6.4 Duty calls
He had five brats to feed, for god’s
sake. What the hell did she expect?
He’d given her a good slapping. To
shut her nagging mouth. The king
had issued orders. There was work to
be done. At the mine. What the fuck
was he supposed to do? Tell the king
to go fuck himself?
So what her brother was getting
married? Did she really think he want
to miss out? Did he want to work? Do
over some cocksucking turd the king
had caught? Did he want to miss out
on the celebrations? Gave her a few
more slaps for good measure. Did he
want to feed so many kids?
FUCK! And to top it, this prisoner
was a pain in the ass. How long was
it going to take? Stuck out here.
Middle of fucking nowhere. Days?
Weeks? No one but this fucking
prisoner for company. No one was
going to venture out here. The locals
had heard the sounds. Cries carrying
out through the night.