Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

The slaves were afraid of Pablo. Obviously.

Pablo had said in front of them that he would kill their friend—Hena, in cold blood.

The slaves thought Pablo cared for them but now they weren't so sure.

Though Pablo predicted that and before the slaves could harbor any negative thoughts, he said he didn't threaten the Hena who was their friend, he threatened the Hena who was simply a Hopeless Romantic Girl.

The eight slaves in front of him, joined like magnets and their heads hung low, heard Pablo and they kind of understood.

They figured Hena loves Pablo and Pablo said those things to the girl who loves him. They didn't know why Pablo was so against love but they understood his threat came because of Hena's idea of love and belief that she could ask for a promise from Pablo.

Pablo also stared at the slaves and he landed his eyes one by one on them starting from the left.

There stood Young, the twelve years old slave. He was the youngest of the lot and he was the most scared.

He had brown hair and now he had some fat on his face as he got food, clothes and comfort after meeting Pablo. Otherwise, all of them were malnourished, miserable and pathetic.

After Young, Pablo looked at the next slave.

He was thirteen years old and his name was Brownie.

He also had brown hair—the reason he got his name. But he grew taller since the last time Pablo saw him. He was the tallest of the eight slaves standing before him.

He was scared as well but his hand was on Young's shoulder, giving strength to the twelve years old boy.

Pablo nodded and looked at the boy standing next to Brownie.

He was Pimple. The same age as Brownie—Thirteen.

Pablo had named it because the boy had pimples on his face when Pablo met him in the early days but now those pimples weren't visible. The boy had clear pale skin now.

He had black hair and Pablo also noticed that he was handsome. With a chiseled jawline and deep eyes, Pimple was the most good-looking among the eight slaves. Pablo only diminished his handsomeness by giving him a name called Pimple.

After Pimple, Pablo moved on to the next one who was also a boy of thirteen years old.

He was Bush.

He had curly hair with volume, like a cheering wig people wore while watching sports. He had black hairs and they were long enough to cover his eyes and forehead.

Earlier, his hairs were rough and brown with all the mud he had faced but now they were clear, sparkling and looked healthy like his body.

'Good. They should be in good condition.' Pablo thought and moved on to the next.

This time, it was a girl.

A fifteen years old girl. Her name was Ebony.

She had black skin, hence the name. She had long hair, not tied. They rested on chest and Pablo eyed her from top to bottom.

She was skinny before like the other slaves but now she was healthy and had appropriate body mass.

Pablo nodded. 'The girls should be healthy too. Especially the girls.'

She also hung her head low as her hands fidgeted with the hem of her yellow dress.

Pablo would deal with the fear later as he moved on to the next.

He was looking at all of them not because he had forgotten their names or other shit. He was just examining them. He wanted to see the changes they incurred during their stay with him and whether they were positive changes or not. If positive, then good. And if negative, he would try to turn them into positive.

After Ebony, the next slave was also a fifteen year old girl.

She had white short hair and her name was Snow. She had short hair when Pablo had met her before and she still had the same length.

Pablo had no objections to the length of her hairs as he focused on her face and body like he did with Ebony.

Snow had a thin face, her lips were plum and she had some pink lipstick on them, accentuating the freshness and look of her lips.

She was thin but not to the bounds where Pablo would have a complaint about it.

As he was checking her, Pablo suddenly did an inward scoff.

'Why am I looking at the bodies of minor girls? You have better options, Pablo. Don't go too deep here.'

He shook his head and darted his gaze at the next slave who was also a girl.

She was the same age as other girls—fifteen.

Her name was Lashes as she had long eye lashes naturally.

She had blonde hair and Pablo noticed that she was the prettiest of the slaves. Not counting Hena, of course.

She had that innocent look and many men would spend their lives to make her laugh and take care of her.

Nodding to himself, Pablo looked at the last slave standing at his far right.

She was also fifteen and her name was Melon.

Pablo gave her the name because she had big breasts. She had the advantage over other female slaves just because of her assets.

She had black hair, pale skin and she had the right amount of fat around her body.

Pablo finished examining all the eight slaves and did a final calculation.

Four slaves were boys and four were girls.

All the four girls were fifteen years old and among the four boys, three were thirteen years old—Pimple, Brownie and Bush—and one of them was twelve years old—Young.

Pablo repeated everything in his mind, making sure he doesn't forget it and finally, he would try to disperse their fear of him out of their hearts.

They should not be afraid of Pablo.

They should trust Pablo… Blindly.

They should accept anything Pablo gives them.

And most of all—They should do anything that Pablo tells them.

Because these eight slaves…

They would play the biggest and the most important role in his mission.