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 men

their meat into anything female that had

what was stopping them this

"Hahahaha! It's fine."

"I'm good, thank you."

"Me too!"

reason for these reactions towards Gus was

was not the one they were

would have been smashed to a pulp by Gus' massive

been thoroughly mutilated—torn apart in

how messed

that so? Then I suppose we better forget all about this and

All the men nodded.

prisoners—potentially slaves—were right in their

how casual

that the lady even gave a total

kidnapped them and

their intention at

as the Boss instructed, we'll take them to the

Boss—Evals Redart—was a Slave Trader, and a

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

taking these two to was one

in a city, so

place,

values placed

random beggars that were kidnapped in the streets—were common

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

special abilities—Skills or

the Warehouse, where only the best of commodities

to do. I'm off to take a shit. When I

was truly going to do in the restroom, but no one

watched him

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

same man that desired the

as the one that the lady