To some, the abyss is endless darkness.
Some fear bizarrely shaped monsters.
In various religious texts, there are different descriptions of 'black,' 'deep,' and 'dark.' Later, after discovering that adding human nature made it seem more profound, these Mortals walking the earth began to ostentatiously represent deities to amass wealth.
For a time, what they plundered was dignity, life, and chastity.
Abdullah hummed a local tune, swaying his head. Now, he and his subordinates made no attempt to hide their heavy male footsteps. In this familiar alley, they were like the gods mentioned in the texts.
'Walking on the edge of the dark abyss, locusts cover the ground, we slaughter the flock with daggers roasted under the scorching sun...'
This was their abyss, a place where they held absolute control.
His subordinates raised their hands, knocking on the doors and windows in the alley as they walked. Despite the clattering, no one opened a door to look out—whenever this sound echoed, they knew another young girl's soul was about to vanish.
In a place where no one wanted to court trouble, the knocking was even more pronounced.
Do you hear it?
Run, run fast!
Abdullah grinned, revealing yellowed incisors, his fingers constantly rubbing his thighs—he couldn't wait. He wanted to see, to see the girl scream with wide eyes and start running, stumbling along!
They would knock down clotheslines made of branches, their soft low heels would fly into mud puddles, and their toes, painted in enticing colors, might kick stones and swell up. They would scream at the top of their lungs like ducks about to be slaughtered, their slender necks stretched long. They would feel fear, pain, and regret!
Regretting that they shouldn't have come here alone, bringing their fragile and alluring bodies into this filthy refugee area teeming with lowlifes; they had to pay the price for their naive curiosity!
The whole chase was like hunting. If they ran fast, they would be chased fast; if they ran slow, they would be followed with large strides. Being hit in the face with a soft little handbag would bring laughter; having one's chest scratched by a girl's sharp nails was... just some fun before the catch.
Their wrists could be raised and hung from someone's door in the alley—this was Abdullah's mercy. He was a young Child, so he was always soft-hearted. Whenever such a good thing happened, he would hang the girl at the doorstep of some lucky chosen one, letting the old man inside, who might never see a woman in his life, listen carefully to a perfect performance.
This was his mercy as the master of the abyss. Speaking of which, many households had already heard the performances. Did they like them?
If they loved such wailing, why didn't they join them?
At least a few young people living here had chosen to join the organization behind their families' backs. One brave soul even walked straight out the door when a girl was being hung on the doorframe—
Abdullah liked the look in that previous girl's eyes.
The despair and the cry of sorrow before being destroyed.
Now, let me see, most beautiful girl with the best figure I've ever seen, what will your choice be?
Run, or use your nails...?
—Turning a corner to the right, Abdullah was the first to see the girl, and then his subordinates behind him began to snicker.
She was actually waiting there, her innocent eyes staring straight at the Boys.
Oh... wonderful.
The short subordinate wanted to go over, but Abdullah stopped him.
"I'll go first this time."
The snickering grew louder.
As an experienced hand, Abdullah had high standards. Usually, he would wait to one side, roll a cigarette, and listen as the wailing gradually faded. Then he would pull away his red-eyed, bull-like subordinates and drag the 'cargo,' now like a pile of mud, out by her hair.
This time was different.
Several young Boys walked over slowly with wicked smiles—in this corner of the alley, the space was slightly larger. Compared to the path that only allowed one person to pass, the corner could fit at least several people.
This gave Abdullah and his subordinates a better, closer vantage point.
"Go for it, Boss!"
"It's my first time seeing such a..."
"How much can she sell for? Should we... should we sell her to Mr. Sheikh? I've never seen a girl more beautiful than her..."
"Idiot! Sheikh has gone mad, haven't you heard?!"
"Then let's not be too rough, okay? If she's damaged, she won't fetch a good price."
"We'll definitely be able to buy two guns this time."
Abdullah touched his side, tilting his head as he sauntered over. The naive girl still stood there, her hands crossed in front of her, carrying a small leather bag that looked quite expensive.
Black scale-like embroidery covered the leather surface, with pale spiral lines wrapping around the handle—an exquisite yet strange combination.
Her light gray long dress was embroidered with tiny patterns, as if the earth had been roasted by moonlight, and the silver spilled upon her was rising, emitting a breath as faint as mist.
Her arms, neck, and shoulders were very slender and pale, thinner and whiter than any girl Abdullah had ever seen. Her lips were as bright and beautiful as dripping petals, translucent and full like the flesh of a peach.
Most importantly, what was revealed in those eyes... was a pure yet wild charm.
Abdullah was boiling over. At this moment, all thoughts of power and conflict vanished. On the left side of the Boy's chest, there seemed to be a pair of slick palms gently kneading his pounding heart, and blood coursed more rapidly through his young, powerful body.
It was bubbling, about to gush out!
"Hello there... beautiful lady." Abdullah grinned. What he didn't notice was that, normally, ladies surrounded by several men would let out some gasps or cast fearful glances at them.
But this girl didn't.
"Hello," the girl said, her voice as crisp as wind chimes. "Too slow."
—What? Abdullah didn't react, momentarily stunned.
"Too slow." The girl's lips curled into a smile of keen interest, but when combined with her features, it formed a bizarre and eerie expression.
An increasingly cold sensation began to creep over the Boys' skin.
It began to crawl over their pores.
"You know? I'm busy; it'll be time for dinner soon. Couldn't you walk a bit faster? Four or five Boys, slow as eunuchs taking tiny steps. Oh, please don't ask me what a eunuch is."
After muttering a paragraph of words Abdullah didn't understand, the girl elegantly placed her handbag on a small stone platform and then reached back to cover it with a small sheet.
"Let's start quickly!"
The girl happily rubbed her hands together, then stretched out her arms, gripping Abdullah's shoulder with one hand and squeezing his rough palm with the other—
Amidst a satisfying sound of tearing, he could see.
His entire arm was pulled off.
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