Journey to hell


Tiradates rode back through the marching columns of men.  Ostensibly to talk with his captains  ..  urging on speed.  Blatently to show himself to the troops  ..  the general who was taking his men back home.  In triumph.  With the spoils of war.
But also to keep an eye on his prize captive.  Reinforce his orders to the minders  ..  always on the arsehole’s back  ..  grind his will into the dirt.

His appearance always greeted by energetic cracking of the whip …….



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