Enjoying getting whipped, are you?!

A soul-piercing Warp shriek, laced with bone-deep chill and an invisible pressure, enveloped the entire room.

Layers of frost covered the tabletop, gradually creeping up the Succubus's body until even her ankles were frozen.

"Ah—!!!"

The Succubus let out a scream of terror.

The instinctive threat of death made her want to flee into the dark shadows and get as far away as possible from the terrifying man before her.

But before the Succubus could move, Alvin merely crooked a finger.

Clatter!

In an instant, a magical chain etched with dense runes appeared out of nowhere, snaking around her neck.

The Succubus was a Dark Eldar elite, after all. The moment she realized she was under control, she somehow produced a dagger from nowhere.

Its surface was pitch-black, and it was enchanted with the agony of tormented souls. Coated in a deadly poison that could kill with a single drop of blood, it stabbed without hesitation toward Alvin.

"And you said you weren't carrying a weapon?"

Alvin sneered. He'd known it—trusting the Dark Eldar's word was even worse than trusting an Ork!

Then he yanked the chain hard.

The chain around the Succubus's neck snapped taut. The force made her drop to her knees.

Clang!

The dagger fell to the floor.

The Succubus knelt before Alvin as the magical chain around her neck tightened rapidly.

A suffocating, icy sensation immediately enveloped her. Her terrified eyes wide, she tried desperately to open her mouth and breathe,

but no matter how hard she tried, no matter how fiercely her lungs expanded, she couldn't draw in even the tiniest breath.

Fear sank into every inch of her body like bone-deep frost. The chill was like countless ants biting and gnawing at her reason and thoughts.

This chain seemed to suppress psychic powers.

Even