Chapter 31

The Windblown men were all tied in the chair. Their faces were battered and bruised.

Auron and the pub owner watched these guys as they sat unconscious. They were accompanied by a few men who helped to tie them up.

Auron nodded to one of them as a signal to start.

Splash!

The Windblown soldiers were woken up by a sudden splash of dirty water on their faces.

"What the fuck! What the fuck are you doing?" The arrogant Windblown still have his self entitled behavior as he lash out to their captors.

Auron approached them and looking at their faces one by one.

"You know, I'm curious. Does your balls got so big that when you hold a sword, you think you own the world?"

"You see, I've heard so much about your group but all I hear are your bad reputation. It seems you are just a bandit group in an armor."

"Hehehe, what do you know? We are two thousand strong men. We can easily hunt you down if we want to. So I suggest removing me from my restraint before I bring more of our men here." The man in the front sneered.

"You're stupid, are you? You're making threats to us that leaves us no way out. So either we let go of you or not, you're gonna kill us? Then what do you think we will do?" Auron asked amused.

The man didn't answer. He just spat on the floor eyeing Auron and the rest with disdain.

"What's your name?"

"Dick.. Dick Straw."

"Pffff..Hahahahahahahahahahahah."

"So your dick is as thin as a straw hence you were named after it, hahahahaha that's so funny. I can't.. I can't even, hahahahaha."

Auron couldn't stop himself laughing. He can't help but sit on the ground laughing his ass off.

"Your parents must've hated you. Hahahahahaha."

"When you came out of your mother's womb, they must've thought you were a girl cause you have dick as thin as hair that when it slouch down, it formed a line mistaking it for a pussy. Hahahahahaha."

The crowd burst into laughter. Even his companion Windblown soldiers couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

A/N: Not making that up, there's really a Dick Straw member in Windblown.

After Auron calmed down, wiping the tears in his eyes from laughter. He avoided Dick who was barking insults and frustration from getting roasted. He let him eat a wet cloth to shut him up. Auron have him placed at the back and pull another at the front.

This time, it was the Windblown harasser.

"What's your name? Don't even think about spouting a shitty name or I'll gut you right here, right now."

"I'm not like that pussy, they call me Webber."

"Wew, thank gods. You Windblowns are really getting into my nerves, huh. First, you offended an old friend of mine from Braavos killing his son! Then you harrassing my woman. Last but not the least, you pour ale over my head. Is there anything el---"

Auron was interrupted when a man burst inside the pub panting. He's a farmer and when he learned from his friend who came from the pub earlier that they held a Windblown captive, he immediately came. His chance for revenge was within his reach.

Auron frowned by the sudden interruption.

"Master Storyteller, can you let me kill them?"

"What? Why?"

"I want to seek justice for my daughter. They raped my nine year old daughter in my own house. Please... Please.. Let me kill them. They made her sing while taking turns." The farmer burst into tears.

Auron clenched his fist tightly upon learning such tragedy. The atmosphere around him gradually changed from being carefree to full rage.

Auron didn't answer the farmer. Instead he turned to the crowd and asked, "Are they all really like this? The Windblown?"

The pub owner and the rest of the crowd nodded.

Auron walked closer to Webber and asked with expressionless face.

"Why'd you have to do that? To a child? You could've done it with a whore, why does it have to be a child?"

"Hehehehe, cause I enjoy her struggle and helplessness when I fuck her. Her cry beneath me brings music to my ears. It excites me." Webber said trying to remember the feeling.

Auron didn't say anything. He just stared at them with a calm face. As if he's studying a specimen in a lab that is going to be disected.

"I'm gonna enjoy breaking you."

He then turned to the farmer and said, "Grab a seat and sit down. Death would be too easy for the likes of them."

The farmer nodded and did what he is told.

Auron's eyes changed when he look back at his captives. The looked he gave at Webber and his group was with a sense of pity.

"I will torture each and everyone of you here so that you can learn how it is to be helpless."

Webber's eyes constricted and he started to panic. Those eyes, the way the Storyteller looked at them was like a man pitying for a cow that is about to be slaughtered.

Even the surrounding pentoshi crowd shivered when they heard it from the Storyteller that they revered.

"When I squeeze your lungs and you beg me for life, you will learn that death is a relief than the struggle."

Auron began to form a tear at the corner of his eyes while still looking at them with same pitying eyes. He was like a psychopath that terrified Webber and his men.

"When I cut your tongue and you can't even speak, I'll cut your dicks and shove them into your mouths so you'll know what struggle feels like when you lack air to breathe."

"When you are paralyzed from your waist down cause I destroyed your legs, then we will gather around your body and bury you alive."

Webber was so terrified that a foul smell began to spread in hos crotch soiling his pants.

"I will start with your nails..."

Auron took a dagger, grabbed Webber's hand to stop it from shaking, then he pulled out his nails.

"Noooooooooooo! Please please it hurts! I'll talk! Whatever you want, I'll talk.. Please I beg you." Webber started to cry.

"At first, I wanted to learn the location where you fools are camped. But when I learned that you raped a child, I changed my mind. I realized I don't need anything from you. I just wanted to let you experience what hell feels like..Now what finger are we?"

"No no no... I will speak, I will speakkkk, why won't you fucking let me speak, huhuhuh.."

Auron ignored him and continued to carve out the next nail.

"Aaaaaaaaarghhhhhhhhh, just let me die! Please let me die!"

One of the pentoshi men couldn't resist anymore and started to retch.

"Next is the eyeball of your companion, I'll make sure you chew them up, okay?" Auron gave a sinister smile at Webber.

"Noo no! I'll talk now! I'll talk now! We are camped east of Pentos, 130 miles from here hidden behind a hill. Please kill me, please!" Webber sob begging for death.

"I appreciate that but that's not the reason why I'm torturing you. Hehehe you made a move on a child, that's enough reason to cut into pieces. Plus, your group of cutthroats annoys me so much."

Auron stood up and said to the people around, "You can leave if you can't take it anymore."

A lot of people stood up and left the pub, still terrified at what they witnessed while the farmer stayed. Then they heard howls of pain inside the pub begging to die.

It lasted for an hour before it turned quiet once more.

Auron came out followed by the shivering pub owner and the farmer. For some reason, Auron became their temporary de facto leader asking instructions with respect.

"What are we going to do with the bodies?"

"Bury them or Burn them, I don't even care. You can even throw them out to the sea for all I care. But I'm still not satisfied."

Auron said as he started to leave.

"Where are you going, lad?"

"Since all of the Windblown are like that, I don't think they need to exist."

All of the people outside the pub shivered when they heard him. In their minds, the Storyteller is a madman. A lunatic who wants to fight a whole two thousand strong army alone. It was simply impossible. He didn't even personally know the farmer or the little girl who was raped. For them, Auron was simply sending himself to death and they were so conflicted about it.

But for Auron, it wasn't because of the so called justice or being heroic. He doesn't even care about the iron throne much less for glory. He just wanted to do what he wants and because the Windblown has already ruffled his feathers. The reasons stacked up until Auron snapped. He already made an enemy out of them so instead of being on the run being hunted by a group of sellsword, might as well bring the fight to them.

"Can someone lend me a horse? I can pay." Auron asked the people.

When nobody is stepping forward and he was about to leave on foot, the farmer spoke up.

"I have a mule that I brought with me hurrying to this place. You don't need to pay. It's the least I can do to thank you for bringing justice for my daughter."

Auron nodded and he followed the man towards the stables.

"Here, please take care of her."

"I will."

Auron mounted the mule, riding it towards the sunrise gate heading out east of Pentos.