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

shove their meat into anything female that

was stopping

"Hahahaha! It's fine."

"I'm good, thank you."

"Me too!"

reactions towards Gus

lusted after was not the one they were going

Gus' massive arms, her teeth would have been knocked out

thoroughly mutilated—torn apart

how messed up Leader

forget all about this and focus on the task at

All the men nodded.

two prisoners—potentially slaves—were right

on their expensive-looking attires—despite how casual they seemed—they

gave a total stranger

them and

wasn't their intention at

the Boss instructed, we'll take them

Trader, and a prominent

the largest Slave Trade business in the Southern Parts of the United Human Alliance, and men like Gus and his minions were

to was one

one of its kind existed in a city, so

'Special' place, right? We

varying values placed on

in the streets—were common commodities that

men when it came to regular folks, since the pleasure that was associated with a female slave seemed to outweigh the

or

of the Warehouse, where

know what to do. I'm off to take a shit. When I come back,

what Gus was truly going to do

just watched him

spotted a gleaming white ring on the floor while his Leader's back

that desired the waitress

ring as the one that the lady called Alicia had worn when she