The Devil's Harem

“Now, shall we begin?” The shorty said as he nudged his head towards one of his men. The man nodded, walked toward the nearby music stereo, and turned the nob up, increasing the volume of the music playing in the room.

“Now, before we begin,” The shorty again gave a nod to one of his men and said, “Let me introduce myself. I am...”

“Boss, I know who he is...” The man tasked with finding out the identity of Brad got a message on his phone, and he spoke up in excitement, interrupting the shorty.

“What didja say?” The shorty slowly turned his head towards his man and asked with his eyes squinting and lips twitching.

“I...” The man could feel he fucked up. In that moment of excitement, he forgot that his boss was still speaking, “I just got the message...” But before he could continue, the shorty threw the knife in his hand and struck his own man right above his heart in the shoulder.

“Ughaaa...” For a few moments, the man stood still, looking at his boss. He knew his boss was cruel and perfectly capable of doing this, but he had never thought that he would do the same to him. But when he looked at the knife stuck in his shoulder, it finally dawned upon him, and he could not stop himself from groaning in pain. But the loud music muffled his voice.

.....

“Why, boss? Why?” Between his groans, the man fell to his knees and asked his boss.

“Huh...? What didja say? I can’t hear ya?” Swirling the scissor, the shorty walked up to his man, ignoring the others for now.

“I...” The man was losing a lot of blood. And despite the air-conditioning in the room, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He was having difficulty keeping his eyes open. But he still looked at the shorty.

“Now, c’mon. Be a good sport, will ya. Tell me, what didja want to say about this goofball?” The shorty did not turn his eyes towards Brad but pointed his finger at him.

“He is... He...” With heavy breathing, the man tried to answer, but the pain made his brain go blank from time to time.

“Having trouble?” The shorty smiled, “Let me help ya with that,” the shorty said and grabbed the knife stuck in the man’s shoulder. And before anyone could react, he pushed the knife further into the man’s shoulder and gave it a twist.

“NOOOOOO!” The man cried out in pain and, without any regard that the man doing it to him was his boss, began to hit the shorty on his hand, trying to undo his grip on the knife. At the same time, the man also pleaded for mercy, “Please... Please... I am sorry... I won’t ever do it again... I am sorry... I am sorry.” His face became unsightly with all the sweat, tears and snot he was covered in.

“Hey, man. Relax, let that guy go. It’s enough,” finally, Alex got rid of Veronica’s hold and said.

“Shhsshh...” Alex had barely finished when the shorty let go of the knife sticking in his men’s shoulder and rushed towards Alex with the scissor on his lips, “Don’t disturb. I am trying to help my man remember, hehehe...” The shorty said with a sinister smile plastered all over his face, and in the next moment, he was back with his man.

He was so fast that Alex and Veronica did not even have the time to react.

But that short couple of seconds made the difference. The man had passed out with the pain, and he sat there motionless on his knees with his eyes rolled up, mouth open and the drool dripping on the floor.

“Aughh... Man, he is nasty,” The shorty covered his nose and mouth with the back of his elbow and kicked the man right in the face, “Bastard took the fun away.”

“... Now I have to look for someone else,” the man sighed, and the psychotic look on his face vanished as well. But his eyes soon turned towards Brad. .c

“... I am sorry, but ya mind taking his place? Snip! Snip!” with a smile on his face, the shorty asked, almost requesting Brad.

“Umm... Umm...” Brad, with his mouth covered by the bulky dude, shook her head in denial.

“Oh, mama mia. Is that a no I am seeing?” The shorty looked at the scissor in his hand and asked.

“Huh...” Brad looked at the shorty with his wide open, and before he knew it, he was nodding his head. To be more precise, it was the bulky-ass dude holding Brad, who made him nod vigorously.

“Now we are talking,” the shorty smiled, “Now, what is that I was talking about before this... Uhh, the burden on earth interrupted me?” The shorty did not forget to kick the man lying in his own pool of blood one more time.

“You were introducing yourself, boss,” One of the lackeys reminded the shorty.

“Ah, yes... yes... yes,” The shorty nodded and waved his hand towards the one who just spoke and said, “Get rid of his pants, will ya.”

“So let’s begin from the very beginning,” The shorty with a nice smile on his face said.

“I am Ibn-e-Batuta. I am jus’ a nobody in front of yer friend here. And don’t even get me confused with the Second Prince of the Royal family of Thar. I am telling y’all in my personal capacity,” The shorty said, but suddenly his eyes turned big, and his smile creepy, “Here, I am not related to the Royal Family in the slightest.”

‘LIAR!’ This was all the others could think of, ‘You are clearly and openly telling us you are that Prince.’

“... And behind me, this big guy is Popat. I don’t know why his parents named him so, but he is nothing like a Popat. He is one fuckin’ horny dude.” Ibn-e-Batuta introduced the guy holding on to Brad.

“... As for the rest of these guys...” Ibn continued, “Even I don’t know them, so why don’t we jus’ ignore them?”

Ibn-e-Batuta was the only one speaking in the room. The rest were either too scared or too confused to react. But most of them were scared.

“Now, all I wanted was to make friends with that pretty lady behind ya and the ladies who were with her,” Ibn turned his attention towards Alex, “But she ran away.”

“But believe me. That didn’t hurt me, not in the slightest,” Ibn shook his head, “Actually, I like chasing after me pre... I am mean friends. Like a game of... a game of... What do you guys call it? Yeah, a game of tag.”

“... So I came here following this pretty lady, and I was not disappointed. She really made it interesting for me,” Ibn smiled as he lovingly looked at Veronica, “Oh, what a beautiful lady...”

“But this guy over here,” Ibn shook his head, getting out of the trance he fell into because of Veronica and walked up to Brad, “He crossed the line he shouldn’t have...”

“... So now, we are going to play a game with him,” Ibn said, caressing the scissor in his hand, “Clipping the tail...” He announced.

*Swishh!

And the pants were down.

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[A/N: If you are reading this chapter, do read my other story: Against the World, All Alone? (Harry Potter Fan-fic)]