The stories of Oldclaw: the fury
Tuesday, August 12th, 2008His muscles ached, his back was bleeding.
Yet again the whip licked his ripped flesh.
With a soft squeak he pulled on his chains, frustrated, helpless.
“Work, stupid vermin, work for Naggaroth…”
Slowly the fury grew.
Another day, shackles jingled, the lock closed its beak.
His wounds stung and itched at the same time.
Pleasure and pain finally proving the same.
Red eyes looked at the guard, who smiled and let his whip do the talking.
Slowly the pain became dull and a black place appeared.
“Yes…. yes…. you can…. you can…”
The whip crossed his back again and reality plummeted in.
Although this time the guards stopped only after the body lay motionless. (more…)
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