Rats cowered in the corners.
Evening was drawing in of people having sex picture and lanterns had been lit.
The oil lamps hung from the rafters, their black smoke clogging the atmosphere.
“There’s something familiar about you,” said Trem, the ship’s bos’un.
He moved closer to the Amazon.
“Have we met before?
The blindfolded woman looked in the direction of the voice.
The lasso had been removed but her wrists and elbows remained tied.
“Hey,” said Trem, pulling at the warrior’s hair.
“I’m talking to you”.
Glaina shook her head disgusted by his touch.
“If we had I’d have killed you,” she spat of people having sex picture.
“Mmmm. Feisty!” said Trem, smiling.
“Nice”.
The men looked on.
None wished to interrupt the fearsome bos’un.
Trem turned to face the audience.
“Who else thinks they’ve seen her before?” he asked, his arms spread wide, always the showman.
A voice from the back.
“She resembles that woman in the square”.
Another from the left.
The voice from the back again.
“Yes. Her hair’s different, but she’s got the same body”.
It pained Glaina to hear them talk.
She knew they referred to her twin.
Trem looked back at the Amazon.
“Have you a sister my pretty friend?” he asked.
She looked away, but the bos’un had noticed the change in her mouth.
“That other bodyguard’s your sister isn’t she?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
No reaction from Glaina.
He continued to taunt her.
He sensed a chink in her armour.
“I hear she stood up well to being beaten”.
He was on a roll.
“She was silent during her whipping but shrieked like a stuck pig when that bastard poured vinegar into her wounds”.
The Amazon fought to retain her self-control.
This of people having sex picture was harder to bear than any physical punishment.
Trem picked up a wooden club from the floor.
“Goodness knows what ordeals she’s been put through since she was snared of people having sex picture,” he continued, poking her in the stomach with the club’s handle.
“She’s the dungeon master’s favourite type. All breasts and muscle. Imagine, perhaps she’s writhing in agony as we stand here. Probably begging for mercy”.
