Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

"Sis…"

"Yeah?"

"Are we really doing this?" Vivienne asked apprehensively. She was currently in her sister's room, both were wearing their loose night garbs and were conversing in hushed tones.

"Why are you asking it like we have a choice?" Amara replied with a sorrowful grimace.

"Maybe…" Vivienne muttered, but she didn't dare say her thoughts out loud, fearing Quinlan could hear them.

They'd learned the hard way that he had a way of watching over them no matter the distance. Not understanding how the mechanism of his seemingly all-reaching eyes worked, they didn't dare act out.

The pair could only curse their horrible luck.

Their lives turned from that of utmost privilege to being not only objectified and used for their oppressor's advantage, but they were even sentenced to 10,000 nights of torture, which both of them found to be outrageous and hypocritical from a slaver like Quinlan, but they didn't dare voice such thoughts out loud.

"Just stop it…" Amara sighed. "If we keep doing good work, he won't recall us..."

Vivienne didn't like the extreme amount of copium her sister was inhaling. "What do you mean he won't recall us?! You know damn well he will! I'd been sentenced to warm the bed of his filthy freaking slaves; if he let me go, he would become a laughingstock, losing the respect of his damned men!"

Hearing her twin's words, Amara's features contorted strongly. They only spent a single night at Quinlan's home, and for the first few hours, Lucille was torturing Amara, venting some of her frustrations sustained due to them being 'dumb bitches who made her childhood worse than it needed to be' as Quinlan put it, but the caramel-haired beauty quickly got bored of it.

Her problem wasn't with the twins; they were just annoying bitches in her eyes. Lucille's mother was killed by the mother of the twins, Dahlia. Hence, the Berserker-classed beauty was after her, not her daughters.

However, once Lucille was done beating Amara up, she was given to Selene to do with as she pleased, who traumatized the haughty woman to her very core. Every time Amara closed her eyes, the vengeful image of the red-haired woman grinning manically while burning Amara's skin off her body would flash.

"Maybe he will not recall me at least…" Amara corrected her statement, earning a strong sigh from Vivienne.

The twins quickly collected themselves, steeled their resolve to do as instructed, even if it meant selling their family, and stepped out of their chambers. The moment they emerged, they were met with the sight of a small army of guards.

The men opened their eyes wide at their presence, clearly not expecting either of them to leave the chambers. Their eyes examined the two young women, lingering far too long on their forms veiled by the rather loose night robes, even their feet were bare, all done on purpose to appear as fragile and defenseless as possible.

Vivienne felt their gazes full of lust and desire for her person. As the daughter of a duke and an undeniable beauty, she was well aware of the effect she had on men.

For once, their stares didn't irritate her.

She was too busy fuming.

'All these high-tier guards, right here at our beck and call…'

It was infuriating. Where were they when she and Amara had been taken?

She already knew the answer. They were here. Serving their father.

Back when the twins traveled to the capital to participate in the Grand Auction, they'd brought only five mid-tier guards with them because they were their subordinates, not their father's. Had they accepted the duke's elite forces, they would have been untouchable.

Quinlan would never have captured them.

But no… they had been too proud, wanting to be independent. They wanted no part of their father's overbearing protection, believing themselves to be above it. In the first place, who would dare attack the full-blooded daughters of a duke?

Unfortunately for the twins, they'd pissed off the wrong man.

Now, standing in the presence of their father's finest warriors, Vivienne couldn't help but grit her teeth. If only one or two of these warriors had been present…

"Miladies, are you going somewhere?"

Neither of the twins gave him the time of day; they merely began walking toward their destination. The bodyguards quickly fell into formation around them.

They arrived at their father's quarters within minutes. Amara gestured for the guards standing defensively in front of the duke's room, who nodded and knocked on the door.

A deep voice called out from within, "Come in."

Alastair stood near a bookshelf, dressed in an elegant night robe.

"My sweet little sugarplums," he greeted before setting his wine glass down as he strode toward them. "What brings you here so late?"

It was time to act.

Vivienne's throat tightened as she forced her expression to crumble. Amara mirrored the shift; her lips quivered masterfully as her gaze dropped to the floor.

"Father…" Vivienne murmured with a high-pitched, trembling tone. "W-we're too afraid to sleep alone…"

Amara sniffled, playing her part perfectly. "We keep hearing noises… We can't stop thinking about what happened…"

Alastair's entire demeanor darkened, not toward them, but toward the bastards who had dared to attempt laying a hand on his daughters.

His jaw clenched as he spat with fury, "Those insane fuckers… They dare do make an attempt on my princesses!"

The twins glanced at each other amid their sobs.

Perfect.

His anger once again flared for the perpetrators despite his most trusted allies doing their best to placate his wrath.

Alastair pulled them both into a warm embrace. "You don't have to explain anything, my gorgeous princesses. There's no shame in needing Daddy's presence to sleep well despite nearing 40 years of age. If you feel unsafe, then you will stay here. I won't have either of you trembling in fear under my roof."

And just like that, the night of wailing began. The twins did their best to sob and talk while pretending to be asleep, mentioning Broker's name over a thousand times in the process. On occasion, they listened to Quinlan's advice and thought back to their night spent in his home.

Selene was single-handedly carrying Amara's terrified shrieks, while Vivienne decided to use her memory of Blackjack. The crazed subordinate of Quinlan who was truly beyond the brink. Her time with him wasn't enviable, let's just leave it at that.

As such, they cried out many times but never uttered the names of the real perpetrators behind their nightmares. Not because they were so loyal or had such a good grasp on their speech, but because they were Quinlan's [Subjugated] subordinates who were ordered never to reveal anything compromising about him or his allies. Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

By the time morning came, the duke had bloodshot eyes and perpetually trembling fists.

…

I rode the air currents toward the water quadrant. Once it was time, I popped the cork of the water elixir and brought it to my lips. As soon as its contents touched my tongue, a chilling sensation ran through my body. It was vastly different in its nature from the overwhelming heat of fire or the wild tossing of wind, yearning for boundless freedom.

It wasn't pain, nor was it discomfort, but a numbing cold that felt as if my very essence was being submerged.

Then, as if to make good on its word, I was dragged downward.