The slave dealer continued to glance at the female while considering what the man just said.
'Well, I am a businessman, really. I don't need to wonder about it so much. Also, I don't have any kind of emotional attachment to this girl here. Whether she dies or not will be his problem.' He ended up shrugging and pushing the girl several steps in front, taking off the cape that was covering the rest of her body.
"As you can see, she is one of my best-fed slaves, since she is so fragile. She got a slender body, but you can get her curvier if you fed her with high-caloric food and wait for some weeks or a month. It will depend on the taste of your boys as well. She never had this kind of intimate relationship with anyone before, naturally, so she is completely untouched. No name, as per usual. No sicknesses, despite asthma. Her tongue got ripped off by a cruel slave-dealer, but that's it."
His client analyzed the "product" with critical eyes and heard what Derek had to say.
"She can suicide under too much pressure, I suppose."
"Nope. She's got a weak mind, so I made sure to brainwash her. It was easy, and it won't be harder for you to keep her like this, even more if your boys keep using her often. You will end up breaking her mind completely. I can't assure that she won't get in a catatonic state."
The man clicked his tongue, stroking his chin.
"Well, a hard-headed slave would be better, since she wouldn't get in this kind of state so easily. But, anyway, the stubborn ones are always getting in trouble, so I think that it will do for now."
The slave dealer nodded, crossing his arms and giving him a passive look.
"Well, I didn't see any other slave dealers with better quality than you around here. Also, even if it had, they did not have females to sell. How much do you want?" He took off his wallet.
While both continued to negotiate, Dean overheard all that conversation.
The boy wasn't naive in that sense. He knew what they would be forcing the little girl to do. It was quite obvious.
Dean couldn't get his eyes off that trio for even a second, particularly from the girl.
Paul was just as insecure and weak-looking as her. However, the fear that Casper saw in her eyes was something that he never witnessed in the eyes of a human being, except that time when he saw people dying in his refuge.
She knew that she would go through days that may be worst than death.
Her light-blue eyes, that resembled the ones of Dean's mother, shone as they got moist. Then, tears of despair began to fall from there.
Dean was already feeling enraged by that scene but it got worst once he saw the smile on the client's face.
'Is he smiling? Even though he will make two young shitty boys rape a girl, he is still smiling?'
Dean's rage was such that he couldn't express it just by changing his expression. His face didn't even flinch. He couldn't sketch the hellish expression that he needed to make to show all that fury raising from his chest.
The last straw was when the girl noticed Dean's glare and looked back at him. Their eyes locked.
The boy could swear that she was saying "Help me" with her eyes to him.
Suddenly, that strange feeling dominated his body once more.
Something that he never felt again for nearly two months.
He felt like a black hole was forming on his chest and eating him from inside out.
Dean acted by instinct and just casually left the carriage and walked with his left fist closed tightly.
Each step of his seemed to weigh one ton, but he kept walking regardless.
Meanwhile, even though he knew that the feeling on his chest wasn't something good, he let his body be nourished by it. He used it to help his muscles to react.
In that state of fury, he couldn't picture on his mind the consequences that it would bring to him. After all, something like the last time could happen again and everyone on that refuge would be in danger.
Nonetheless, at that moment, all those negative feelings made his mind get cloudy.
His vision only led to the face of that client.
"Ok, ok! You are so stubborn, Derek! Better this girl be a virgin for real, ok? Otherwise, I will hunt you like a Dread, I swear. If she wasn't this pretty, I wouldn't even bother to pay this much, you know?"
Derek crossed his arms, unshakable.
"She is well-cared since the day she turned into a slave. Just one slave dealer treated her outrightly badly. She always got properly fed, her body never was touched with second intentions, and she is clean of any serious diseases or permanent harm. She is the best of the best. The price is even lower than it should."
The client clicked his tongue, taking several green rectangular notes from his wallet, and some more hidden on his shoes.
"I hope that they like it, at least." He commented, and was going to say something else, but got stopped once someone called him.
"Hey, you." A cold voice was heard beside the man, who turned automatically to face the person that was talking to him.
"What is i-"
When he realized, Dean's fist made already more than half of the way towards his face.
He didn't have the time to react. Actually, even if he saw through Dean's intentions seconds before, he wouldn't be able to avoid it.
Discreet dark and red rays surrounded Dean's arm as he launched that punch that got the man right on his jaw. He felt like his hand was sinking in his face, shattering all its bones.
The impact of the punch was so powerful that everyone that was still on that street could hear its thud echoing.
The client got sent flying some meters and smacked his head against the wall of a nearby establishment.