Roman's POV
Lucian ran the knife along her thighs and soon it tore apart the underwear she was wearing.
But she didn't even flinch. As if she couldn't feel a thing, or hear anything around her. Her hollow and empty gaze simply stared out the window, fixed on the bright sky beyond the glass.
Could someone really disconnect their mind like that?
"Not bad. Doesn't look rotten at all," Lucian said with a note of amusement. "Seems like she preserved her cunt for us to destroy it."
"She must've fucked countless men in those six years," Jason muttered, clearly unconvinced. "How the hell is it still intact? Check properly."
"Take a look yourself," Lucian replied, stepping aside so the rest of us could see.
"Born whores are like this," Kael said coldly from behind us. "They can take anything and never break."
"True," Lucian and Jason echoed in unison.
Jason chuckling darkly. "No wonder she turned out this way. Always was a whore."
