Inside the room, the situation was completely grotesque.

The bald leader was lying flat on his back on the floor. He was bleeding heavily from the stab wound in his back. He was desperately trying to crawl away, his fingers scraping against the floorboards.

Camilla was kneeling right next to him. She was not stabbing him anymore. She had discovered that this weak body was actually very good at slapping.

Camilla raised her hand and brought it down hard across the dying man’s face.

Smack!

The leader groaned loudly, panting heavily for breath. His nose was broken, and his lips were bleeding.

Through the thick wood of the door, the men outside only heard the loud smacks and the heavy, exhausted panting of their boss.

The two men listening at the door pulled their heads back. They chuckled quietly to each other, completely misunderstanding the situation.

"Listen to him breathe," one of the men whispered, grinning widely. "She must be really good to make the boss pant like that. He sounds completely exhausted."

Just then, inside the room, Camilla grabbed the leader by the collar of his leather vest. She used all her remaining strength to lift his heavy upper body off the floor. She shoved him violently backward.

The leader’s massive body flew backward and slammed heavily against the inside of the door.

BAM!

The men outside jumped back in surprise as they felt a sudden, massive weight hit the door from the inside.

"Urrrggghhh!" a loud, agonizing groan came from the leader as his crushed ribs hit the hard wood.

The men outside exchanged excited looks.

"Are they doing it right at the door now?" one of the men asked, his eyes wide with dirty amazement.

The other man pressed his ear back against the wood, listening to the heavy thuds and the sliding sounds.

He replied, whispering eagerly, "It seems so. She looks so innocent and weak in that grey tunic, but she is really wild inside. Look how much noise they are making."

The man licked his lips in anticipation. "I’ll be the very next one to go in after the boss is finished."

They stood there for another minute, waiting for the noises to stop. They laughed quietly, completely unaware of the horror happening just a few inches away from their faces.

Then, one of the men looked down at his leather boots.

He noticed something strange. The bottom edge of the wooden door was getting very wet.

A thick, dark liquid was slowly seeping out from the tiny gap between the bottom of the door and the uneven floorboards. The liquid moved slowly, creeping over the wood. It formed a growing puddle right near the man’s toes.

The man stared at the puddle. The smell of fresh, metallic copper reached his nose.

It was a massive pool of fresh blood.

The men’s smiles instantly vanished from their faces. Their own blood ran completely cold in their veins. That was far too much blood for a simple game. Something was terribly, horribly wrong.

Suddenly, the heavy presence pressing against the inside of the door completely released its weight.

Thud.

A heavy, lifeless body slid down the inside of the door and hit the floorboards with a dull, final sound.

The two men outside panicked. They did not wait for the others. They grabbed the iron handle of the door. They turned it violently and pushed with all their strength.

They rushed to open the door. They barged directly into the small, dim room, holding their rusty swords up, ready to fight.

The two men stopped dead in their tracks. Their mouths fell open in absolute, mind-shattering horror.

The room was a complete nightmare. Blood was splashed across the thin mattress. Blood was smeared across the wooden floor.

Lying right at their feet was the bald gang leader. He was covered in a massive pool of his own dark red blood.

But his face was the most horrifying part. The leader’s face was completely swollen and disfigured from dozens of brutal, heavy slaps. His nose was crushed flat. Both of his eyes were swollen completely shut, turning a dark, ugly purple. His jaw hung open loosely. Aside from his ruined face, his heavy leather vest was pierced with multiple deep, bleeding stab wounds. It was a highly grotesque, deeply violent way to die.

The boss was taking his very last, rattling breath. He opened his swollen eyes just a tiny slit. He looked past the two frozen men, looking up at the small figure standing in the center of the room.

Blood bubbled up over his broken lips.

"You are a monster," the boss gasped out with his very last breath.

His eyes rolled back into his head. His chest stopped moving entirely. He was completely dead.

Standing perfectly calm in the center of the bloody room was Camilla.

She was breathing heavily. Her chest rose and fell rapidly inside her loose grey tunic. During the short but intense struggle, the heavy leader had managed to land one weak strike.

Camilla had a small, thin scratch bleeding lightly on her cheek, and a fresh, dark purple bruise forming on her left arm.

But despite the injuries, she looked completely relaxed.

She looked down at the dead boss. She smiled a very warm, very pleasant smile.

"Yes," Camilla replied smoothly, her voice completely calm in the horrifying room. "Yes I am."

The two gang members stood frozen in the doorway. Their hands shook violently, making their rusty swords rattle against each other. They looked down at their dead, disfigured leader, and then they looked up at the small, beautiful girl with the red curly hair.

Camilla slowly raised her right hand. She held the bloody kitchen knife pointing straight forward. Dark red blood dripped slowly from the sharp metal tip, falling onto the floor with soft splat sounds.

She pointed the bloody knife directly at the two terrified men. She tilted her head and smiled her wicked, deadly smile again.

"Who wants to sleep with me next?" Camilla asked politely.

The two men did not answer. The sheer terror in her empty, dead eyes broke their minds completely.

They dropped their rusty swords. They screamed at the top of their lungs. They turned around and ran frantically out of the room, sprinting down the dark hallway as fast as their legs could carry them.

"The boss is dead! The boss is dead!" the two men screamed as they ran back into the main tavern room.