บท 290: 290. A Delightful Dinner

Sylvester stopped in his tracks and picked Miraj to keep him in front of his face. "Say that again. You want me to kill all the slaves?" 

Miraj looked into Sylvester's eyes with the will of fire. "You said you can't take any risk, so… Kill them. At least that will save them from their misery." 

"Even the kiddies?" 

Miraj nodded instantly. "Especially the kiddies. They are so small and weak that they can't defend themselves or even run fast. So they will be at the mercy of the bad man and be hurt every day. So, hurt them once and end them." 

Sylvester hated it, but he had to agree with Miraj. True, the kids would most likely be exploited—in an excruciating manner. After all, no sane man would buy a child for manual labour. Instead, they'd buy them only for their sick fetishes.