Admirable perhaps, a soldier like this. Who would not take no for an answer. It showed guts … Falling into enemy hands and not giving in … undoubtedly in one his own officers, that was something Tiradates could admire.
This Menander .. one hell-of-a-tough motherfucker. What Tiradates could do with an army of such men! But ….. in a prisoner? Answering back. Fighting back. Refusing to submit. A prick like that was a pain-in-the-arse.
Tiradates still had to take him back .. back to the palace. Dragging the arsehole back to the emperor. But not like this.
The emperor would never thank him for turning up with this basketful of trouble. The emperor was a vain man, he’d like to think he himself had broken this renowned enemy prince. But Vologases liked it easy. Men like Tiradates were supposed to quietly do the dirty work first. Soften this once-noble-prince up so that the emperor just had to give him the final twist. And take all the credit for himself.
Right now this arsehole was like a bag of vipers .. he’d keep fighting back. He had the strength of will like a mule. Ropes and bonds didn’t seem to worry that muscular physique. Punched in the muscles of that belly .. in seconds he was hitting back.
For Tiradates this prick was invaluable. His advancement had taken a dramatic turn for the better. Bringing in this arsehole was going to do no end of good for Tiradates’s reputation. But it couldn’t be like this. Mouthing off against the emperor. Laughing in the face of death-threats .. sneering at hours broken on the wheel. Vologases wouldn’t thank Tiradates for that. The emperor needed this fucker half-tamed first.
Nothing for it, motherfucker, you’re gonna be jumping through a few hoops. Rings of fire. Coils of pain. It’s days before we reach the border. Days of me breathing down your fucking-neck. Nothing for it, prince-my-boy, you’re gonna bend. Lose that attitude. Learn to crawl .. on your belly. And Tiradates is just the man for the job.