Lower floor of the Dungeon - Prison cell

There was a man named Herman who was previously a person in charge of throwing prisoners in the mouth of the Quoe monsters. He was involved on several murder cases that had been kept secret across the Stronghold wherein, he had rape and torture to death some little girls and sometimes spared one when he got already finished to exceed his seeds inside their bodies, brutally throw let his men do the same thing their leader was. For a long decade of service to the family, he oriented to himself to never let the others know the gruesome truth from his superiors since it was against the law. Even the bodies of the little girls or adult were different because of their features, for him, were raw, nothing’s satisfied him to be awed.

Girls were tools and playthings for men so they must provide their man to be satisfied.

That was the quote he always mentioned whenever his men questioned his action without getting fired.

The scream and beg of all women he raped, it gave him a lot of pleasure and excitement. There despair was the only thing that boosting his mannerism.

All of that good times might be continued if those people who came and hit his head behind didn’t come. His entire plan won’t be in vain. He wanted to give that little girl a little pain. However, those people, the man in the weird mask and the blonde maid, had dared to interrupt.

He and his other comrades were now held captive in the dirty cell.

If gods gave him another chance, he will kill the masked man and inserted his junior inside the blonde maid’s pussy. Easy and squeezy. Cuddle her big breast would boost not only his orgasm but also his pride. He wanted to tear her happiness by tearing apart her maid dress in a brutal and gruesome way. He might spare her life and made her his first concubine since she’s cute and beautiful. He wanted to end her innocence in his own presence.. Every day and every night, sex will become her daily routine.

Grinning in madness, he was determined to take vengeance.

As per dreaming for his revenge, a bright light illuminated their field vision. The person he wanted to murder appeared in his sight, not only he felt angry but also his comrades showed unwelcomed aura to the visitor.

“Greetings, everyone,” the young Don gave a wave, walking inside the cell and hanged the torch. He sat down in the wrecked chair, cross-legged position. “Oh, take a look at that, you guys are so happy to see, right?”

“No, we’re fucking not, you punk!” everyone replied in unison.

They were so displeased and disgusted when he said those words.

“Ooh, ” the young Don, closed eyes, folded his arms. When he opened his right eye, he said, “Anyways, do you want to leave this dirty room for good?”

“Of course, we want!” everyone replied, angrily.

“Oh,” the young Don opened his other eye and clapped his hands twice. “Good, that’s good. I can see the determination in your eyes, fellows. Anyways, I’ve somethin’ you guys won’t even dare to take but I know you’ll take the risk to accept it. You don’t have a choice.”

Herman, puzzled on his words, didn’t know what kind of person he was but giving them a hint that they will be freed by accepting his demand was a little bit tempting. But this was the only opportunity he had to take revenge. Once he got freed, he will snap his head and threw his body in the mouth of the Quoe monsters.

He and his comrades smirked in the crescent moon with their eyes showing bloodlust, loathing the same strategy.

“We accept anything of your demand. No need to explain the crap out of it.” Herman stood up, and moved his head directly to the young Don. “You don’t have to say it out loud.” he declared, reaching the boy’s nose by his eyes, glamorously.

“Oh, I see. That’s convenient.” the young Don stood up, moved outside and picked up something. When he came back, a bucket of white bottles appeared in their vision. They couldn’t conceptualize the kind of potion he was carrying but they were assured it was not just an ordinary bottle to envision.

“What is tha-”

“-drink it, everyone. Everyone is free to drink it.” the young Don spread his arms, offering the bottles one by one.

“Do you really think we’re stupid enough to drink somethin’ suspicious, huh?” Herman objected. “Of course.” the young Don showed a sobering look. “Y’all agreed to me that anything I demand will be followed, right?”

Herman was surprised and felt guilty. He regretted his words, and he said, “My apologies, but may I ask what kind of liquid did you add in this bottle?”

“Ohh, it’s none of your concern. Do you want to be freed or not?”

Herman clicked his tongue, angrily. He gave in and drank the bottle. His comrades did the same thing.

“Good,” the young Don clapped his hands, “Now, here’s your keys.” he threw it and leave the place. “Make sure to meet me in the Dungeon Chamber.”

“Everyone takes the keys, that bastard must die!”

“Yes, sir!”

After they unchained, they ran towards the young Don’s location he spoke of. When they arrived, opened the door by force and dragged down his body in the floor.

“Now, who’s talking big now, huh?” Herman cracked his fingers, readied to punch his face. “You’re a fool to spare our lives and free us without thinkin’ so much. Now, feel the pain!”

“Oh, ho, you guys have no idea what will happen to you all if you try to lay your hands to me.”

His words made Herman halt his punch.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, ho, now you stop? C’mon, try to punch my face?” he mockingly pointed his thumb to his face.

“You little piece of sh- huh? You’re not going to close your eyes?”

“Why would I? I want to see you guys die in pain though.”

Herman and his comrades trembled when he said those words. He recalled the bottle he drank earlier.

“Could it be that - You kiddin’ me. You’re a mage, aren’t you?” Herman grabbed the young Don’s collar. His eyes didn’t flatter and showing a solid sight. “W-What the fuck do you want from us? You let us drink poison to get our nerves. I know there’s some spell that could trigger if the person who used it will be in danger but to think a piece of shit like you is a mage… you’re gettin’ into my nerves!”

“Oh, ho~ho~, now, we’re talking. Do you mind your friends to let me go? The curse of the bottle you’ve drink might trigger though.” As he asked, the two men, trembling in fear, who held him on the ground, gently removed their arms from his shoulders.

“Ouch, that’s really a fantastic entry,” the young Don stretched his arms and back. “Now, everyone listens up. If you guys want to live there’s something I want you all to do.”

Herman, age 40, had never seen this outcome to happen. All of his service to the family was splendid and glorious but to think his life will meet his demise in this instant. He wished to fulfill his dream to be promoted as a new Capo of the family but a mere stranger triggered his end.

There’s a saying, every dog has his day. Now he wanted to turn back time and wanted to kill the young man to make him pay.

The mission that the young Don ordered to them. He didn't expect that their job would result at the end of the family strong position in the whole district of Neue Fiona Village.