"...That bastard was an infamous degenerate, quite well-known among the high-profile people in this city. That night, in the guise of building a friendship between them, that scum managed to get her heavily drunk. And then later, after the party was over..."
As Damien's gloomy words continued, the cold chill in Alaric's heart kept growing stronger.
"...he sneaked her away from the party venue, taking her to his home and brutally defiling her. She was dead drunk, so she couldn't even resist his advances. And when the next morning came, she returned home crying, with a body full of marks and bruises."
Damien's voice trembled a little as he described the scene of tragedy. A mixture of horror and anger now colored Alaric's rapidly paling face.
