Sick as a dog.

Sick as a dog.

Postby Giarc Conry » Sun Mar 09, 2003 4:58 pm

Giarc squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. He held his arm tight across his abdomen as if he were protecting it. His stomach churned in pain. The cramps felt like his guts were yarn on a loom; the wheels spinning and twisting his entrails into knots of frayed yarn. He screamed a curse, damning whoever had done this to him.

He was sure that it was one of the guards who had put something in his food. Giarc just knew that one of those bastards had a bet on that half-orc pile of filth and therefore drugged Giarc’s food so that he wouldn’t be able to fight to his full ability. Unfortunately, he got so sick that he wasn't able to fight at all. He had been sick for a week straight, the cramping refusing to relent, even in his sleep.

He would get even.

He was getting better; he knew that. It wasn’t as bad as it was the first few days. In the beginning, he couldn’t keep anything down. He was like a living fountain in the garden of the Dark Saint; liquid and chunks – though mostly liquid – poured from his mouth, nose, and ass. It only took a few days for his vomiting to pass. But his stomach refused to stop dribbling down his legs.

With every passing day of sickness, Giarc grew more furious with his captors and sure of their guilt in his poisoning. His watery bowels had hardened over the days, but not to its natural consistency. The few days before the fight, as his production thickened, he had taken to grabbing handfuls of his filth, hurling it at the bars in hopes of splattering the bastard who had made him miss the fight.

Although this behavior resulted in five, suited guards in his cell, kicking him in his already pained torso, he always refused to go down without a fight. He hit, kicked, scratched, bit. He would get that son of a one-eyed, cheek-spreading whore. That bastard would hurt before Giarc was dead; he guaranteed that. Plus, Giarc was certain that he was too valuable to Rufus to be killed. He could get away with it.

Because of this...Giarc decided that the next time the guards decided to come into his cell to kick him like a dog, he’d be ready.

He’d be ready.
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