"Now, let's see how you can repay us~"
Draven raised his hands towards the struggling Dorothy as he didn't hesitate to grab her neck while tightening his hold.
He firmly strangles her as slowly as he can.
Dorothy's air supply was drastically shortened as she was having trouble breathing with her hands struggling to loosen the grasp the demon had.
"No fun! I want to strangle her too!"
Gelda exclaimed disappointingly with a pout across her face while looking at Draven.
Draven didn't care about his teammates' whining about not getting her a chance as he just tightened his hold while appearing an enjoyable smile.
Dorothy looked at the bickering with her head slowly face downwards from the lack of strength.
(That's right.... Carnival Trump is also a place where mentally ill people gather. Trash like him-!)
Dorothy thought as she tried her best to catch a bit of air.
