We didn't hesitate for a second—we moved in and executed those bastards on the spot.
The moment our blades sliced through the air, some of them finally noticed us. But by the time they did, it was already too late. They were too drunk on lust and pleasure to even think straight, much less reach for their weapons. Their reflexes were dulled, their bodies sluggish. In the blink of an eye, we were already on them—steel flashing under the dim light, blood spraying across the walls like crimson rain.
We cut one down, then another. Screams filled the room, mixing with the frantic sounds of chains rattling and flesh being torn apart. Still, we weren't fast enough to kill them all before a few scattered back, panic setting in on their filthy faces.
