(Trigger Warning SA Ahead)
Drago
I was busy in my office handling the influx of women that arrived at the facility, some were she-wolves and others were humans. We usually don't trouble humans, but some of our customers love to f**k them, we normally use them until we dispose of them. Humans can only take so much and it's not wise to take them, but we have high-end customers who love human slaves, whether for pleasure or work. It's a dirty job but someone has to do it, some of the girls are scared and don't know what to expect, we make a lot of money from our brothels and even more from the slave trade. The girls are mostly the ages of fifteen to whenever we see fit. I decided to take a break and walk over to the room where we would nap for long nights and I heard grunting, tears, plea
