24
Jul
17

Performance

Journey to hell

 

Menander felt nervous.  First time.  Every night Maciste had been shackled to the cart.  And Menander made to run after the Parthian scum.  Used as a slave.  Worked, abused.
He’d kept it a secret.  Now his older friend was seeing him scurrying around  ..  seeing to every whim and need of the enemy scum.  And thinking what?  Thinking what of him?

And why was he here anyway? Tied up like that?

 

 

 

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