It all feels like a hazy fever dream from many years ago.
That is so strange. Was it ever real? It felt real.
You tried to recall the details of that encounter and it just scared you how nothing was even coming to mind. Just that strange sensation of a hand cupping your face. But you don't remember anything of what they said, or what they did to you. Maybe it was just a dream.
You groaned uncomfortably as you sat up, reaching for your swo-- HUH.
WHERE IS MY SWORD.
Nononooo. I'm sure I had it here and never touched it. It shouldn't have gone anywhere! I don't rememb- bro.
What if the dragon— Woah woah woah. What is that now.
A golden flicker of illumination filtered through the trees at a distance, inviting you closer. You frowned in suspicion, but obliged, creeping behind a bush as you held your breath and silently observed the scene.
It was an old neighbourhood-like settlement on a long patch of vacant land in the woods. With many marquee camps, handsome and healthy black horses tethered nearby, sounds of steel passionately clashing, clanging, men yelling... as if they were sparring. Practising... For some war or something. War? Oh.
A bonfire!
An entire skinned lamb was rolling over the frenzied flames, glistening a delicious smoked, roasted brown colour... The fat from the flesh melted and fell into the fire with a sizzling sound, and the lazy wind carried its tantalising aroma to where you hid in the bush, licking your lips greedily.
You didn't realise how starved you felt, maybethe constant adrenaline rush made you forget everything else in the world. Butright now you wouldn't mind gobbling that entire lamb.
But the way your pulse quickened, something wastelling you you should just run. Which, you realised... you suddenlycouldn't. You felt paralysed. Frozen. Observing quietly.But fascinatedly. How could you not? Right in front of you was a large mossyboulder on which two men with their backs to you sat carving arrows, talking inharsh whispers.
And they were having the juiciest argument you had heard in your entire life.
"If all the sins in the world are on your bucket list, now be my guest dickriding Satan, brother, but don't involve me in this stupidity."
"Calm down, Jamal. He's not landing a scratch on us. Mark my words, what we are about to do is-"
"My sweet summer child, there's no we. There's no us. I'm not with you. The lord above gave me brains and perhaps I'm using it right for the first time when I tell you I'm never on your side."
"Chicken."
"At least not a wolf in sheep's clothing."
"And that's me? I hope the shark bites your phallus when it's fully inflated."
"And I'd still be a better man than you. See that?"
"Screw you. Sugarcoating cowardice in loyalty, you're no man."
"What you're doing is mutiny, punishable by death. Hurry now, I have never wanted you alive."
"What are you afraid of, Jamal? The brat is barely nineteen!"
"Correction, Jun. Master. Last time I checked that is how we address our second-in-command. Read my lips. M-a-s-t-e-r. Now read my lips. T-i-a-n. Master Tian. Get it right."
"You must know what his asshole tastes like. You speak nothing but shit and I know where it's coming from."
"Will you get off my back or should I break my spine for it now?"
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PRISON PARADISE || KTH {unedited ver.}
FanfictionI like the dark room. I like his angry eyes. The skeletons in his closet give me butterflies. I didn't try to run and now I'm paying the price, But what to do, father? This prison feels like paradise. He treats me so well, he's always so nice! ...
