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Rat was a nameless young man about seventeen years old but he looked as if he was in his mid-thirties due to being malnourished and unclean condition.

He was a wiry figure with keen, observant eyes that gleamed with a mix of sadness and desperation. His nimble frame allows him to slip through narrow passages unnoticed. Tattered clothing and dirt-streaked skin conceal a resilience forged in the unforgiving depths of the city.

He always spent his day in hunger, his parents were both branded as heretics by the Crest Crusaders when he was four years old, leaving him alone for the street at the mercy of the citizens of Lyondyn who saw him as a disgusting offspring of heretics.

When he was thrown into the street he didn't even remember his name. Even a rat has a name, but not Rat. even the orphanage didn't accept him. Words on the street have it The Crest Crusaders made both his parents walk the Valley, a desolate territory full of walking corpses at the north of the empire.

Rat was the pariah for even the slum society itself. The sewer was his only source of food and shelter.

Rat was smart enough not to eat the rats in the sewer as he was eating leftovers flushed by the amusement district where they got many restaurants and taverns. If he was lucky he would get edible food but most of the days he only got little to no food flushed down the sewer to his place.

there were times when he wished he had never been born.

Those people who live in the sewer of Liondine are called rats. most of them are dream junkies, broken people who lost their minds, and homeless who can't have their place in the slum all gathered in each corner of the sewer system.

he used to pickpocket until he met a rat terrier breed puppy. He was a bad pickpocket as no one ever taught him how to, as he escaped the Crown's watch and got lost in the sewer before he met the puppy. The puppy led him to the tunnel exit, away from the Crown's watches.

Rat was the only friend Rat had. Rat was a Rat Terrier dog breed, it taught him to navigate the intricate underground tunnel network until he remembered it like the back of his hand. Hence he was named Rat due to the dog companion was a rat terrier breed.

He ran as fast as he could to reunite with his life companion. until he arrived at the Creaking Shack. He went to the side of the wooden wall to get inside and look for his dog.

"N-no, no Rat no," Rat grieved deeply as he saw his dog.

Rat found Rat was indeed in the creaking shack, the abandoned haunted shack no one dared to venture closer even for the slumdogs.

It was hung to a chandelier, lifeless.

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Inside the abandoned outpost where Ugly Don brought Vila, a mysterious woman in a white hood appeared, in the dimmed light of the abandoned outpost even Don could only see her half face from her nose down, she had a beauty spot on her left cheek. she was a mature woman in her late twenties.

"you have a good time?" the white-hooded lady asked Don.

"I'm sure I do," he answered casually while naked wearing nothing but a pair of gloves in his hands. his cock was semi-hard hanging between his legs, pinkish due to the forced entry he did to Vila's virgin pussy.

The white-hooded lady glanced at Vila. some blood still running down her thighs, not much but enough to say that she was violated brutally.

"Poor soul," She said.

the sweet young lady can't be recognized anymore, she has bruises and all. Don had her roughed, raped her five times before the white-hooded lady came.

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"Can she hear me?" asked the white-hooded lady.

"Sure she does," Don lifted her to face the hooded lady.

"Mm," She fondled Vila's face. "shame. Such beauty."

"Wh- who?" Vila couldn't see the hooded lady in the dim light with her limited blur vision, her head was still ringing as a result of many hard slaps delivered from Ugly Don's huge hands.

The hooded lady ran her cute unblemished finger on Vila's broken lips, "You could've been a star in Arumia, but instead you chose here with no knowledge of what are you going to mess with."

"Why, why are you doing this?" Vila's voice was almost inaudible.

"Nothing personal, lovely bird. I just had to get rid of my competition." the hooded lady grabbed Don's dick and shook it a few times.

"Ugh," he groaned in pleasure.

"please, let me..*cough*.. let me go.." Vila's voice trembled as she begged the hooded lady. Dry blood was still etched on her corner lips.

"I bring a little present for you," the hooded lady brought out a pair of scissors from beneath her hood.

Vila was horrified, she couldn't believe what she had just seen. She knew what that meant.

"No no no no.." she shook her head violently, "Please don't, please I beg you.. don't, I would go back to my hometown and never set foot in this city anymore."

Vila repeated her words which mostly consisted of don't. her plead is futile.

