Bam!
Pa!
Punches and kicks flew freely at the blonde man hanging in the middle of the dark room with hands tied above the head and to the ceiling. Robes had been taken away, only leaving his pants.
Bam!
"How dare you organise a mob against his majesty?"
Bam!
"Stop smiling!"
Sylvester's smooth, spotless skin over the well-defined muscles and abs was now covered with red spots from all the welcoming attacks from four men standing around. They used sticks until they broke and punches until they got so tired that they stopped from all panting.
But Sylvester, hanging in the middle, merely laughed and asked. "Water."
Even the four men had gone so tired that they felt somewhat bad. So they gestured for one of them to go and bring some water in a wooden glass.
