Mr. Jeroen turned a deaf ear to Sophia Pickering's curses, having grown accustomed to it and able to automatically filter out the sharp, piercing words.
He squatted down, pinching her chin and forcing her to raise her head. The calluses on the pads of his fingers made her uncomfortable.
He examined the young and naive visage carefully, satisfaction blooming in his gaze.
After he let go of her chin, he examined the other three girls in the same manner.
Once he finished inspecting all of them, he used his black cane to rise to his feet. "The quality of these four girls isn't bad," he decided, "I'll take all of them."
His voice was coarse, unpleasant and fell on their ears like a thunderbolt in a clear sky, oozing unprecedented brutality. A suffocating sensation washed over them.
"Beast, devil, madman!"
"You're defying the law, you shall face retribution, you definitely will!"
