Murich drowned another community of unseen germs within the folds of his gut. He had been downing one Braakbroew after another in quick succession since night had fallen. His sorrows were growing ever more acute by the hour. Life in Marienburg was weighed in coins, not worth. Today’s experiences had hammered that home more than ever.

For now, the beer flowed freely as it was Bezahltag, payday. The remainder of his contract pay lay 8 days hence and combined with the abundance of mugs arriving at the table it would make the absence of coin more hard felt over the coming week. (more…)

His 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…)