The razor sharp edge severed the fine cloth effortlessly, and tracing her breastbone down with the smooth edge I parted the wrappings and revealed her charms. “Some cheap wine for my whore, if you please” I ordered
“You have a whore?” the Bar Keeper enquired. Xxnx I say forced. I went straight to the Bierhaus. I regretted that I could not keep her and that the guards must soon come looking for me. I pulled my dagger from its sheath, “Really?” I asked. “Really, well we shall see about that,” I answered. I took my knife and showed her the razor sharp blade once again, “Now do not say you would rather die or I may well acceed to your wish and slit your throat, now hold still.”
I sawed through the ruffs at her wrists and slashed the bindings on her fine boots before pulling boots and
