Orthodox Britain

The Sinbury, Boys!

The night before our heroes are interrogating His Excellency Blond Da Dirta Cossack, somewhere on the motorway is speeding a thunder truck with a sticker written on it: Power-Up.

Simon the night before was dreaming about a giant cat burning the world with a strike of match and he is afraid every night the nightmares will continue.

But now they throw Blond on the floor in a campsite cabin for Bob and Dylan to kick him on the floor, the kicks are turning so violent Blond is thinking his guts will burst open his sides are stinging so much. But Bob and Dylan are not thinking to stop warming him until they acknowledge a puddle of blood coming out from their enemy.

Mage walks in and places his mug of coffee before he tells them to stop beating him and take him to the lake pier for fresh midnight water. "I prefer him to have a good wash to see his face telling the truth before us rather than him dead in a pile of his own shat in our cabin."

They pull Blond on his legs outside the cabin towards the lake, spitting on him along the way because he is moaning about the injuries he sustained at the start of their inquiry to his plans.

He opens his swollen eyes up when they take a bin bag off his head and he can see the stars from above the night sky. He can feel his arms and legs tied up to a metal chair. 

His body temperature is far greater at the moment than the rusty metal chair they trapped him in, and he does not feel at ease.

Mage slaps him across his face two times, feeling the blood on his hand from his bleeding face.

"I hope you rather stop stargazing tonight or I murder you on the spot before you spill the beans of your evil deeds."

"I swear it was the Dark Lord and his Evil Viking Princess. 

They contemplated selling unapproved medicines to pregnant women causing birth defects and the former Excellency of Crimson Nation, our David, covered the case up by sending the victims to a madhouse."

"I assume you were an underdog assuming nothing about it and only pushing the pencils to make your career goals go further?"

"I swear it was not me, I only did what I was told."

But Simon smiles and walks one step closer. He steps over a metal chair and smacks his boot in Blond's neck.

"I am sure you are no good fool, same as your forefathers, to be proud satanic island nation supreme commanders who started two global wars and massacred many nations of people leaving piles of corpses behind them." 

Then he watches how E Blond is gasping for air from his wide open throat. He turns around holding his heel on his crushed throat and feels how his stomach is growling inside him.

"Because your ancestors displaced the entire planet's population in poverty and death so you could be proud at least I can feel your mouth with my warm shat, matey." He lets his belt slip and drops his butt cheeks on Blond. 

He felt a relief only for a moment Simon's foot came off his dry throat but now he can't breathe much longer feeling feces floating down his mouth, overflowing from sides of his mouth causing him gasping chokes on his throat.

Simon stands up and watches how the wild eyes of His Excellency Blond have lost its focus. His throat is throwing hick-ups, flowing feces and his stomach content out of his mouth for another try to live one. "I am sorry mates, I could not hold myself together allowing him to set free, I wanted to know he had good feed at yesterday's banquet."

Magnum Mage walks over his stomach heading back to the cabins and while he is walking away, he asks his mates to dip into the water with their Excellency Blond for a good wash before they load him up back into their truck.