“Oi, stop slacking you bitch.” Tobias Kruzel grumbled, the sound of skin contacting skin echoed within the room. “Oi, I said-” Before his palm came for a second round however, his hand stopped just before contacting with the red, bloodied surface. Pulling apart the curtain of thin golden threads, Tobias’ eyes fixated on the pair of dulled auburn globes.

A click came from Tobias’ tongue.

“Oi, guards! Get this half-dead bitch out of my room!” Tobias shouted, pushing and separating the watery cavern from his liquid soaked manhood.

Within a moment’s time, two flawless women, clad in the boldest of clothing, appeared between the separated doors. Stepping up to the corpse-like girl, the two swiftly and gently held up each of her arms, tugging the girl back and out through the doors.

“Wait.” However, just as the wooden couple were about to be reunited, a request, no, command came from Tobias. “You, what’s your name.” Tobias demanded, his index finger pointing towards the black haired woman.

“Sang Mi-Sook, Milord,” the woman firmly answered, her tone as emotionless as her expression.

“One of you is enough. You, Mi-Sook, stay and service me.” Tobias commanded, laying his erected manhood for all to see as he sat on his back-melting chair.

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“My unending gratitude, Milord.” Sang Mi-Sook said, her sincerity as nonexistent as her facial expression.

Giving a simple bow as she secretly prayed for her friend, Sarah Barrett reunited the doors and resumed her duty. Holding the girl in a princess carry, Sarah Barrett silently cursed as her vision lowered unto the girl.

Skin shaded in more colors than a rainbow, cuts, bruises, and even more unspeakable wounds layered across the girl’s porcelain-like skin. Fortunately, or not, ignoring the squid-smelling gunk, only the face remained untainted.

‘Poor girl… If only you were stronger, or a lot more uglier…’ Sarah prayed, thinking of how the girl’s situation could have been better.

“P… Ple… as… e…”

Sarah blinked, surprised at the small and barely audible whisper.

“Ple… a… se… Ki… ll… me…”

Watching the near-motionless lips, a heart-crushing pain rushed through Sarah’s blood-pumping organ. Pain that not even a dragon-inflicted wound could compare to.

“Pl… ea… se… No… mo… re…”

‘Soon… I’ll end your suffering soon…’ Sarah silently prayed and cried, wordlessly continuing down the endless grim hallway.