No.

"No."

"Ooh..? Say that again."

"No." Shiki stated again, this time spitting it into him. "I'm not going to end up being some man's woman. Not especially to someone like you. And besides, I already have a man who's more my type anyway. In fact, I'd rather die than become a whore in this whole thing." Shiki felt like launching out and attacking the man on the spot. Her eyes were glowing, and she could see the lines of **** running across the man. It would be so easy. All she had to do was trace her finger along his body, his throat, anywhere, and he'd break into pieces, shredded apart like paper from nothing but her touch. Doing so however would mean her immediate **** by the other men who were standing guard over by their boss, and although she didn't mind dying, she also wanted to see if she could make it out of this alive.

The man chuckled at her answer. "Oh. Still acting all tough and stuff, huh?" He smacked across her face once, before backhanding it again the other way. Shiki grunted in pain each time, still glaring at him even as the stinging started to take effect, painfully itching at her cheeks. "Listen bitch. You're on our turf now. So think twice before making such a stupid answer. I even ask you again. What'll it be?"

"No. I already said so, dumbass.."

"Heh. Stupid stubborn bitch. Well then."

A sudden kick into Shiki's torso caused her to wheeze, as she felt the air in her lungs forcibly expelled by the powerful kick. As she lurched over her stomach, he followed it with another hard punt into the side of her head, knocking her over onto her side as she was left in a dazed state. The world spun as Shiki tried to get her bearings, feeling arms wrapping around her own and dragging her out into the bright light. The tightness around her neck was removed, and as the blurriness started to subside, she found herself in a hall, before being thrown into a room.

"Hope you enjoyed making your choice. Enjoy the last few minutes of your life with the Butcher.."

The door shut closed, as Shiki weakly stood up and stumbled towards the door, trying to open it. No use. It seemed to open only one way. The room she was in had a single large table in the middle, along with an assortment of tools adorning the walls and drawers around the place. That, and there was a good amount of blood here. A disposal room, perhaps?

As she looked around for anything she could use, a door on the opposite end opened up. A large, rotund man wearing a bloodied apron over his clothes. He smiled at the sight of Shiki, already having cleaned up of another girl just before her. "Well, I guess we have more 'defective' products today."