Phaeka saw that the gang of slaves had a girl with them. Go find your own or taste cold steel. “P-please, let us go and take everything you want. Before the town had fallen under siege, they had heard word that General Carpathiel was gathering several Imperium legions to march south and stem the tide of the rebel advance. The slaves had bound her wrists in front of her with rawhide. It was Anaria’s best friend, and yet the girl was hardly recognizable right now. She seemed to let out an incoherent moan, part protest, part surrender to lust. Kaelon’s family had been furious with him for choosing to marry Phaeka, who had come from a more modest mercantile family. “A lesser man might take umbrage, Mama-cunt. Perhaps you can help me practice my knife skills.” As he said this he began to advance. You can watch your daughter get fucked by another dozen men tonight later on, if you wish.
