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keep track of the passage of time locked in this cell as he was. He pretended to be in a drug-induced stupor and moaned an incoherent sentence as the door opened.
The white robe of a Maltacken priest was the first sign that this was not to be a normal visit to gather his used gruel bowl. Father Solarin was a favorite of Altan a’ s. Whenever she was in a lusty mood she would send the priest of her dark lord to fetch him. Such adventures always started off with a humiliating cold water wash down while chained to a wall followed by a grey silk robe. If he was going to make this work he would have to pretend to be pretty well under the influence of the drug cocktail they were feeding him.
As predicted, the priest had the two soldiers waiting outside the cell come in and drag the big man to the wash chamber. Grim endured their harsh treatment. Neither was happy about having to carry their captive down the hall. Their displeasure evidenced itself in the form of numerous elbow jabs and head slaps. Grim, for his part, simply increased the volume of his moaning with each offense.
In order for his plan to work he needed the priest to leave. Timing would be critical. As they entered the chamber an opportunity presented itself. GrimHolden planted his left leg and stumbled toward the side of the doorjamb... Because the soldier was supporting him on that side, the action had the effect of forcing the burly guard into the jamb. The man swore loudly and responded by driving a fist into Grim's stomach. This was what the captive man had been waiting for. He turned towards the white robed Maltacken priest and expelled the contents of his stomach. Given the nature of his last meal it was not a difficult task to accomplish.
"Idiot!" The robed figure screamed as he backed handed the guard holding Grim. "I cannot present myself to our mistress smelling like that miserable whore that bore you!"
"My Lord." Pleaded the first man in well-deserved panic... "If you allowed us to continue here without you... you could take a moment to correct our mistake."
"Make damn sure he is ready when I get back .” The priest warned with a scowl that would have done Maltacken himself proud.
Both men crossed their arms and bowed... releasing Grim in the process. He allowed himself to crumple to the floor where they would be forced to pick him back up. His plan was coming together nicely.
As the white robed figure shuffled down the hall toward what Grim could only guess was the dormitory, the two guards bent towards their interrupted task with a renewed and cruel vigor.
"Come on, you worthless sack of meat... Time to make you all pretty for your date with the Dark Lord's bitch." the bigger of the two said as he reached for GrimHolden.
"Watch yer mouth, Ruffy... If'n she ever hears ya speaking like that, yer be worse than dead."
"You ever let on that I was and I'll make damn sure you join me... Let's get him in his shower chains."
The two men each grabbed an arm and physically lifted the now seemingly unconscious captive to his feet. They each draped an arm over a shoulder and proceeded into the bath chamber. This was the moment Grim had been waiting for.
With a quickness that belayed his size, he tightened the massive and well-honed muscles of his arms while at the same time lifting his feet off the ground. He collapsed to a sitting position dragging the two gasping men down to the ground with him. They struggled but the pressure Grim had on their necks pinched off the flow of blood to their brains and within a few moments both men had passed out.
Grim held the pressure for a few moments longer to make sure they were well and truly out of it for the duration. When he was sure they would not be waking up anytime soon he released them and quickly tied their hands and feet using their own belts.
Next he had to secure his own escape. Looking around the room he saw the familiar barred window off to the right. The iron bars would normally be a deterrent
The white robe of a Maltacken priest was the first sign that this was not to be a normal visit to gather his used gruel bowl. Father Solarin was a favorite of Altan a’ s. Whenever she was in a lusty mood she would send the priest of her dark lord to fetch him. Such adventures always started off with a humiliating cold water wash down while chained to a wall followed by a grey silk robe. If he was going to make this work he would have to pretend to be pretty well under the influence of the drug cocktail they were feeding him.
As predicted, the priest had the two soldiers waiting outside the cell come in and drag the big man to the wash chamber. Grim endured their harsh treatment. Neither was happy about having to carry their captive down the hall. Their displeasure evidenced itself in the form of numerous elbow jabs and head slaps. Grim, for his part, simply increased the volume of his moaning with each offense.
In order for his plan to work he needed the priest to leave. Timing would be critical. As they entered the chamber an opportunity presented itself. GrimHolden planted his left leg and stumbled toward the side of the doorjamb... Because the soldier was supporting him on that side, the action had the effect of forcing the burly guard into the jamb. The man swore loudly and responded by driving a fist into Grim's stomach. This was what the captive man had been waiting for. He turned towards the white robed Maltacken priest and expelled the contents of his stomach. Given the nature of his last meal it was not a difficult task to accomplish.
"Idiot!" The robed figure screamed as he backed handed the guard holding Grim. "I cannot present myself to our mistress smelling like that miserable whore that bore you!"
"My Lord." Pleaded the first man in well-deserved panic... "If you allowed us to continue here without you... you could take a moment to correct our mistake."
"Make damn sure he is ready when I get back .” The priest warned with a scowl that would have done Maltacken himself proud.
Both men crossed their arms and bowed... releasing Grim in the process. He allowed himself to crumple to the floor where they would be forced to pick him back up. His plan was coming together nicely.
As the white robed figure shuffled down the hall toward what Grim could only guess was the dormitory, the two guards bent towards their interrupted task with a renewed and cruel vigor.
"Come on, you worthless sack of meat... Time to make you all pretty for your date with the Dark Lord's bitch." the bigger of the two said as he reached for GrimHolden.
"Watch yer mouth, Ruffy... If'n she ever hears ya speaking like that, yer be worse than dead."
"You ever let on that I was and I'll make damn sure you join me... Let's get him in his shower chains."
The two men each grabbed an arm and physically lifted the now seemingly unconscious captive to his feet. They each draped an arm over a shoulder and proceeded into the bath chamber. This was the moment Grim had been waiting for.
With a quickness that belayed his size, he tightened the massive and well-honed muscles of his arms while at the same time lifting his feet off the ground. He collapsed to a sitting position dragging the two gasping men down to the ground with him. They struggled but the pressure Grim had on their necks pinched off the flow of blood to their brains and within a few moments both men had passed out.
Grim held the pressure for a few moments longer to make sure they were well and truly out of it for the duration. When he was sure they would not be waking up anytime soon he released them and quickly tied their hands and feet using their own belts.
Next he had to secure his own escape. Looking around the room he saw the familiar barred window off to the right. The iron bars would normally be a deterrent
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