Prologue 4
Nordstrom took a sip from the wine glass. It was a
good year from which the grapes were plucked and then crunched to extract the
juice. The juice was extracted and then retained in wooden casks. The casks
were moved into the basement and stored for a period. The basement was sealed
and a vacuum was created.
The result was the fine wine he was drinking then.
“I hoped you like the year.” Nordstrom looked to his
other guest seated across him. The man had aged a lot but as the host,
Nordstrom ensure the best was offered. His guest was dressed in a plain shirt
and matching pants, although his hair was unkempt. The guest was not drinking
although the wine glass was placed in front of him.
“Sam Worthins”, Nordstrom spoke up. “You may not like the wine, but I am sure
this new option would.”
Nordstrom motioned to his staff and cage was pushed
in. In the cage was a young man in iron restraints. Sam twitched in his limbs
but the years of induced sedatives and depressants had slowed his reflexes. It
was the boy he found; dirty and nude.
“Boy…” Sam muttered in his voice. The young man in
the cage went berserk. He crashed himself against the cage bars but it was
useless. He was still the same in his looks and unable to change into any form
except his own anger. He was angry at the man who snatched him off his real
life and made him an animal.
“I am sorry….so sorry, boy.” Sam muttered his
apology. He found the first boy and handed him to the Moors, but the second
one; he had failed. He was caught with the boy and they had raised him to the
killer he was.
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