A ghost.

One of the men,

with a villian-worthy smirk, monkey cheeks, penny eyes, thin body and spikey hair , marveled at a voluptuous woman.

Well, none of them looked good.

Even their leader , he was a cross of dwarves and vikings. He smelled and his hair wasn't washed in days. These combination of men and women are simply: disgusting.

A toad lusting over swan meat.

The men whistled at him when he grabbed her by the hair and massaged her curves (enjoyed the feel) as she struggled hard.

Pleadingly looked at him. Begging him not to this. " Please.."

Looking at her, the men paused. Even the man who grabbed her hair faltered in his steps. Just as she thought she was safe and her charms worked.

A boisterous, sky- shattering laugh followed by dry heaving was heard. The woman's eyes dilated and her hair was tugged harsher and harsher. She was taken to a room where she can still hear the other men.

The men jeered loudly and mocked the monkey man from the otherside of the wall for lacking self-control. Turns out, the man was a sucker for such woman. He liked that they tried to escape only to fall deeper each time he plucked them all the way to G.

He liked it when their tears glistened making their skin glow. As they twitched from the afterglow. The woman continued to shudder in revulsion, biting her lips in agony. To relieve herself from this hideous beast. Her gaze widened in despair as another wave hit her.

Her sounds quivered through the wall.

The men couldn't wait to go inside. Maybe the will.

Meanwhile, one of the career- oriented men was checking the goods when he marveled at one and said:

"Leader! Look at this beauty; she will definitely fetch highly."

"Boo!!!", The other men protested, eager to try her for themselves.

" Tsk. b#$%, zip those, we can't sell broken goods", he simply said.

"Brother oneeye, come on, there's an overhaul anyway, can't some of them. Be given to us" , One of them tried to negotiate, but Oneeye brushed them off.

" Brothers! Who wants a taste?"

One of them cheered, and everyone else followed.

"Me"

"Me"

They raised their

But the leader smashed his hand hard enough to break the table and insert his fist.

Soon, silence filled the room.

The children were afraid, with some hiccuping and trying desperately to stop them, and additionally, hearing the leader's raspy voice. They all gasped and shivered, terrified.

"You're right," the leader said, stroking his chin and appraising the woman's curves. His attention lingering somewhere. Nobody knows what he's thinking as he glances at the some woman's kids and analyses other goods. There was actually little to no distinction between them.

Every child there was weak, agitated, and sweating.

It made them look like rodents while making squatters seem healthier than them.

So, instead of being adorable, fat, and clean, these youngsters smelt terrible.

Actually, even the women were. It's just that the stares they were getting were anything but scornful; being frail and skinny made them more pitifully beautiful and delicate. Making these men's tents stand up. Making the women quiver with revulsion.

Their beastly eyes licking every nook and corner of those women's bodies. However, no one dared to revolt or even look back at them.Some might glare. But, with the few beatings and scoldings they received, it showed them otherwise.

Death was the ultimate example of running away, while the rest of them only got away because they couldn't sell corpses as commodities. If they had, they'd decorate their coffins if they could fetch fine.

This is the boundary of a military country, where women are at the bottom of the hierarchy and children have a higher social status and get government benefits. Whether they are common or noble. Men, on the other hand, get everything without a say; they simply have different quality standards.

This is located near the kingdom of Zerathorne and on the borders of the kingdom of Grimwald. Kingdoms in which the powerful are glorified and the weak are bound to die. It was the norm in these countries due to the tough living conditions and seasons. The women huddled in surrender as the children crawled and hushed one another in dread:

these @#$%.

Damning them endlessly in their heads.

As barbaric and sad as it seems. But whatever could you actually do? Would they have been able to do this if no one was letting them wander rampant?

The men gathered there. They couldn't have bothered less.

In fact, they enjoyed it.

Their smiles growing wilder as it reached their ears. Their eyes burned with greed with every gaze that came their way. These fairer genders could only remain silent and amenable to whatever came their way. Unless of course, they became stronger. That will be something.

Something that should happen very soon.

Despite the awful screams of their mother being thrashed for resisting, Zinga, who was encased in her sister's hug, gently, stepped away. Looked carefully around them.

She nearly screamed, when her sister sensed her weirdness and pulled her closer before hushed her. Their brother was tense as they watched their mother being cornered by men, with the elder ones shying the younger ones and shooing them away from the events that were about to unfold. The children crowded together, attempting to catch the last shred of warmth in this horrific scenario. Even then, there were only a few options.

Her eyes scanning a certain spot again. Just to make sure and definitely noticed something amiss. Albeit, someone transparent???