“FINN!!! Where is that stray little genius jerking off once again? Hey guys, did anyone see him around? Is he still drooling while taking care of the merchandise? Like he usually does?”

  “No, it’s more likely that he is stuffed with the princess again. Nowadays, he spends his free time around here. Well, I can understand. She’s quite a cutie and near his age for once. For him, who’s always crazy about girls like he was two times older, he must have taken a liking to her.”

  “Is he? Good, at least he works diligently, and maybe she can teach him a thing or two about a woman's heart. He is still a complete virgin despite his behavior. Hey, don’t you think it’s time to let him graduate? We should offer him a good time with one of the slaves. He may be a slacker as soon as he has free time, but he always does his job properly, unlike some of us.”

  “Let him have a broken doll as his first experience? Do you want to make him a complete S? No thanks. Same for prostitutes or worn-out girls, this would be a poisoned gift. No! A proper man should be in full control and learn how to. At least, wait to find someone like the miss, a virgin with not that great of a value, and offer her to him.”

  “As if! It would be a waste to kidnap someone just for this reason, and there is no way the guys would let him pass first anyway. What about Anabelle? She is used to it, but she’s neither worn nor inexpressive, and she still has a fresh and suave taste despite already having a daughter. What’s more, she kept her reticence and shyness. It’s just like she had never done it yet.”

  Laugh. “I don’t think so. She acts like this because one of us is the father, and she knows we will be inclined to treat her kindly if she does so. She will eat him raw, and Finn will be traumatized. You might as well ask Caty. I’m sure behind her cold personality, she has a thing for little boys.”

  “Yes, I agree, but It wouldn't surprise me if she was a true virgin slayer. This won’t lead us to anything. Furthermore, do you really dare to ask her if she’s interested? Remember the last time someone touched her, he had his hand chopped off. Do you want to lose your tongue? No, we better let him participate in our next training session. That could even be our little miss if we finally agree on her future. Moreover, he will learn the need to share doing so and toughen up a little.”

  “You’re the worst. Sure, that could work, but he will hold a grudge against you if you broke her too hard. By the way, is there any chance he will move on her beforehand? That would be against his purpose.”

  “Him? Doing something to her of his own volition? Not gonna happen. He is a clever boy if not the smartest around there, so he won’t. As he won’t betray us either, he already loves girls and money too much to live a normal life and is too fearful. He would do nothing that could put him in danger. Anyway, PUPPY!!”

  “Besides, it's unrelated, but where is Caty? I haven't seen her all day.”

  “Dunno, man! Maybe she found a clue about what she’s looking for.”

  ...

  I’m Finn, an apprentice robber, ex-guinea pig, and would-be gangster. A true bad boy in soul. I’m the only teenager around, and relatively young furthermore. A lonely puppy in the middle of a wolf pack… Well, I should be. I’m pretty quick-witted and somewhat intelligent. Earnestly, I know a lot of helpful stuff, so my recruitment into the band went smoothly.

  “What could a kid possibly do for us? Too bad for you, but none of us is into children, even less a boy. You’re not even girlish.”

  “I know a lot of stuff, and I may prove useful. You kidnap people, steal, and resell to make a living, no? Well, fine by me; I can do the accounting and help manage your inventory along with some labor. What’s more, I have some medical knowledge. I can look after the girls' bodies, which I’m sure aren't left behind. I can also provide you with some medicine and injury care.”

  “And why are you, little genius as you are supposed, living in the street without even a piece of hard bread to eat? Asking to join us? How so? How can you not be a fake?”

  “Have you ever tried to sell yourself as a former slave who was left behind after his masters’ deaths? A chimera resulting from some prohibited and banned experience on his mother, whose identity is still unknown and is likely dead? And who’s wanted on top of all? That’s a lot harder than you can imagine.”

  “Wait! A chimer? Are you…”

  “Yup, I am from that place. The whole Knight Corp raided it two days ago, and a public announcement was made. You should’ve heard they were researching the mind and stuff, right? Well, I’m one of the things they created. Still doubting? Take me on trial, and I won't disappoint you.”

  “You’re my last hope. I can’t go to either the guard or the officials. The emperor’s forces burned the place to the ground and neatly erased all traces. Furthermore, as it was a joint action with the Church, I can’t go to any orphanage anymore... I’m hungry and tired, and if I’m found, I’m worse than dead anyway. So why shouldn’t I just become a criminal? That is better and safer than a street boy who will eventually meet the same end if he didn’t die before.”

  End of the interview.

