Saturday, June 14, 2008

Drabble: Dirty Job

Dirty Job

She looks down at the beast from Zorah, and it’s all she can do to turn away and hide the look of pain and disgust on her face.

I have no choice.

He grins stupidly as she services him. It makes her sick. Did he grinned so when he drove the jawbone through her brother’s heart? Probably.

When he’s finally done, he sends her away for more wine. She walks slowly, reluctant to return. At least it would soon be over. For he’d let slip – she knew the secret of his strength.

Maybe she’ll keep his hair as a trophy.

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