"Don't shoot. I'll come, please don't shoot," a feeble man crossed the brutal exchange, "-I won't come here again. Please don't harm them, they don't deserve any of this. It's my selfishness."
The buff uniform fighter crossed his arms, the shirt nearly ripped by its size, "-young master. I said it before," he looked at his underlings with a telling smile, "-orders from the boss are decrees. You must see the result of your actions." Once more, the sinister grin. Igna kept his calm for the guns remained at him. The crowd fell in fear of harm.
"Bring her out," he ordered. Another window crashed – the sound turned heads to the second floor, "-is this the girl?" inquired two violently dressed men. Nikki's frail body was pulled by the hair and forced outside the window – she nicked her arms and cheeks. Blood dropped to the amusement of the others, "-the young master's whore?"
