So You Choose Death

The Slave Trader, Maxim, noticed the group of teenagers at the side of the road. He was even happy, thinking he might have found some new prey to add to his collection. 

He was in his late twenties, had above-average looks, and was very knowledgeable in the art of socializing. 

These qualities proved useful when talking to the ladies, whom he had targeted as his next merchandise.

When his gaze landed on Erica, Shana, Diana, Mildred, and Sherry, who were all exceptionally beautiful, a cruel and lustful smile appeared on his face.

The Slave Trader then made hand gestures to his subordinates, giving them silent orders.

This wasn't their first time encountering such an incident, so they already knew the best way to add more high-quality slaves to their wares.

'It will be a pity to sell these girls,' Maxim thought. 'I guess I'll just keep them for myself and only sell them once I get tired of them.'