped and shouted, “I didn’t intend to use this method.”
Then, without hesitation, she sank her teeth into him and injected her venom into his body. Her voice turned cold.
“Last time, I used only 10% of its power. This time, it’ll be 40%.”
His body went limp—paralyzed.
She grabbed him and threw him onto the bed again.
“You can’t do shit if I’m paralyzed,” he muttered bitterly.
She laughed and walked to the side of the bed, picking up a potion bottle.
Then she returned to him, opened the vial, and poured its contents into his mouth.
His face flushed pink. A wave of unnatural heat and lust coursed through his veins—but he resisted, biting down on the rising desire.
Oralina didn’t accept his resistance. Without hesitation, she straddled him once more, just as his vision flushed pink and warped into a surreal haze.
“Let’s begin the pregnancy ritual,” she whispered coldly.

A searing wave of agony coursed through his body—pure, merciless pain, as if his skin were being peeled away inch by inch.
His body convulsed violently, trembling like a leaf caught in the heart of an earthquake.
He screamed and tried to move, but could only hear her laughter.
He tried to cry—only for her to sink her teeth into his shoulder again.
Each tear earned him another bite.
His skin turned blue, and blood streamed down his face like a river.
He fought to regain control of his body. With effort, he spat phlegm at her again—only for her to bite his mouth, flooding it with blood.
His breath faltered. His body burned with feverish heat, his face drenched in blood, his skin a canvas of blue bruises. Even his lips had turned violet. He couldn’t move a single bone.
“Please… just leave me,” he begged in a faint murmur.
Oralina paused, her glowing red eyes locking onto his. But then, without a word, she continued—as if his plea were nothing but meaningless noise.
His screams grew louder, each one surpassing the last in pure agony. Blood began to pour from the lower half of his body.
The pain sent his body into instinctive spasms. His glowing blue eyes began to dim and fade into darkness.
He let out a scream that no longer sounded human, and Oralina flinched.
Feeling threatened, she suddenly applied a powerful force to his neck, making him collapse once more. Then, she calmly resumed what she was doing, as if nothing mattered more.

After some time, Lin woke up to find a handcuff on his wrist.
Next to him lay a chunk of raw meat soaked in blood.
He looked at it in disgust. Then he felt something warm still pouring from his lower body.
Reaching down with his hand—he touched blood.
He turned to a mirror and saw his naked body: bruised and bitten, his face badly swollen, and blood dripping steadily from below… mixed with a white, sticky substance.
A scream tore from his throat—not just from pain, but from horror.
Desperate for energy, he grabbed the meat and began eating it. Tears streamed down his face as he cried:
“Damn… damn… damn… I’m going to kill her. I’m gonna kill… kill… kill her. That damn woman!”
Oralina appeared out of nowhere.
“Kill me? Huh… huh… huh… What a fine joke.”
“Damn…” he muttered under his breath.
But she didn’t leave. She stood there, unmoved.
She leaned closer, her voice a whisper laced with venom.
“I think you need to be reminded who owns you.”
She sat on him again, forcing him to endure the pain. She began to move, and Lin screamed as blood poured from his lower body, increasing more and more. Bruises spread like wildfire across his skin.
It continued like that—day after day, the same brutal routine.
For an entire month, Oralina tortured him without rest. No mercy. Just her punishment… and raw meat.
Lin began to lose pieces of himself. His eyes grew darker with each passing day, the last flickers of resistance fading into utter emptiness.