Chapter 112 They're Avenging Sarah

Martha's POV I watched in horror as they shoved the food from the floor into Susan's mouth. Shards of broken glass cut her lips, and blood mixed with juice dripped down onto her light blue dress. All her pride from earlier was gone. I was terrified, yet I couldn't help feeling a secret thrill of satisfaction. She was finally getting what she deserved. Just then, a thick stack of bills landed on the table in front of me. I heard the man called Soren ask in a low voice, "You like serving people coffee?" Without waiting for my reply, he waved his hand and someone wheeled over a small hand-crank coffee grinder. He went on, "Ten thousand dollars per cup. Make me 100, but I only want freshly ground and brewed coffee. You can start now." He paused, then added, "If you don't finish before midnight tonight, then, well… the Kanam Colosseum is still short one plaything." Hearing that, my eyes widened in terror. Plaything was considered a tool used solely to satisfy the gladiators' desires