Conan didn’t give up. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. Even against strength in numbers like this …… these brutes were huge, in a fair fight, he didn’t give himself much of a chance .. even against ONE of the ugly monsters.
Fight fair, fight dirty .. Conan reckoned against even one of these ogres like this pair, he’d stand fuck-all of a chance. But Conan wasn’t one to give up trying. He’d not worm himself free, obvious. But it was second-nature. Captured, roped up, then having the shit smacked out of him …… it went against the grain to let ugly fuckers like these get away with it.
Dragged through these caves .. getting tied to a cross like this .. it went completely against his nature .. not gonna take anything like that lying down.
He tried to head-butt the fucker. He got nowhere near. The brute had him by the throat and was pushing him backwards .. keeping his back pressed against the X-frame while the other moron secured his wrists. It didn’t matter. Not important that he couldn’t crack the ogre’s skull open. It was a sign. Conan didn’t give up. These brutes would have to learn. Conan didn’t take to getting pushed around.
Learn? These brutes? By the look of these monsters, it was unlikely they had a fucking brain between them. Conan had spat in the brute’s face. Not a response. Spit in a man’s face, he always reacted. Angrily. Spurred into giving you a fistful into the jaw. NOTHING. The face didn’t change. The eyes didn’t blink. A dark brown globule of spit stuck to his cheek but the fucker hadn’t smacked him back. Like humungous muscle-zombies.
The other one was working on his arms. Conan shifted focus. Concentrating all his efforts into his wrist. Twisting his arm to make binding his arm to the upright hard. Putting all the strength into fighting back. Teeth gritted .. every bit of strength in his arms going to break the grip pressing his wrist back against the wood.
Like fuck he had any chance! He was making no impression. These two brutes were massively strong. For all Conan’s determination .. squirming, wriggling, his extraordinary muscular strength twisting and writhing himself out the brute’s grip .. no effect whatsoever.
Earlier his brain had struggled for a word. These brutes looked human. But they towered a head above him. When one had crushed Conan’s back to his chest, it had felt like that chest could wrap itself all the way around him. Tall, incredibly broad across the chest, shoulders that could crush boulders between their fists .. When he’d got punched in the gut, every last bit of wind exploded out of him. What the fuck were they? HU-MANs. That was what had come to him. Short for Huge-fucking-man.
Fuck! They’d done it. He knew they would. Only so-much even his muscled pig-headedness could win. In this chilly cave, way-deep in the earth, they’d got him stretched out to a X-cross, hands and feet pinned out. Inevitable these two monstrous brutes would do it. But that didn’t stop Conan furiously yanking and pulling. More in anger than hope of breaking free. The bonds held.
And .. uncaring that Conan was still doing all he could to break free .. he was no slouch, he was supremely muscular in all the right parts, his determination to break free as rock-hard as the muscle in his arms .. they didn’t give a shit he was yanking and tugging to break free. Unperturbed, the pair of moronic HU-MANs had just turned and lumbered away. Like they knew they had him stuck on his X-frame. And no way was he getting away.
Outside the bars to the cave, one clanked closed the iron gate, secured it and heavy-footed plodded off. Brainless, cumbersome .. but could the fuckers land a punch! Conan wasn’t worth a second glance. If these fuckers had had a single brain cell between them, that would have meant they were secure in the fact that there was no breaking free. They knew Conan was trapped. Stuck against that cross. Until their masters were ready for him.
They’d have thought that ….. if they’d have had anything between their ears …….