Chapter 36: Let’s plant seeds...
Chapter 36: Let's plant seeds...
This room stank of whale oil, and seawater, with a slight add of piss, but even that couldn’t hide the overwhelming stench of alcohol on the two soldiers before him.
One was short, with a stubby nose and missing teeth, here and there. The other stood taller, leaner, his face sharper and meaner, like he’d stabbed men for sport.
They had walked in like they’d done this a thousand times.
The tall one scanned the table beside Oliver and picked up a small knife. Its blade was thin, notched with tiny ridges that shimmered oddly in the low light.
A torture tool.
One Oliver recognized from a church document in his past life. What fid they call them again? The Church of Light’s infamous "blood-lacerators."
A knife was designed not to cut flesh but to scar bloodlines.
“Every cut, for every penny lost,” the tall one sneered.
Oliver cursed in his heart, yanking against the restraints holding him upside down. But it was useless. The ropes dug into his ankles, biting deeper with every twitch.
As the blade neared, a spark lit in Oliver’s head. He gasped out, “Wait... wait... wait. You don’t need to do this.”
His voice made the short one hesitate.