louder than thunder chapter 5"Of course, that doesn't matter at all. You just stay here, thinking of a way to escape, and you'll all be dead in due time. It doesn't matter if any of us die. So long as you, you filthy mutated creatures, are exterminated like the rats you are." Amelia seemed to know that we had discovered the bomb, but didn't seem to think our odds of escaping were very high. At this point, Ravyn, who had been silently fuming behind me, could tolerate no more. She pushed me out of the way and started screaming at her."Oh, you poor dear. Your parents are killed, so you turn into a psychotic bitch who is hell bent on killing innocents like us? Like our friends? Is that what your parents would want? Do you think they would be proud, to see their daughter a cold, sadistic murderer?""Don't you fucking dare! Don't you fucking dare talk to me about that, you ungodly whore!" Amelia kicked out with her stiletto heeled shoes, Ravyn stumbling backwards as the heeled foot slammed into her throat. Cam shouted
louder than thunder chapter 4"The day they arrived, I was to sacrifice five hundred slaves for the good fortune of our warriors. I woke before dawn, and as my attendants bathed and dressed me I wondered whether the five hundred doomed ones were being sent to a meaningless death. The palefaced devils and their traitor army had carved a ruinous path through the empire, and the fact that they had managed to get as far into our territory at all was a testament to their prowess. I had heard tales of their staves that could spit flame and rip holes in the shields of our jaguar warriors. I heard of their great beasts of war that ran as fast as a deer and could trample men to death. I heard of the mysterious weapons that rained thunder upon our army and destroyed entire battalions. However, when they prisoners of war were brought under my knife I found that they were nothing more than cowardly dogs that hid behind metal plates for protection. Their real might came from the tribute kingdoms that had betrayed the glorious e
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