"What did you guys do to her?" The main leader of the North Group rogues walked into the dungeon where they hid Delilah.
His first instinct was to see if she was even alive when he saw how brutally battered she was.
After hearing soft, almost faint breathing, as if she was on the verge of dying, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Their original plan was to kill this girl since that was what they were ordered to do. But for some reason, their employer changed their decision and said they wanted to come and see this girl's death themselves.
However, they would need a day to arrive, and the rogues required to keep this girl alive until then.
The leader looked at the girl. Her eyes and cheeks were swollen and bruised black and blue. Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes barely concealed her from the lecherous eyes of his men.