"Fifty women? Don't you think that's a bit much?" I exclaimed.
Elaris chuckled softly, her hand covering her mouth. "Those are the conditions, kiddo. The last human we captured literally died after getting fucked nonstop by just twenty of my women taking turns riding him. We buried his useless corpse right there. Turns out he was an infertile bastard—none of the girls got pregnant. I hope you won't disappoint like he did."
She said it so casually. Like it was normal. Like killing a man through sheer sex wasn't a big deal. No wonder this place was infamous for being dangerously insane.
