These girls weren't people to him. He saw them as disposable goods. They brought him some enjoyment when he got a paycheck. Even then, as with everything Envy found no happiness. He was there as the destroyer.
He pulled the other one up on the bed she was curled up on, just as dazed as the other. The drugs kept them quiet. They were more languid and easier to handle. With his hand gripped on her arm he drug her to her feet. Another thin girl still in the jean jacket and black skirt she'd been found in. Her hair was a mess of red tangles covering her eyes as she looked down at her feet. "I didn't touch this one."