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The man who has not spoken a word the entire time opens the door, and motions for me to go into the room. When I step in with my bags, they slam the door behind me, and I hear the deadbolt click into place. Five women about my age turn and look at me. Their initial reaction is a mixture of sorrow and nervousness.

“You are from Midavor, yes?” one girl asks.

“I am,” I say simply.

“I am from Woricsing,” she says. “My name is Elenora.”

“My name is Lilith,” I say. “So… I assume we are all here for the same reason?”

“You mean the three devils choosing which one of us to fuck to death?” she asks. I look at her in shock. I’ve never heard anything that negative about them before.

“You do know who the three kings are, right?” another girl asks.

“I mean. I know they are the kings. I know their names, but I’ve never actually seen them before. I was in the same orphanage for my entire life. When I turned eighteen, I was placed with a city council member in Midavor. He kept me on the property for five years and I only ever left twice. I don’t get out much.”

“They go through fox shifters every few weeks. This last girl only lasted a week,” Elenora says.

“What? Why?” I ask.

“They’re killing them,” she says. “Why do you think you were escorted here? Literally, none of us want to be here. It’s a death sentence.”

“Wow,” I say after a second. “Are they getting shift-fucked? A Dragon can do some damage shifted, I would assume.”

“It’s not even that. They’re just massive and violent in general. They just get by with it because they are handsome, and they are the kings. No city council member, or mayor, or whatever, cares what they do. They would stop being assigned maidens if they were cycling through them that fast,” Elenora says. Everyone else is in complete and total shock. So, I guess Eleanora is the one they have elected as the talker.

“Oh, well… Call me suicidal, but it doesn’t really bother me,” I say.

“You are insane,” she says with a straight face, and I laugh, triggering her smile.

“Look… to me it is what it is. If I get denied here, I end up in a brothel. It’s the same result either way. At least this way I’d get to be in this house until they dick me to death,” I say as I move to sit in an empty chair.

The room is barren except for six chairs sitting in a line and facing a wall. I assume now that I am here, they will choose soon. Whatever they do, they need to hurry up. I’m hungry. I assume we are allowed to eat here. Otherwise, maybe that’s how they died, no food and too much sex.

We are all sitting silently with our bags at our feet. No one has given us instructions on what we are supposed to do so we just sit here and be good. They are likely watching and listening to us so there’s no need to rock the boat this early. The prospect of being fucked to death entertains me. If nearly forty men fucking me three or four times each could not kill me, I doubt three could. Hell, the other night I had double that, and it still didn’t phase me.

My stomach is growling loudly, and one girl huffs as if it’s my fault I haven’t eaten. I was given no time to bring anything, and they don’t feed fox shifters on the train. Normally when I am this hungry, I can do a spell to suppress that nauseating feeling I get, but it would bring too much attention to me. Now is not the time to be fucking around with my magia.

All of the women jump when the door clicks open but none of us turn around. If it’s the kings, there’s a good chance they don’t want us to actually look them in the eye. Instead, the larger man from earlier steps in front of us and we all look up.

“Get undressed and leave your belongings here,” he says simply. I stand to do as I’m told but the rest just sit there. “Good girl, Lilith. You all will understand what happens if you are not compliant.”

With that, they all jump up and do as they are told. I don’t know what the consequences of disobeying them are, but I didn’t plan on disobeying anyone anyway. A shifter’s sex doll is not the worst thing that could happen to me. I would much rather be fucked on a loop daily than be in the mines.

I am the first one undressed and the man points for me to stand at the base of the basement stairs. When the others are done, he has us lineup and has me last. I’m assuming my compliance is putting me at the end for a reason. Hopefully, it’s for a good reason and it’s not going to lead me into a world of shit. “Walk,” he says.

Elenora leads the line of us up the stairs. The rest seem uncomfortable with being naked. I’m getting the feeling that whoever they were placed with did not pass them around like I was. I guess that’s an advantage for me because I’m not stressed out. This is pretty tame compared to the things that Zypher has come up with to entertain himself and his friends. He’s psychotic, but he’s harmless for the most part.

If I get chosen, hopefully, they can handle my smart-ass mouth like Zypher could. I was never disrespectful, but I also did not back down when he would be a shithead to me. They seem to have a pretty tough reputation, so I may have to learn how to keep my mouth shut. Hopefully, they’ll let me walk the grounds. That garden is too beautiful to not be visited.

“You will be placed in a room where you will be blindfolded. The Three Kings will then come to visit your room. You are not to say a word unless they take your blindfold off or they speak directly to you. They will then immediately make decisions on whether you stay or go. If there is more than one of you left, they will have you go through a test to decide who stays and who goes,” the large man says. “Lilith, go down the hallway behind me and choose a room. When you get in there, put on the blindfold that is on the bed. Once you have it secured, face away from the door. The kings will start their rounds at the beginning of the hallway.”

“Yes, sir,” I say. He doesn’t react as shocked this time and simply watches me walk past him and down the hallway.

I want to be last, so I choose the room at the very end of the hallway. I grab the blindfold off of the bed and tie it into place before standing at the foot of the bed with my back to the door. I sense that this is the part where I end up bent over this bed when they come in.

I stand in the same spot for nearly an hour before the door finally opens. “Oh, she’s little,” I hear one man say.

“Yeah, she is short. Her ass is nice and round,” another man says as a hand squeezes my ass.