Ria, with her face being a mask of sheer disgust, glared through the runed bars. Her words spat venom directly at the two guards. "You pieces of shit orcs who are happy to act as the minions of the undead! You're dumb brutes who can't even grasp a single order of their boss! Fucking pigs!"
The insults, however, only seemed to fuel their vile excitement. The older man and his partner chuckled with their eyes wide and glittering, full of sick anticipation. They stopped whispering, now loud enough to ensure the women heard every repulsive word.
The older man slowly licked his lips. The predatory movement was deliberate as he ran his gaze over Ria's figure, which was still bound and defiant. "Mmm, I like the fire in this one. Maybe I'll start with her," he purred, tapping the restraints on his belt.
The younger man's face twisted in a shocked grimace. "Hey, weren't we exacting vengeance? We should start with the one who killed our brother! I want to hear her cry and beg."
