Clash of wills


The sergeant signalled to his men.  Keep a good grip on this princely prick.  The general was not one to shirk a fight.  Always at the centre of battle.  But this arsehole on his knees had shown himself unpredictable.  Lashing out ..  even when it wasn’t getting him anywhere.  Hands tied, still he had fought like a mad dog.

Watch the fucker, his warning to his men.  The general was up-close.  Hands-on.
And he’d have the sergeant’s nuts if the arsehole took him down.




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