"Master Eric. Aha ha ha ha. Why don't we talk about things first? Don't kill her. I spent a lot of gold buying her. Isn't she a beauty?" Mikel chuckled.
"Oh, is that so? Interesting. Interesting. Where did you buy her?" The old man smiled, grooming his beard.
"Hmmm… Can't say I remember… In one of the slave markets…? I saw her and had to have her. Ha Ha Ha. Women are alluring creatures aren't they?" Mikel lazily leaned on a pillar.
Meanwhile, Sylvia was struggling like a fish out of water.
She kicked her legs, she swung her hands madly, holding her throat, trying to free herself but she was not even able to move an inch from where she floated. All she could do was struggle in vain.
"Master Eric. Seriously, put her down. I don't want her to die." Mikel reminded him as the old man squinted his eyes and continued looking at Sylvia as if he was enjoying her suffering.