The vicious lady smirked at Ugly Don, "Now I know why they call you Don"

"Well," She stood up, "my..potential spouse.. already set his eyes on you. Even if you leave this city for good he would go to your hometown. Nothing a man of his wealth can not do."

Don grabbed Vila's hair, forcing her to face the hooded lady. his other hand secured her jaw. he gagged her with a cloth full of his almost dried cum.

The hooded lady pressed her scissors pointy end to Vila's forehead. Her scissors pierced through Vila's skin yet it couldn't penetrate the skull. Fresh blood started to run down her face.

"ahk!" Vila screamed as she held the cruciating pain on her face. she couldn't escape as Ugly Don held her head firmly.

With a push of her hand, the white-hooded lady started to rip her face in diagonal cuts. slowly as Vila's legs are kicking wildly. the hooded lady steadily ran her scissors blade through Vila's face from the edge of her hair to the base of her jaw on the other side, she gave her five huge scars on her face. she took pleasure in each of her scissors plowing Vila's face.

"That's what you got for flexing your cunt to the men," said The white-hooded lady in spite.

When she was done, no spot was left without huge scars on her face. fresh blood drenched out of her face.

Vila sobbed.

the evil lady took out a mirror, it was a golden-framed hand-size mirror.

"Look!" She grabbed Vila's face and forced her to look at her own reflection in the hand mirror. "look here! Look how grotesque you've become."

flickered candle dimmed light still able to provide Vila a clear vision of her reflection in the hand mirror. five huge scars on her face with fresh blood soaked her face.

The evil lady grabbed her hair, "You want to be Syndrilla so bad? now you are Syndrilla."

"Good luck defending your role" The white-hooded lady pushed her down on the ground. under Ugly Don's legs.

Vila was lying down motionless, still breathing yet weak. She wished this would be over soon. The evil lady had taken all she had, her beauty, her face. That was the only thing she had in this world, everything follows. but now her beauty has already been taken away from her, she can't get fame and fortune anymore far from it, no one would even dare to see her on the public face.

There was no way she could go back to her life.

"my lady let me do the honor for the last time." Ugly Don pleaded with lust.

"You still want to do her?" said the hooded lady in disguise. "With that horrible face?"

"Yes, my lady."

"Eww, men are disgusting."

"Well, what do people say? A virgin is a virgin still," Ugly Don smiled.

"What the hell does that mean? anyway, do as you please." The evil lady turned away from them.

"Thank you, my Lady." Don got on the ground, reached for Vila, and spread her legs.

"Let's dance for the last time."

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Don grunted he was about to burst, his massive build seemed like swallowing Vila.

his eyes rolled up almost all white.

he was not just thrusting his hip but also slamming his body up and down against Vila's petite body repeatedly. he pressed and pressed Vila over and over again. the cracking sound came out of her petite body, Don broke Vila's several ribs.

She could only grunt. He gave no mercy to her. his huge hands strangled the poor girl's neck. One last cracking sound came out of her neck. Don snapped her neck.

Vila went silent, her body stiffened, Both Ugly Don and the evil lady didn't know whether she was dead or unconscious.

"*Phew*, What a dove. Virgin cunt was always the best, never get enough of her."

"You done?" the white-hooded lady asked in disgust.

"Yes, oof.." Don pulled out his dick from the girl. "as usual?"

The white-hooded lady nodded, "dump her to the river. don't forget to rip her mouth from ear to ear and make sure people found her body by morrow morning."

the white-hooded lady tossed a pouch full of Regal golds to Ugly Don, she didn't even want to touch the ugly brute.

"Consider it done." Ugly Don said with a huge smile on his face,

"You'd better be, I want to hear people talk about it by the morrow." said the white-hooded lady as she walked away and vanished among the shadows in the mess hall.

Ugly Don opened up the coin bags, he whistled as he counted hundreds of Regal golds pouring on his huge palm, "Nice."

He soon cleaned up the mess as he whistled like a kid who just got a huge haul. not just having his way with a virgin young maiden like Vila, but he also got paid for what he did to the poor girls.

This was his fifth and he will never get enough of these gigs.

This was his dream job, raping beautiful women and getting paid for it. Ugly Don was living a dream.

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