SIGRID

“If you ever bring me such weak slaves again, I’ll skin you alive!” Morgana shouted at the butler as they dragged the unconscious boy away.

But I wasn’t done yet—there was one more I had to save.

“Well, it’s my turn to pick, isn’t it?”

I watched Drusilla immediately head toward the girl with chestnut hair and wide, innocent eyes, like a deer about to be sacrificed.

Her hands delicately traced the girl’s face.

“Mmm, beautiful. I love her,” she purred, leaning in to sniff her neck as her hands slid down to the girl’s firm, generous breasts, groping the soft flesh.

Tears streamed down the girl’s flushed cheeks, but she held on with more courage than the men, biting her lips until they bled.

“Are you a virgin?” Drusilla asked, her hand sliding down to the girl’s abdomen. “Answer me when I ask you something!”

She pinched the girl’s stomach harshly.

“Y-yes… ma’am…” she whimpered, crying harder.

Drusilla smiled, pleased. Her eyes darted to the girl’s lower body, and her hands slithere