"You can't do it can you?" I admit taunting a man with a loaded pistol pointed at my head probably not the smartest move ever. Oshujon had the barrel of his weapon not an inch away from my forehead when he failed to kill me. He looked at me intensely, even with hatred, but he couldn't shoot. Something just wasn't letting him.
"I could kill you if I wanted to, so easily." His voice was ragged. Nothing was actually preventing him from killing me, no magic, no rune, nothing. I think it was his honor, for every other murder he could highlight something that enabled the killing, for me there was nothing. I hadn't done anything wrong to him, or his country, I just refused to help him, that's not a death sentence anywhere.
"But you can't, because its wrong." He pistol whipped me instead, and then ordered his guards to drag me away. I have to say the whipping hurt, but I at least knew Oshujon for all his changes couldn't bring himself to kill me. Which didn't mean he couldn't make things unpleasant. I was stripped naked and strung up (arms and legs). It was extremely uncomfortable, and not the least because my penis was flapping in the breeze (look I have simple needs, underwear is one of them). I wasn't tortured other than the stringing up. They would occasionally come by and throw water on me. It was odd. Like in my shameful past of torture against me this one has been the most weird.
Occaisionally Oshujon would show up to talk. Mostly he just monologued at me, long boring speeches about doing the right thing. Honestly that was the torture, gods damned does that man love to talk and never ever shut up. This went on for a week AN ENTIRE WEEK! I swear its not the longest time I've had to deal with something unpleasant, but this was definitely in the top 10 of most annoying! Eventually something changed, because of course it did that's my life, things suck and then they dont!
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