"Do with her as you will."
Mathew's hands tightened into fists.
He already learned that he couldn't influence what he saw happening in any way or form. It was a miracle that his voice somehow managed to reach this poor girl's ears.
A miracle… or rather a curse.
'She stopped because of me,' Mathew thought, gritting his teeth as he watched the expression on the face of a man called Briar change.
He could see the initial lack of understanding turning into shock and then happiness as he turned his eyes toward the immobilized and bound girl on the forest floor.
Due to the hastiness of the man who tried to undress her earlier, half of the girl's ass was now exposed, giving the lucky slaver a perfect trailer of what he was about to claim as his own, even if only for the time being.
"Those bastards…" Mathew muttered, squeezing his fists so hard that his fingernails started to cut into the skin of his inner palms.
Yet, no matter how much he despaired, he could do nothing.
