You do what Solomon hinted at.

You bend down to the ground and pick up a small sharp knife lying in the dirt.

The edge of the knife glistens slightly.

You look towards the robber-loser, who is lying on the ground and continues to moan in pain.

This person… he is just a poor and hungry pauper, who has nothing but his miserable rags.

He, along with his two accomplices, tried to rob you and your companion.

But due to a fatal underestimation of the difficulty of this deed, the result of the robbery turned out to be fatal for the robbers.

The look of the one healthy eye of Solomon expresses obvious impatience: "We still have much to do ... Finish this shit quickly, Jerome-Toy! Or do you want someone to always do the important work for you? Then your fate will be special... The fate of a bitch... You will "work" your whole miserable life only with your depraved holes... Heh... Heh..."

Your fingers squeeze the handle of the knife.

You tremble slightly from nervous tension, approaching the body of the robber, whom you hit with your knee in his testicles earlier.

For a second, through the waves of pain, panic fear is reflected in the look of this person: "Please... Have mercy..."

These were the last words of this dirty robber.

Because you squatted down next to his body and began to deliver one stabbing blow after another with the knife.

Throat...

Chest...

Face...

The sharp blade of the knife plunges into human flesh again and again...

The screams of hellish pain of the human you are killing spread along the street...

Frightened glances of local residents watch what is happening from the windows of wretched huts...

A lot of blood...

Blood splashes cover your hands and stain your clothes.

You have stained your hands with blood and it affects your psyche...

There is chaos of thoughts in your head.

As if something broke in your soul - the moral principles characteristic of your life in the bunker could not withstand the collision with the cruel reality of life in the wastelands.

Now all your attention is focused on the bloody body, which shudders in mortal agony...

You do not stop stabbing, as if obeying a strange wave of uncontrollable rage that has engulfed your soul.

Dozens of stabs with a sharp knife on human flesh...

"Good job, Jerome-Toy! Ha! Ha! Let's move on... Let this stinking carrion lie on the ground as a reminder to all the local bastards not to anger the Vultures!" - the laughing voice of Solomon returns your perception of reality.

"We won't have a problem with the local guards? No one maintains some semblance of order in this settlement?" - you say with a trembling voice.

"Order in the settlement of Little-Rock? Yes, of course... The Kshano's guys maintain order and rules in this settlement. But the main rules here are - do what is beneficial to the "Mr. Mayor" and do not do the opposite, otherwise you will be killed. Kshano does not care about the safety and living conditions of some poor idiots. If someone cannot protect themselves, it is the problem of this weakling. So do not worry - you did everything right ... Take your first trophy, Jerome-Toy!"

Solomon gestures with his hand to the bloody knife that you almost threw away next to the robber's corpse.

Indeed, now you have at least some kind of weapon ...

Throwing away the knife would be reckless.

You put the knife in the pocket of your pants.

Then, you and Solomon continue walking along the dirty streets of the settlement of Little-Rock.

Soon, both of you come to a more crowded area of ​​​​the settlement.

The local market.

Tents and stalls with goods...

The annoying shouts of traders...

Some customers are indignant at the high prices and are bargaining...

It seems that someone was thefted in the crowd...

Shouts and curses...

"Now I will sell some of the things that you stole from the stupid savages... Be careful, you can easily get thefted here. There is no shortage of fucking thieves here..." - having said this and taking a bag of things with him, your companion disappears into one of the trading tents.

You look around, keeping your hand in your pants pocket and nervously squeezing the handle of the knife.

The persons passing by mostly do not pay attention to you.

But some look at you with fear - this is understandable, because your clothes and your hands are spattered with blood.

"Or fear, or contempt... That's what the inhabitants of this cruel world feel for each other... If I want to be strong and independent, I must inspire fear..." - the thoughts in your head reflect the consequences of what happened to you after you left the bunker.

It seems that your previous morality is undergoing irreversible changes...

In addition, you notice in one of the parts of the market some rusty metal cages in which some persons are sitting.

Looking closer, you see that naked young women and men are sitting in the cages.

Probably, each of them is about 18 or 20 years old.

Their naked bodies are covered in dirt, abrasions, bruises, scars with dried blood...

Around the neck of each of these persons is a rusty metal collar attached to a long metal chain, which is in the hands of a tall and skinny male merchant.

You assume that he is a **** trader.

However, after a minute of observation, you realize that his “business” is a little more varied.

One of the buyers approached the merchant and paid.

However, instead of opening one of the cages and taking the ****, the buyer (a fat man dressed in a black leather jacket and ripped pants) pulls down his pants and takes out his erect cock.

The merchant shouts curses and tugs on one of the chains, forcing one young ****-woman to bend over the bars of the cage and then get into a "all fours" position.

The young woman's buttocks are in close contact with the rusty metal of the cage...

The buyer begins to roughly fuck the cunt of this female ****.

You watch this closely...

After five minutes of rough sex, cum splashes across the female ****'s ass.

The buyer pulls up his pants and walks away.

"An exciting spectacle, isn't it?" - the sarcastic voice of Solomon makes you flinch a little in surprise.

"I thought that such business was directly managed by the mayor of the settlement and carried out in his saloon..." - you say.

"Indeed, if someone wants to fuck more expensive and high-quality whores - such a guy should go to the Little-Rock saloon. Cheaper whores-slaves are sold on the market by small traders, who pay Kshano a significant share of their profits. These cheap slaves are rarely bought - few of the local inhabitants have enough money for this. Usually these slaves sit in cages and "work" as fuck meat until the moment when they die from exhaustion. But some of them are transported to other settlements (for example: to Babili) by sending them with caravans. I see that you are interested in these whores-slaves?"

"I... I was just watching..." - you say shyly.

"Maybe you want to try? It's cheap enough. "You have been useful to our gang today - so I can pay for this pleasure for you. Who do you prefer - a young lovely girl or a beautiful boy?" - the mocking voice of Solomon seems to press on the hidden depths of your subconscious.

Indeed, in recent days you have mainly experienced stress and adversity. Your body has been used by cruel persons to satisfy lustful desires.

Maybe now you are given a short opportunity to relax a little and have fun?

You continue to look at the cages with slaves.

Judging by the large number of abrasions, bruises and scars on their bodies, these slaves were too slow-witted, obstinate or difficult to train. Therefore, they have the status of the cheapest meat for fucking.

You see that some of the slaves are trying to shyly cover their genitals with their hands.

A blonde girl looks fearfully with her gray eyes through the bars of the cage.

A couple of girls and one young guy are squatting, hugging their knees with their hands and crying.

Another girl-**** begs the slavetrader for something.

He only laughs vilely in response.

One boy-**** looks at the sky with an indifferent look, not paying attention to the fact that a stream of sperm is slowly oozing from his gaping anus.

The woman-****, who was fucked a couple of minutes ago, lies on her back and fingers her cunt, wanting to get at least a little pleasure.

So, do you want to fuck one of the slaves?

Will it be a ****-girl or a ****-boy?

Or will you prefer to refuse your companion's offer?