02
Aug
17

Binding

Journey to hell

 

His idea.  His plan.  His party.  Tiradates had funded this feast.  Start of these days when he’d cripple this prince-slave’s pig-headed will.
Going to plan.  The sergeant was earning his fee  ..  winding his men up  ..  goading that prick-of-a-prince.  Putting the fucker in his place.  No reason to complain.

But sidling idly by .. not doing? Not Tiradates’ style. He got his hands dirty ….

 

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