The underground was silent, with distant screams being the only audible disturbance.
Smoke billowed from behind the large building, hinting at something ablaze.
Two formidable enforcers, Marhal and Roman, strode down the hallway leading to numerous prison-like cells.
Roman carried two large bowls, while Marhal wielded a sizable sword.
"When are we gonna finally sort these blokes out?" Roman complained.
"Are you already fed up with them?" Marhal replied.
"Spot on, mate. They're just hogging space in the nick. We don't give 'em a proper thrashing, they don't graft – they only scoff and kip." Roman grumbled.
"I can't wait to have my dick shoved into that girl's wet pussy. She looks sweet," Marhal said with a twisted smile.
"What's your obsession with getting your end away?" Roman asked, looking curiously annoyed.
