When blasting the hell out of him, the newcomer’s legs had kicked and battered the surrounding men in the hold. His roars of anger and torture had set the stinking air alight with men’s fear. Uncaring which of their fresh slaves got roughly shoved aside, the guards finally hauled the lifeless muscle-heavy body into place.
“What you looking at, pig-face?”
The big black had come-to .. anger instantly flooded his blood. A bucket of foul-stinking water thrown in his face to revive him. Seeing his predicament did more for him. Almost immediately the brute had started fighting himself free.
Massive biceps bulged. The solid mounds of muscle on his chest looked fit to bursting. But they’d constrained him while he was out. Tied by the neck to a post in the middle of the hold. Plastic ties securing his knotted arms above his head. He bawled up at the guard, incensed. He bellowed his frustrated fury at the world.
Calmly the guard just sneered back at his futile anger.
“Think yourself lucky, motherfucker.”
The guard waved his prod at the other slaves bound to the walls.
“We’re being kind to you.”
He gave their unruly former slave-catcher a parting kick in the leg.
“If we’d stuck you anywhere near these pricks, they’d tear your throat out.”
Tarzan had already identified him. What was astonishing was meeting up with him again. And like this, both of them taken captive. Both shipped out as slaves.
What WAS he doing here? Predator turned prey? The slavers must have turned the tables on him. He’d upset someone along the line. Ironic. A slave-catcher trussed up, naked, singled-out like Tarzan and Cody, only they had their hands bound.
It turned out too .. learning from the man sitting next to him .. this was the man whose gang had captured all the other men in the hold. They WOULD happily have ripped his throat out. He had captured them, sold them down the river. Up to his old tricks still, raiding parties, enslaving men to make money. And ironically he’d finished up himself like his captives. With the very men he had sold off.
Tarzan himself had fallen foul of this thug. He had been condemned to a cruel death at this man’s hands. It had been touch-and-go. Tortured .. he’d thought he was going to get beaten to death. Only this man’s own vanity and ambition had saved the day for Tarzan. He himself too would quite cheerfully tear this man’s throat out.