An Extra’s POV

"Haha! Is it all done?"

A burly man, robust with a bulging stomach appeared from the inner recesses of the 'staff-only' room.

He had blood stains on his hand, and each finger had rings on them. His fat-ridden body moved slowly as he cleaned his bloodied hands with a rag and flung it to the side once he was done.

"Oh, Leader? Did you kill that woman already?" One of the men who had secured both Alicia and Billy said with a somewhat disappointed face.

"What do you think?" The fat man answered with a twisted grin.

His hands were meant to be clean now, but stains of red still appeared in some areas.

"I-I see… I shouldn't have even asked."

In all honesty, this man—as well as the rest of his six comrades—wanted to have his way with her.

He had been looking forward to enjoying the waitress for some time now.

'When we killed her Boss and took over this shop, I expected my time to come soon…'

He felt frustrated that his Leader had done away with her already.

"She intentionally tripped, that woman. I was watching everything that happened with my Skill." The robust man said with a smirk.

"I had to… punish her."

The sadistic gleam in his eyes told the men that watched him that it wasn't a quick experience for the poor lady.

She must have suffered intensely.

"Her corpse is still there, if you want to have a go. I tried to keep her in as good a shape as possible."

As the robust man said this, he brought a coin out of his sleeve and tossed it in the air, before picking it up from the air and placing it in his pouch.

"At least I got a reward for my troubles…" He chuckled silently.

The men who watched him didn't move. They remained in their positions despite already having the permission to fulfill their carnal desires.

"What's the matter? Is it because she's a corpse now? It's not like you've not done it that way before." He chuckled.

He wasn't wrong.

knew how sick and demented

into anything female

what was stopping

"Hahahaha! It's fine."

"I'm good, thank you."

"Me too!"

for these reactions towards Gus was

not the one they

to a pulp by Gus' massive

have been thoroughly

how messed up

I suppose we better forget all about this

All the men nodded.

two prisoners—potentially slaves—were right

attires—despite how casual

the lady even gave a total

have simply kidnapped them and

wasn't their

we'll take them to

Redart—was a Slave Trader, and a prominent one at

United Human Alliance, and men like Gus and his minions

they were taking these two to

one of its kind existed in a city, so the Capital's warehouse was

'Special' place,

had varying values

slaves—like random beggars that were kidnapped in

to regular folks, since the pleasure that was associated with a female slave

or a useful Class—were valued even

of the Warehouse, where

already know what to do. I'm off to take a shit.

Gus was truly going to

watched

gleaming white ring on the floor while his

same man that desired the

ring as the one that the lady called