Another sneak preview
Oops! Wrong attachment. You could say I got it 'twisted' into the thongs....I meant tale.
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This is the correct one.
Titus Adrian; Land Baron and Killer
An adaption of the tale Titus Andronicus.
A savage tale of
deaths and blood curling acts
In consolation, I give you a preview of Tamara....
“I present to
you, Tamara the Queen.” Titus pulled at the chain that held the Queen by her
neck. She stumbled forward and then pulled upright her standing posture as if
she was on the throne. The lady was bronze in the skin shades with tinge of
darker shades in some areas. Her facial expression was a beauty with deep
lashed eyes with full inviting lips. She had her hands bounded to the back
while a metal clasp was on her neck while her feet were bare of any walking
covers. The clasp there gave out an aura of her submission to the man, but for
those who served with her knew her to be the opposite. They were all her
enslaved by her beauty. Even Titus was not excluded for he brought her there
for the same reason; better a slave to him than to relived as an image in his
mind.
Tamara was
scantily covered with the spotted animal skin that covered her body with a deeper
cleavage caused by an overzealous servant before Titus intervened to safeguard her
from more harm. The gap there showed her upper offerings which many of the
assembled leaned forward to look. Their eyes trailed her clothing from
there to her navel where the hem of the clothing reached higher above her knees
displaying her long shapely legs that shamed many of the mistresses they held. The
lady was a natural beauty with the features of a full woman on her despite her
previous child bearings.
Don't get your urges roaring just yet. Read the next one.
“Away with him! And make a fire straight. And with our swords, upon a pile of wood, let's hew his limbs till they are clean
consumed.” Lucas
called out to his brothers. They roughly pulled the Goth to the outside of the
mansion. There they laid the victim to the ground spread eagled, with each
brother holding a limb.
“For our brothers!” Lucas
called out and then rained the blows that cracked the joints of the limbs. It
was followed by his brothers in unison while the victim cried out in pain from
the torture. The young Goth laid there with its four limbs broken while it
looked to its tormentors.
“Shoot him, Lucas. The heathen
is staring at me.” Quincy called out to the eldest. “Shoot his eyes out.”
Lucas drew his pistol and shot
the young Goth in the eyes. They then severed of the limbs before he was thrown
onto the pile of burning woods that was set as the funeral pyre. Where there
was silence in such an event, at that one was rejoicing among the torturers.
Back in
the Library, Tamara heard the shot. She remained still on her knees and whimper
at the loss of her son. She looked to the tormentor of her family and cursed.
“O’cruel,
irreligious piety!” Tamara hissed out. “In which faith do you believed in to do
such acts on another living being?”
Her
son, Chiron younger in age to the slain one looked to his other brother. He was
trembling with fear and sought his brother’s comfort.
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