In reality, Stafan had killed multiple women in this shop.
Since he had to paid the disposal fee back then, leaving his pockets lighter, perhaps he unconsciously held back the strength from his hands.
Stafan licked his lips as he stared at the woman’s unmoving face.
This brothel was the best place to fulfill a certain fetish. Something like this would never be allowed in a normal brothel. No, even if it was allowed, Stafan did not know of such a place.
He liked the days back when there were slaves.