26
May
17

Mess

The Greatest gift

 

Everyone knew.  The mob out there  ..  swapping stories in the tavern tonight  ..  they knew what she’d be doing to him.  She tortured her victim out of his skin before Conan was hauled out for his execution  .. entertainment for the mob.

They’d warned him.  He’d bought into this.  Putting his faith in Old-cocky  …..  Right now, fat-chance he’d be ready to perform  …..

BUT  …  a He-bitch  ..  that was what had thrown him  ……..

 

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