I approached the bound man. Bulbous and round, reeking of his own filth. The boastful braggart had nothing to say. A powerful man among his people, but here, he was nothing more significant than an insect. Impotent. Petulant.
I went to work ripping flesh from bone.
Strip by strip I pulled the bound man’s flesh from his body to a soundtrack of tormented screaming. He threatened, he pleaded, he bargained, but never accepted his fate. He was too grand, too great, to die – or so he said. I accepted his challenge; promised to take my time.