Lesser Forms of Filth

The not dock worker came down shortly after his boss had left.  He too was dressed in red (the Red Hand were anything if not uniform, hilariously it also made finding former Red Hand people really easy, just check their closet!).  He had a bucket and the roughest rag that was ever constructed by man.  Agonizingly he scrubbed me up and down , it felt like this was supposed to be a part of the torture as opposed to just some cleaning before the torture (I guess his master didn't want to get his hands dirty).  I tried not to cry out in pain, but when he was scrubbing my genitals I couldn't keep my yelp in.  He smiled at my scream so I did what I had left and peed on him.

"That wasn't very nice."

"Neither was your cleaning job I figured I'd express my disproval." He hit me in the crotch and I cried out again in pain.

"And now you know my disproval."

"I just want you to know when I kill you, it won't be slow, but it'll really really suck."

"Right Lorentino I'm so scared." He should have been, he dies horribly oops spoilers!  I'm just saying when I tell someone that in the end they'll beg for their death, well they should listen! Now I was wrong, I personally did not kill him, but he did die horribly! So it was a mostly true statement, also known as most of what I say!  I always hate the lesser forms of filth that people in power employ, because they value themselves above where their station in life says they are.  They should be glad they aren't being scraped off a shoe and leave it at that. But no, they have to always try and reach above their place and in that they die terribly for the effort. Also known as the circle of schmuck, I just made that up, its mine you can't have that!