No volunteers to take on Conan in the pit have registered themselves. It seems the massacre Conan has promised himself is taking off. Not for the faint-hearted. Best avert our gaze. Plug up the ears ……
Who’d want to be in their shoes? Stuck in the pit with The Fiend. Beaten and abused. His fury trapped down in the hole. A night of seething rage. Released to face the fighters. Released to prove his worth.
The rage could not be contained. Fury pumped up every muscle in his ripped torso. The urge to get his hands on that fight-master’s throat .. overwhelming. The pain burned him up. The strikes into his feet drove him mad.
Pain flooded every bit of his body. Anger poured in streams of sweat out of every pore. Trapped in this tight hole, no getting away. No getting his revenge. But he would …..
There had been other fresh fighters, newly bought, who thought they still had some say. It came with the trade .. dealing in muscled flesh used to throwing its weight around. Some just had to learn who was boss. Some took longer than most . but every single one of them had come round.
No stranger to violence .. Conan gave as good as he received. Life had been tough .. almost never kind .. from earliest moments on. He’d learned to expect little from others. What you had, you grabbed for yourself. And fought tooth-and-nail to fight the robbers off.
What the fuck was going on? Lowered head-first into the bowels of the earth. No wriggle-room, no fending off any attack. Below only blackness, a menacing threat.
Getting beaten .. thrashed across his back, belly pummelled till it screamed .. Conan would have expected that. He’d shown that fucker of a fight-master up, after all. Dumb prick, sticking him in the pit with preening amateurs.
He could bawl as much as he wanted. Who the hell gave a fuck? Body stuck down in the tube .. he was going nowhere. No danger to man nor beast. Fuck-all he could do to save his murderous hide.
It was used to being in control. Used to dominating by the force of its fists. By the terror of its savagery. It had to learn to fear. Fear and respect. Take it out of its comfort zone.
He’d be trained. Like a snivelling brat refusing to learn his lessons, he’d be shown. The way of obedience. The price of refusal burning in his flesh. Hard lessons.