  In summary, I’m just a nobody with no history whatsoever who just happened to know a thing or two and took the easy path. In two words, I’m reliable…

  I’m not an improper ex-genius who, due to his environment, couldn’t nurture his gift properly and learned the wrong things.

  I’m not just some lost case, perverted to the bone. They think I’m still a virgin, lol! I was initiated into sex shortly after entering the group and practiced it regularly since I got there.

  I keep hiding the facts and wiping out the evidence, but I do it often, every now and then.

  I was never innocent. My old life taught me a lot without differentiating good from evil. I was already accustomed to seeing my fellows used like objects. I had already seen and heard everything possible, yet I was still free from stains.

  But things changed quite a bit when I was accepted and added to this group of criminals. Based on my skills, I was given various jobs and responsibilities. One was to take care of the merchandise, as they loved to call their victims, perhaps to reassure themself that they were not human beings anymore.

  I had to make sure no one was sick, monitor their state, take action in case of pregnancy from an early stage, and manage their well-being until they were sold. Medical knowledge was not my best, but it was vastly superior to what we could find nearby, and it was more than enough.

  It’s no wonder, then, that I, who was in constant contact with despair from birth. I, who changed from a victim to being a culprit. I, who had the appearance of an innocent child and who had been entrusted with the task of maintaining their value by all means. I, who kept them in good condition, up to their sanity, by any means.

  Nothing could be more natural than that I ended up self-interested in the object of all desires.

  On the other hand, some girls approved of my diligent work and started to see in me more than one of their wrongdoers, but an attendant or even a fellow victim.

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  Some were permanent residents, enslaved people, or future ones the guys kept for themselves. Eventually, they learned about me, about my past, with just the right amount of detail to make assumptions. They pitied me and took me for one of their own. The idea spread, and the others didn't take long to accept my presence, followed by my kindness.

  In return, I comforted them as much as possible, attended to their every need, and cared for their pain and soreness. I shared what I could to reduce their burden, listening to their fears and complaints. While remaining silent about what I was unable to change, I always made sure to support them to the utmost of my capacity.

  Paying extra attention to them after a particularly hard and harsh time or even after their first one. Soothing them after an abortion, after their kidnapping, … or before their selling.

  I even helped by providing painkillers, various relaxing concoctions, and hard drugs. I made mixtures with what I could find in the nearby forest or while visiting the city, and they used those to get through difficult times.

  For whoever was at the end of the rope and didn’t have any will to live anymore, I provided a few of them with poison to let them depart in peace without pain.

  I was a ray of light in their lives. I had a soft touch, whereas others treated them brutally. My concerns were well-founded, and my esteemed listening didn’t stay indifferent. I honestly made more than I could to make their life even just a little more bearable.

  Be cared for by someone, and you will inevitably do the same in return. As applied to the task as I was, it didn’t take long before one girl suggested a stress relief act for both of us, seeking to thank me and help her forget.

  Something I could have refused if it was an isolated proposal… But since It was not the first time girls had made a move on me. I couldn’t discard their sincere feelings, and we had a rather good moment together in oblivion.

  But there again, the word spread, suggestions, or even requests began to rain. At some point, some asked me to take their virginity beforehand, as It made them feel like they were in control for the last time or as an act of rebellion. I was in charge of reporting about their V-marks condition, and I could afford it.

  Since then, away from the gaze of other men, but as an established fact for all of the girls, I offered this service to anyone asking for it.

  Everything was allowed due to external factors, such as when they saw their finances soar due to my diligent work, the band resolved to consider my opinions much more seriously.

  Benefiting from the fact that the girls were less tense and reluctant to sleep with the men or accepted more quickly and easily doomed situations without making a fuss, the bandits agreed to let me be in complete charge of them.

  Well, better girls in a better physical and mental state mean better looks, disposition, and temper, which means even better in bed and sales that exceeded all their expectations.

  Over the years, we got pretty rich, and they went from a trivial and unknown local group to an even less known, just as simple, band. But they expanded their activities and workforce and went from a local to a regional, nay, national presence, and their underground status and acknowledgment went up.

  I gave them opinions when needed on intricate work and complex sales, identifying what was dangerous and potentially a trap and what was promising.

  Of course, I never participated in or helped with their actual deed. All I managed was the aftermath. I was not devoid of conscience or feeling of guilt and refused to help them with anything upstream.

  In exchange, I got them to agree on the use of non-lethal drugs on the girls. I even made them allocate a budget for it along with other things to keep them in always better condition, better food, better sleeping, nothing extravagant or fancy, but still appreciated.

