As they spoke, two of the men grew anxious. One of their companions standing nearby shouted, "What's the rush? We can just attack her together later."
"Number Three's the smart one. That settles it. Let's get this over with. I can't wait to get a taste of this little chick," Number Nine said, rubbing his hands together, his face alight with excitement.
The youngest in the group, ranked tenth, chimed in. "Exactly. This chick looks so tender. Her stunning face is really getting me worked up."
Hearing the vulgar filth from the men, a cold smile touched Seraphina Ashworth's lips. 'It seems I've been underestimated!'
"End your own lives, or I'll do it for you!" Seraphina Ashworth's voice was soft yet forceful, like an ancient, demonic sound carrying a power that struck inexplicable terror into their hearts.
But from the very beginning, they had dismissed Seraphina Ashworth as just a fragile, pretty face. Now, horny out of their minds, they paid her words no attention at all.
