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harsh. He frowned, but gave in, knowing that it had to be done.
He looked out the window in an attempt to focus on something else, but what he saw made all the blood drain from his face. Grayish figures in rags roamed around the arena. There were ten, at least as many as the prisoners. The thought that living people were going to be led into the arena made his blood freeze. And the audience, they were cheering on the undead!
When prisoners were let out there naked, it was a bloodbath, and it was quick, like a sharp blade cutting into the throat. The horrible, spine-chilling massacre was too frightening to watch, so Reuben closed his eyes, but he knew the screams would haunt him for years to come.
Chapter 6
Too shocked to talk to anyone, Reuben was put in a cage at the back of a steam-powered carriage. Mooray covered the tiny prison with black fabric, only a small square hole in the cloth allowing the captive to watch the streets once the vehicle moved. He saw a city, different, yet strangely similar to London. Even though this clearly was a lively neighborhood, there were no proper walkways. Through the opening, he could see a dense mosaic of buildings that didn't match each other at all. Some were simple and built of brick while others looked like elaborate palaces with statues and columns painted in bright colors, though smaller than those in the city itself.
One particular strange building reminded Reuben of a crab. because of its wide form and two white elephant tusks pointing upwards out of the wall above the central balcony. Next to this spectacular, yet puzzling residence, stood a wooden hut that could have been transplanted straight from the worst districts of London, and Reuben thought that maybe its purpose was to make the crab-building less dreadful in comparison.
The citizens seemed to reflect the architectural chaos. Many of them looked perfectly normal by Reuben's standards, some even gentlemanly, but he could easily spot people who were plain weird, like this middle-aged couple wearing short dresses made of straw! Numerous Bylondoners looked distinctly foreign; there were women in trousers and even a midget in a sedan-chair.
Reuben took it all in, wide-eyed at the unfamiliarity, but eventually the carriage stopped in front of an elegant looking mansion with massive marble statues of horses on either side of the doors. They were imposing, almost intimidating, carved of black as if they could be the mounts of the riders of the Apocalypse. Reuben heard the coach door opening and after a brief moment, the Bluefinger man came into his line of vision, opening a metal wicket to walk right into a front garden that seemed disproportionately small in comparison to the statues. There was something odd and frightening about his new master, and the way leather clung to his body, showing every curve, was even more provocative than Reuben's own nakedness. He was slim and not very tall, but his figure was definitely male, with wide shoulders and slender hips.
Reuben had asked about him back at the Pit of the Dead, but everyone had refused to talk to him, so he shut down, feeling like an outcast. He decided to just wait and see what would happen next. It wasn't as if he could do anything about his position anyway.
Bluefinger walked up the stairs toward a large, intricately carved door, which opened as soon as he knocked, revealing a man, still young enough to be called a boy. He was slim, dressed in a set of brown trousers and a waistcoat over a cream-colored shirt. He nodded at his master before running down the stairs and toward the carriage. Before Reuben could think about what was about to happen, the fabric was snatched from the cage, revealing his naked body right there in the middle of the street.
"Hey!" Embarrassed and angry, he curled into a ball, his knees to his chin. The boy looked him up and down with unabashed interest. His apple-shaped face was quite attractive, with an upturned nose and brown, heavy
He looked out the window in an attempt to focus on something else, but what he saw made all the blood drain from his face. Grayish figures in rags roamed around the arena. There were ten, at least as many as the prisoners. The thought that living people were going to be led into the arena made his blood freeze. And the audience, they were cheering on the undead!
When prisoners were let out there naked, it was a bloodbath, and it was quick, like a sharp blade cutting into the throat. The horrible, spine-chilling massacre was too frightening to watch, so Reuben closed his eyes, but he knew the screams would haunt him for years to come.
Chapter 6
Too shocked to talk to anyone, Reuben was put in a cage at the back of a steam-powered carriage. Mooray covered the tiny prison with black fabric, only a small square hole in the cloth allowing the captive to watch the streets once the vehicle moved. He saw a city, different, yet strangely similar to London. Even though this clearly was a lively neighborhood, there were no proper walkways. Through the opening, he could see a dense mosaic of buildings that didn't match each other at all. Some were simple and built of brick while others looked like elaborate palaces with statues and columns painted in bright colors, though smaller than those in the city itself.
One particular strange building reminded Reuben of a crab. because of its wide form and two white elephant tusks pointing upwards out of the wall above the central balcony. Next to this spectacular, yet puzzling residence, stood a wooden hut that could have been transplanted straight from the worst districts of London, and Reuben thought that maybe its purpose was to make the crab-building less dreadful in comparison.
The citizens seemed to reflect the architectural chaos. Many of them looked perfectly normal by Reuben's standards, some even gentlemanly, but he could easily spot people who were plain weird, like this middle-aged couple wearing short dresses made of straw! Numerous Bylondoners looked distinctly foreign; there were women in trousers and even a midget in a sedan-chair.
Reuben took it all in, wide-eyed at the unfamiliarity, but eventually the carriage stopped in front of an elegant looking mansion with massive marble statues of horses on either side of the doors. They were imposing, almost intimidating, carved of black as if they could be the mounts of the riders of the Apocalypse. Reuben heard the coach door opening and after a brief moment, the Bluefinger man came into his line of vision, opening a metal wicket to walk right into a front garden that seemed disproportionately small in comparison to the statues. There was something odd and frightening about his new master, and the way leather clung to his body, showing every curve, was even more provocative than Reuben's own nakedness. He was slim and not very tall, but his figure was definitely male, with wide shoulders and slender hips.
Reuben had asked about him back at the Pit of the Dead, but everyone had refused to talk to him, so he shut down, feeling like an outcast. He decided to just wait and see what would happen next. It wasn't as if he could do anything about his position anyway.
Bluefinger walked up the stairs toward a large, intricately carved door, which opened as soon as he knocked, revealing a man, still young enough to be called a boy. He was slim, dressed in a set of brown trousers and a waistcoat over a cream-colored shirt. He nodded at his master before running down the stairs and toward the carriage. Before Reuben could think about what was about to happen, the fabric was snatched from the cage, revealing his naked body right there in the middle of the street.
"Hey!" Embarrassed and angry, he curled into a ball, his knees to his chin. The boy looked him up and down with unabashed interest. His apple-shaped face was quite attractive, with an upturned nose and brown, heavy
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