Bab 195: Gruesome battle.

[Third Person View]

A sly smirk curled upon the man's lips as he released the buckle, allowing his belt to slip away, and his pants to descend downward.

Before him, the girl's form.....maybe nothing more than seven years old in age who was teetered on the edge of consciousness. Her delicate figure confined, one leg ensnared within the unforgiving embrace of the cage's bars. This predicament forced her legs to part, an intimate display that unveiled every nuance of her being.

Amidst the vulnerability, the faint trace of blood seeping from her ovaries whispered a grim tale of the countless violations she had endured.

A stifled gasp quivered in the air, followed by an audible *gulp* as the man's throat tightened with anticipation. His eyes danced wildly, consumed by a manic fervor. His breath quickened, hanging thick in the charged atmosphere.