Obviously enough, it was Tania, the one who asked me to end her to which I denied but compared to what she looked like earlier—when they were running to meet the time limit—she looked just so fucking done about everything that was going and one more push and she'd join the 1% I mentioned earlier.
"Good sir, t-this position m-might be considered 'lucky' for most people b-but you gotta understand t-that what happened to us w-wasn't even that long—and yes, it hasn't sunk in that all of our loved ones are either dead or sent somewhere else doing God knows what s-so we r-reacted that way... A-And for that... I, for one, apologize for my actions..."
"Alright—"
"However... I... I-I'll gladly give up my spot as to whoever would f-fucking kill for it because I'm done... sir."
Kaley spoke my mind before I could reply, "You didn't look like you were done when we saw you run here with everybody?"
Tania shook her head before she looked down, "That's... That's because they'll be held responsible if I didn't come and since I was the reason for that also—so I could change and all, I... I just wanted to be in a position where I could decide for m-myself and not b-bring harm to them—"
Shirley suddenly cut in from the back, "W-What are you talking about?! W-We— I thought we talked about this earlier?! You— We don't give up! We see things through and—"
I cut her off, "I don't care what you talked about when you were changing clothes earlier or when you were crying yourselves to sleep after all that's happened. She decides for herself and you have no say about—"
"B-But that d-doesn't make sense! S-Sir! I-If s-she's gonna die a-anyway, why don't you j-just... just give her to us?! T-That'll benefit b-both parties and—"
"I'm sorry but that's not how it works. Why the hell would you get to decide where she goes?"
"I-I was just—"
Then I turned back to Tania with a dark expression, "And you, I told you earlier— Fuck it, you know the drill, *pulls out the same knife and stabbed it on the table in front of everybody* I'm not gonna waste effort in ending your life. If you really wanna die, do it yourself. It's either that or jump anyone of us and we'll see from there."
Tania shook her head before looking at the knife in front of her, "I'm also powerless to do that, sir.
With all due respect, I didn't think you'd hesitate to kill a nobody like me but the ironic thing is that I can't do that to myself either... However, I also couldn't bring myself to serve this family who we thought were our beloved neighbors and I'd rather be sent somewhere else, even in much poorer living conditions."
As she said that, Terry shook his head as he muttered, "Unbelievable..." but as Tania was looking at the ground, waiting for me to grant her request, Shirley at the back had never looked so desperate as she was looking straight at me and waiting for me to acknowledge her and break a deal somehow.
In any case, I almost laughed at her face for the second time because even if it looked like we were around the same age, I couldn't believe how rich brats like her were this out of touch with the reality of the situation because she'd rather live in "much poorer" living conditions than to live in a fucking mansion and work as a maid.
Oh, right... I'm sorry, I'm not that familiar with their rules because I'm not a regular and I don't peruse entitled rich brats but yeah... I did say that you can't say no to customers but the proper wording should be that you 'shouldn't' say no to customers."
"W-Why is that?"
I chuckled, "Good question! Are you the customer or are you the fucking hole to fuck?! Think Tania, think! What worth does a lowly prostitute like you would have if you're gonna be picky about your customers? You gotta be at least the top rankers to have that privilege, you know?
But yeah, their prices are a little too high for the ones who were ridden with all sorts of diseases so it evens out in a way and somehow protects them. But you? Better pray that your RNG is that good or— Hmm~ There is one way though— Wait... Two ways, actually but a sure-fire way is that... Nah~ I doubt—"
"P-Please just tell me, sir! I—"
"THEN FUCKING STRIP, DAMMIT! ARE YOU GONNA LISTEN TO THE SINGLE FUCKING THING THAT I ASKED FOR OR ARE YOU GONNA KEEP ASKING DUMB FUCKING QUESTIONS?! NO ONE WANTS A HOLE TO FUCK THAT KEEPS SAYING NO AND WIGGLING AROUND IT, YOU DUMB FUCK! THE ONLY WAY YOU'D BE A PRIZE IN THE PINK HOUSE IS IF YOUR FUCKING HYMEN'S INTACT BUT LOOKING AT THE BITCH YOU ARE, YOU'VE PROBABLY FUCKED EVERYONE ON SIGHT!
THAT'S THE REASON YOU WANTED TO BE A PROSTITUTE, BECAUSE YOU ALREADY ARE ONE—"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
At that moment, something inside Tania's head snapped as she tried to lunge for the knife on the table, but I kicked the same table and made it slam against her gut, causing her to bend like a folder before hitting her head on it. And before she could put her hand around the knife and do god knows fucking what to it, I pulled on the table once again before breaking it in half.
It did make my right elbow numb for a short bit—since now was not the time to tell you it still hurt—but now we were left with Tania on the flooring of the gazebo breaking down in tears once again.
Anyone could've been affected by a young girl's tears but it meant jack shit to someone like me.
But yeah, I crouched down in front of her before she heard something her probably dead parents had never told her before:
"I'm sorry but no. You're not gonna get what you want, you're not gonna get transferred somewhere else even though you'd fetch a high price because you're still a virgin, and you're not gonna act like a spoilt fucking brat because now, you're Tania the fucking maid of the Villegas Family."
"I-I just wanna go home—"
"Man~ You'd be great at roleplaying too, shame~ But yeah, trust me, you'd thank me later that I kept you in here because chances are, you'd be shot on the head on your first day at the Pink House while a sick fuck would still fuck your warm corpse. You've barely lasted a week in here, how do you think you're gonna fare outside?
Why don't you swallow that pride— no, that notion that things will go your way once you've cried hard enough because again, you fuckers lost, you gotta deal with it OUR way, not yours."