  Everything lasted for years, from my early childhood to my early teenage moment. Until they kidnapped someone they couldn’t afford… Until they made a mistake…

  They got their hand on something they couldn’t manage: a noble girl, a young teen, apparently of very, very high status, which they didn’t have any knowledge of.

  Well, they eventually learned about it afterward, but it was too late and at their own expense. People hadn't seen anything like this since the raid of the magic lab. Multiple cities went into an uproar, and the guard and then the army were dispatched to look after the lost girl.

  When they learned that the cause of everything was the kidnapping of someone of noble ancestry, they understood very well they could possibly be at fault and knew we were done like rats.

  The culprit took several days to bring her back to the base using drugs, my only mistake, by the way, since they diverted it for their end, and he was not aware of the trouble he had caused. Only upon his arrival would he learn of the situation.

  Undecided and unsure of what to do, they then proceeded to throw the princess in a single cell, concealing her from the sight of the other girls, as well as from their own.

  Soon after, they started to argue among themselves, or at least those who were present. The topic? The procedure to follow. Some wanted to make her disappear and erase every trace of evidence without delay, even disposing of the kidnapper.

  Some wanted to take advantage of her and use her body in the long term, making her a permanent slave, as she was promising and already had ‘great assets’. Others wanted either to exchange her for a generous ransom or to search for a potential wealthy private buyer. A few even proposed to stage her death as if she had been kidnapped and abused, not to say the word, by a standalone criminal who had no other ulterior motive.

  It wasn't until the next day, still not agreeing on what to do, that they finally went for a truce and called for me, subsequently asking me to take care of her right after my duty. They did ask for my opinion before that, though, but that didn't carry much weight in the balance, not when their lives were at stake or when their desire took precedence.

  I had advised them to let her go. Since she was drugged all the time and didn’t see anyone's face or even our current lair’s location, she was not a threat. Moreover, nothing had been done to her yet, and it would’ve been better to drug her again and drop her where she was kidnapped than keep her any longer.

  Higher-ups tend to let things flow when immediate danger is dismissed. Criminals who respected noble blood were criminals who could be tolerated or valuable. So goes the world.

  But it was denied by the majority who wanted to make a profit… or simply lusted after her. Well, I could understand. Of all the girls I had seen so far, she was the most beautiful one. She had perfect skin, body ratio, and a charming face. Although still quite childish, she was sadly old enough and quite developed in certain areas so that it didn’t bother the men and did not spare her from their lecherous gaze.

  Anyway, when I saw her in her hopeless condition, completely abandoned yet coveted by all, I made a promise to myself, a promise to my soul. I wouldn’t let them dispose of her as they intended. I would save this girl and do what I couldn't do for all the others I let slip by.

  My subconscious had discarded the sad tomorrow and tragic future forever, and even there, I couldn’t help myself from worries and regrets. But a murder? Or a life-long destiny of despair right next to me when she was not even older than me?

  There was something in her that, unlike other girls, finally made me face reality and prevented me from ignoring it any longer as I had previously done. That wasn’t love or lust or anything close to it. Her smooth and immaculate skin was not even noticeable, as she was filthy and in pitiful condition.

  Maybe it was her face, completely devoid of any trace of incomprehension. Despite her appearance and what had happened, she understood the situation clearly without any explanation.

  Or her total lack of distrust towards me and my words. Or even perhaps simply her will, the way she accepted my touch and my gazes, forcing herself to suppress her reflexes to the bare minimum that her body was willing to accept. She only slightly shook where others would’ve cried while trembling with fear.

  In any case, leaving her to fate wasn’t something I could let happen. I had grown enough. The time I gave myself to be forgotten, to tame my fear, to be able to live all by myself and part with this group of hoodlums was enough. It has to.

  When her frightened eyes met my line of sight, I knew I would save her, or I wouldn’t be able to save myself ever again.

  When she smiled at me as if I were her savior, as the other girls did only after knowing me for several days and weeks, I knew I would let her go home white as snow.

  Thus, finally deserving these thousands of bitter and regretful smiles, yet filled with gratitude, that came along every farewell. Even if it means giving up my life for it, I would put an end to this dog’s life.

  “Yes, comrade? Did you ask for me? Sorry, I was taking care of the girl. Still no change in your divergent opinions, I presume? You should come to an agreement soon, or the situation will likely turn sour.”

  My predicament no longer weighs heavy enough to remain unaffected compared to their misery and their meaningless future. I will be what I couldn’t be until the end for all the other girls l send to their demise. I would be her white knight on a white horse. She was predestined for me, as I was for her.