Story Part 29 (Patreon)

Grulba nodded, and grabbed Miri by the hair, pulling her forward onto all fours. Grulba knelt down beside her, keeping hold of her hair, and wound the sword up for a swing.

SMACK! The flat of the blade slapped resoundingly against the half-elf’s thick backside. SMACK! SMACK! Grulba was merciless, eliciting small moans from the chastised prisoner. SMACK! SMACK! Small rivulets of tears made streaks through the caked swamp mud that covered her face, as her backside turned red and bruised. After a few minutes of continued torture and listening to Miri’s sobs, Grulba looked up at the jarl, who nodded to continue. Yet, even she was beginning to feel discomfort with the beating the chubby half-elf was taking.

“You can end this at any time, prisoner, just tell us the nature of your mission.” But she answered with only silence.