The corner of Voren's lips twitched as he watched the video, his expression unreadable, cold as stone. Five rogues were sexually abusing Cleopatra.
Dean was trying to fight them off, his movements desperate and clumsy, but exhaustion set in and he was overpowered by the rogues.
They stripped him naked, and when they saw that he did not have a manhood, they mocked and tortured him, their laughter echoing through the darkness, as those abusing Cleopatra continued.
Her screams tore through the woods, raw and animal, but to the rogues, it sounded like music. A symphony of suffering.
"You have no gold, no money, so shut up. Your fucking body is your payment for rent in the outlands."
Even as Cleopatra was unconscious, a sixth rogue climbed on top of her. It was not common to see beautiful pack-borns at places like this, and every rogue wanted a taste. They were like starving dogs presented with fresh meat, and they would not be denied.
