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.

sick and demented his

into anything female

stopping them

"Hahahaha! It's fine."

"I'm good, thank you."

"Me too!"

these reactions towards Gus was

men understood that the woman they lusted after was not the one they were

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

body would have been thoroughly mutilated—torn apart in

messed up

Then I suppose we better forget

All the men nodded.

slaves—were

expensive-looking attires—despite how

a total stranger a Gold Coin attested to the

them

wasn't their

Boss instructed, we'll take them

Redart—was a Slave Trader,

Human Alliance, and men like Gus and his minions were only a fraction of the people he had under his

these two to

of its kind existed in a city, so the Capital's warehouse was especially important—as well

'Special' place, right?

varying values

slaves—like random beggars that were kidnapped in

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

who had special abilities—Skills or a useful

the Warehouse,

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

truly going to do in the restroom,

just watched

of the men spotted a gleaming white ring on the floor while his

man that desired

lady called Alicia had worn