Randall shook his head desperately. Wanting to plead, beg to go home. Rail that he didn’t deserve to be in some stinking dungeon. He was, afterall, the Lord Demetrius.
“You’ll soon learn.” That voice said ominously. Echoing through the stone room.
Randy heard rocks scraping behind him, as someone shuffled to stand where he couldn’t see them.
There was more shuffling before him and from a single beam of light coming in from a window high above him, he saw a giant, pale man stepping over one of the chains shackling his wrist and positioning before him. He couldn’t crane his head back enough to see anything above the stranger’s abdomen. A serpent like cock, perilously close to his face, drooped in a limp arch before him as the man reached for the strap holding the apple in his mouth.
His movements making Randy highly uncomfortable. He tugged more violently against the chains.