The Garden of Lir

Badger

Glynn and his marauders had been imprisoned in the basement at the behest of the hooded woman.
'Morgan Samlet! Two faced traitorous whore dog!' Glynn spewed at her as he was held captive with his nine Generals.
Nine Generals who had been party to the murders of men, women, children, babies and anything else that had got in their way.
'Badger is my name now.'
They were tied up at the wrists and with their backs together.
'I need a piss dammit!' One of the Generals protested.
'Piss your pants then devil!'
'Who the hell do you think you are, you can't do this to us!' Glynn spat at her, it hit her in the face.
Badger scowled and proceeded to taste the potent froth.
'Ah so this is what it tastes like to sell your soul.'
'I'll have you raped!' Glynn screamed.
'Hold his head still.' Badger demanded forcing his mouth open and pulling out his tongue.
Glynn tried to bite her.
Badger took hold of his nose between forefinger and middle finger breaking it.
Glynn's scream was ignored as she yanked his tongue out and clamped his teeth down on it.
She pulled out needles from a bag and forced them into his upper and lower lip keeping his tongue held in place.
Badger and her two friends the tall man 'Flusher' Green to her left and the angry fellow known as the Tiger of Mecca gagged the ten men while Badger read out their rights.
'While the ten of you and your Queen murdered all and sundry including poor Wort many of us were too frightened to do anything. We are as guilty as you despite never raising a finger against the undeserving deaths of innocents. Our time to redeem ourselves and cleanse ourselves of this filth begins now. Before you is the big, kind, clumsy man you made fun of for too long. Also the man from another land who you deemed unworthy of you, yet kept around to make up the numbers. And I, I am no Caucasian myself, though I have no interest in being a Roman either. You've murdered, mocked and whispered in the dark long enough about us. We come from the shadows and and that's where we'll stay but we're not going to lose what's left of us serving you anymore.'
The man called Green looked down on Glynn, his beard unkempt and his eyes twinkling, some of the light had been lost from them since journeying with these butchers who were no more dangerous than the abattoir of souls they'd left in their wake.
'Oaf, fool, smelly, eats too much, breaks wind too much and steals all the wine is it? I'd rather be all them things than be you, I have nothing more to say.'
The Tiger of Mecca, also known as Ihtizaz had his turn, he pulled out a knife running across JayKay Jones' ear.
'There's always one isn't there lad? Finds it funny my parents and sister died trying to cross from France. Ha that Zaz, a bit of a loser eh? They should have learned to swim right boys? Zaz here he doesn't think you have any manners, maybe losing your ears will change that for you.'
Zaz sliced one of JayKay's ears off as he squealed like a hog underneath the gag.
'Now the other one.'
Two ears lay at the ground of its former owner.
'How about an eye eh?'
Badger shook her head. 'This bastard will suffer enough now Zaz.'
Zaz scowled a bit but backed off smiling, Badger slapped him on the shoulder nodding.
'We're almost done here I think.'
'One last thing.' Green proceeded to soccer kick all ten men in their testicles before cooling down.
'You've all been sentenced to imprisonment here for life, this is your feeding ground, your toilet and your bedding. After fifteen days we'll untie you. The stench will be disgusting but believe me you'll remember everything you've ever done. You're beyond redemption we're not. We don't want Kings or Queens we are equals now, and we fight as one.'
Badger turned towards her buddies.
'From this moment on we follow a new path, of light. We will bring the Old Ways back and make this land ours again, we'll fight oppression and do what we must, but from now on they must make the first move. We fight to defend and reclaim, not to maim and destroy.'
'Well said.' Green nodded.
'A new dawn.' Zaz turned away.
'Time to round up the lads then, we have work to do. We plan for England.'