I stood before a red sea, its tidal waves swirling like wine in a glass.
My gaze fell upon two individuals working on a wooden boat. Despite a minor burn at its center, it was the most intact among the thirty vessels on the beach.
The remaining twenty-nine vessels had been reduced to burnt charcoal and broken wood.
"Hey!" a voice called out to . It ca from one of the two inmates working to repair the boat.
I paid no attention to the voice, my gaze remained fixed on a castle situated at the heart of the Red Sea. The twilight sky provided a vivid and colorful backdrop, crafting a scene reminiscent of a fantastical dream.
The castle was constructed in the architectural style of dieval Europe, featuring nurous towers rising from its stone walls.
"Excuse !" the voice called out to once more.
I paid it no heed; instead, my gaze shifted to a beautiful rmaid gracefully swimming in the red sea.
She gazed at , her boobs exposed, revealing her pink nipples. The rmaid parted her lips to blow a kiss in my direction, accompanied by a playful wink, inviting to join her in the sea.
My dick remained calm as if I had turned into a monk, and I averted my gaze.
Observing my dissatisfaction, the rmaid plunged further into the depths of the water before reerging dramatically.
She shook her damp hair and smoothed it with her fingers. Her curly hair glead with the color of a ripe lemon, yellow and nearly golden.
Without warning, the inmate who had been calling to stepped forward and seized my collar.
His breath reached my face, carrying an unpleasant odor of rotten tomatoes combined with cheap perfu.
"Snap out of it; that rmaid consud eight individuals, and I witnessed it with my own eyes."
I composed myself as though the inmate were a ghost and steadied my gaze. He stood at five feet tall, and although he was directly in front of , he was not tall enough to obscure my view.
From the sea, two additional rmaids appeared, swimming towards the first. They glanced back to confirm my gaze before grabbing the first rmaid's boobs.
They seductively sank their teeth into the nipple of the rmaid and sucked it. A sweet, soft moan escaped the rmaid's mouth as she endured the foreplay, her gaze never leaving mine.
She licked her lips and beckoned with her index finger, extending an invitation to partake in what might beco an interspecies orgy.
The inmate standing before waved his hands over my eyes, but I showed no reaction.
He persisted and snapped his fingers in an attempt to attract my attention.
"My partner and I are working on repairing a boat; co and join us. Once we have fixed the boat, the three of us can sail to the castle."
I raised an eyebrow in response to his words and leaned forward to et his gaze.
"Only two inmates are permitted to pass the test. What do you intend to do with once we arrive at the castle?"
After hearing my response, he touched his nose and stepped back.
"Don't worry, we... We'll figure sothing out."
With my Ocean eyes, I caught a glimpse of his fingers forming peculiar hand signs unfamiliar to .
Observing the location of his partner stationed on the damaged boat, I noticed the partner slowly bending forward, evidently attempting to retrieve sothing from the floor.
"Interesting," I muttered.
The prisoner before offered a smile and slowly rubbed his knuckles together in a deliberate rhythm.
"Are you in?
As he spoke, his partner produced a pipe and placed one end into his mouth.
His cheeks swelled as he blew into it, releasing a sharp needle that was nearly invisible to the naked eye from the pipe.
Tilting my head to the side, I evaded the incoming attack. Simultaneously, my right hand held the katana, still sheathed in the scabbard, and drew it in a precise horizontal arc.
Within a fraction of a second, re monts after I evaded the needle fired at , the head of the inmate standing before was sent flying into the sky.
Black blood gushed from his neck like water from a broken pipe. His body dropped to its knees, then finally crashed onto the dirt.
As his associate prepared another needle, I extended my index finger and pointed it at him. Closing one of my blue eyes as though looking through the scope of a rifle.
'Bang!'
His head was blown off as if struck by a 50 BMG caliber bullet.
"My soul is grieving right now; I don't have ti for clowns cosplaying as dangerous criminals."
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