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.

how sick and demented his men

shove their meat into anything female that had a hole—dead

what was stopping them this

"Hahahaha! It's fine."

"I'm good, thank you."

"Me too!"

reactions towards

lusted after was not the one they were going to meet behind the

smashed to a pulp by Gus' massive arms,

would have been thoroughly

messed up

suppose we better forget all about this

All the men nodded.

two prisoners—potentially slaves—were

attires—despite how

even gave a total stranger a Gold Coin attested

men could have simply kidnapped them and

wasn't their intention at

Boss instructed, we'll take

Boss—Evals Redart—was a Slave Trader, and

United Human Alliance, and men like Gus and

that they were taking these two to was one of the many places

in a city, so the Capital's

place, right?

had varying values placed on

that were kidnapped 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 labor

had special abilities—Skills or a

'Special' area of the

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

going to do in the

just watched

gleaming white ring on the floor while his Leader's

man that desired the

one that the lady called Alicia had worn when she