บท 241: Chapter 241

Kereyid smiled as he gently rubbed the female slave's fingers, his voice still casual as he said: "When I have her, I'll really have some fun.. I hear that the Central Plains women all have slender fingers… what kind of beauty will that be… ah, look at your pot-holding, udder-squeezing, shit sweeping coarse fingers… truly upsetting…"

A dull crack filled the tent.

Before the slave could scream, a smiling Kereyid had already grabbed the gigot off the floor and stuffed it into her mouth.

Four more quiet cracks followed and the young slave shook violently, her blushed face now paler than a ghost. Tears dripped down her face and she fell to the ground, her broken misshapen fingers still in Kereyid's hand. The young man quietly toyed with the fingers, cracking and shattering the little bones into smaller and smaller pieces.