“We break camp. How quick can you be ready?”
They were leaving .. taking Maciste back .. to the emperor . To a terrible fate. The one Maciste had stupidly wished on himself. And the women? He’d not got them free yet.
“Tomorrow noon, sir?” The sergeant suggested.
Grimly Tiradates nodded. Glaring at his prisoner.
“Noon. Be ready by then.”
Tiradates turned his eyes on his prisoner .. on his knees in the dirt.
“Well, seeing as we’ll be headed out …….”
His nod indicated the glorious prize the women hostages had brought him. Proud, muscled .. and fucking stupid!
“ …. now we’ve got what we wanted ….. This is the men’s last night ….. “
Tiradates gloated. Mocking this prince’s failed efforts to set the women free.
“They’ll want to celebrate.”
Thought you could surrender, arsehole? Thought you could negotiate the hostages’ release? Get treated like some stuck-up nobleman? Slave. That’s what you are. Animal. Beast. Get used to it, motherfucker!
“Tell them to make the best of it. Not dragging the women back with us.”