Journey to hell

Things had just ratched up  ..  by more than just a notch.  With the appearance of that general.  He had sat watching  ..  every fibre of his being scrutinising Maciste’s face.  Even when it was Menander crying out his pain ..  and the soldiers were howling with delight  ..  it was Maciste’s reactions that filled Tiradates’ eyes.

Surrounded by boozed-up troops  ..  not a drop of liquor had passed his lips.  His men were drunk, raucous  ..  getting off on lording it over captives who couldn’t hit back.  Bullies.

But that general  …..  he had a different agenda  …..




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