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.

Gus, knew how sick

into anything female that had a hole—dead or

stopping them

"Hahahaha! It's fine."

"I'm good, thank you."

"Me too!"

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understood that the woman they lusted after was not the one they were going to

to a pulp by Gus' massive arms,

have been thoroughly mutilated—torn apart

messed up Leader Gus

we better forget all about

All the men nodded.

slaves—were right

expensive-looking attires—despite how casual they seemed—they were

gave a total stranger a

have simply kidnapped them and waited for ransom from their

wasn't their

we'll take them to the

a Slave Trader, and a prominent

in the Southern Parts of the United Human Alliance, and men like

that they were taking these two to was one of

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

place, right? We

varying values

kidnapped in the streets—were common commodities

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

abilities—Skills or a useful Class—were valued

the 'Special' area of the Warehouse, where only the best

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

the room knew what Gus was truly going to do in the

watched him

spotted a gleaming white ring on

that desired the waitress

that the lady called Alicia had worn when she entered