In the outer slum area, Nutface and Pugface were seated in a rundown inn, their discontent palpable. Nutface, fuming, spat out his frustration. "Fuck that Marona! And fuck that mage and that old one-handed bastard! Marona gave those cunts protection, and now we're powerless to do anything."
Pugface, deep in thought, suddenly brightened. "Boss, there might be a way. If you're interested."
Nutface's anger flared. "What are you suggesting? I need something to vent this rage."
Pugface leaned in, his voice lowering. "The mage and that one-handed Meluis are fond of that boy. But there's one weakness of boy that we can exploit—the innkeeper's daughter."
Nutface's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What are you getting at?"
Pugface's grin widened as he laid out the plan. "We'll take the innkeeper's daughter and defiled her then kill that slut. We'll make sure the fat innkeeper stays alive to deliver our this message to boy. Breaking that boy mentally will surely inflict the greatest pain on the mage and Meluis."
Nutface, initially confused, began to see the potential for devastation. A dark, sinister smile spread across his face.
As night draped its shroud over the town, Nutface and Pugface prepared to strike. The inn lay in eerie silence, save for the distant howling of dogs, a grim omen of the violence to come. In the darkness, two figures—Nutface, tall and menacing, and Pugface, shorter and stocky—moved with deadly intent.
Inside the inn, the fat innkeeper lay in her room, her two daughters nestled beside her. Nutface and Pugface slipped through the shadows, their red auras flaring ominously as they approached. Their mission was clear: eliminate everyone in their path.
Nutface, with his remaining arm outstretched, signalled Pugface to commence their grisly task. Pugface, grim-faced and efficient, began methodically opening doors and silencing travellers with swift, lethal precision. Most were caught unaware, their lives snuffed out in their sleep.
The last room awaited. Nutface and Pugface entered quietly. Before the fat innkeeper could stir, Nutface pressed his hand firmly against the oldest daughter's mouth, while Pugface positioned his knife at the younger daughter's throat. The sudden commotion roused the innkeeper, her eyes widening in horror as she saw her daughters held hostage.
Her scream died on her lips as Nutface's cold voice cut through the silence. "If you make a sound, both of your daughters will die. There's no one left in this inn to hear you."
Desperation took hold, and the innkeeper's pleas turned into frantic sobs. "I have money! I can give you anything! Please, spare my daughters. I'll do anything!"
Nutface's grin widened, revealing a cruel satisfaction. "Anything, you say? What you will be giving me is my vengeance."
Nutface issued his orders with cold efficiency to bind the hands and feet of the fat innkeeper, her eldest daughter in her twenties, and the youngest daughter. Pugface, moving with practiced precision, swiftly secured them with thick ropes and gagged them with cloths to stifle their cries.
As he took a seat on the edge of the bed, Nutface's gaze was icy and deliberate. "You might be wondering why we're here, why we're doing this to you and your daughters. What could you possibly have done to deserve this?"
His voice grew darker, more menacing. "You provided refuge to my enemies. Your daughter's dear friend and his grandfather have taken everything from me. So now, I'm going to make sure you all suffer, and by doing so, make them feel the pain."
The innkeeper's worst fears had materialized into a horrifying reality. Struggling against the ropes, she tried to cry out, but the cloth muffled her pleas. Tears streamed down the faces of both daughters, and in their terror, the youngest wet herself, the puddle spreading beneath her.
Nutface's eyes locked onto the youngest daughter with a chilling coldness. "Now, now, little one, this is just the beginning."
Nutface shifted his gaze to the eldest daughter, her black and brown eyes mirroring her mother's, framed by dark hair cascading over her curvy figure. Though not traditionally beautiful, her youthful charm was unmistakable. With a cruel smirk, Nutface grabbed her by the arm and, with ease, threw her onto the bed. His left hand tore her clothes away, revealing her nude body under the dim, flickering torchlight.
The fat innkeeper's muffled cries grew louder from behind her gag, her terror palpable. Nutface, ignoring her, with his raised thick hard meat he inserted in eldest daughter. The first strike sent her eyes rolling back in pain, her body convulsing. He wasn't holding back, using his aura to amplify his strength. As a second-grade aura swordsman, he was three times stronger than an ordinary man, and the brutal force of his blows reflected that power.
Each stroke was savage, the daughter's muffled screams barely audible through her gag. Her body shuddered under the weight of his assault, and with each strike, the room seemed to grow darker. The youngest daughter, paralyzed with fear, fainted on the spot, collapsing to the floor. The fat innkeeper, unable to bear the sight of her child's suffering, squeezed her eyes shut in anguish.
Suddenly, Pugface's voice broke through the horror. "Keep your eyes open, or the youngest will die."
After half an hour of relentless thrusting, Nutface finally let out a groan he felt his rage begin to simmer down, his thirst for vengeance only slightly quenched.
The oldest daughter lay dead after the intense shock and pain likely to killed her, the body broken from the relentless assault. Her legs and pelvis shattered, her once vibrant presence now gone, extinguished by the overwhelming pain and shock. The fat innkeeper sat frozen, her voice lost, silenced by the horror that had unfolded. Even the youngest daughter remained unconscious, spared, for now, the torment of witnessing it all.
Nutface, his anger momentarily sated, gave the order with cold detachment. "We're done here. Kill the younger one and leave her to die. The fat one stays."
Pugface hesitated, his eyes fixed lustfully on the youngest daughter. His thoughts lingered on the injury Lucas had inflicted on his cock—a wound to his pride that had festered. Nutface's sharp tone snapped him back. "What are you waiting for? You can't do anything you are a eunuch now just Finish her."
With a grimace of pain, Pugface finally complied, his knife finding its mark. Blood pooled on the floor, the thick, metallic scent filling the air as the life drained from the girl.
When the two men left, the fat innkeeper sat in silence. Her daughters—her last hope—were gone, taken from her in the most brutal way. Her husband was missing, likely dead. She remained there, unmoving, until the first light of morning crept into the room, her spirit as broken as the silence that had consumed the inn.