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You walk towards the man, and, in a movement that few have mastered, you strike. The Hissing Viper, they call it. Your sword flies free from its sheath, and splits the bottle in half with a single movement. The farmer looks at the broken bottle in his hand, in complete disbelief, before you give him a sharp kick to the stomach. | You walk towards the man, and, in a movement that few have mastered, you strike. The Hissing Viper, they call it. Your sword flies free from its sheath, and splits the bottle in half with a single movement. The farmer looks at the broken bottle in his hand, in complete disbelief, before you give him a sharp kick to the stomach. | ||
| - | Another kick, and another, and another. He is still conscious, and mutters 'fuck you' every few seconds through broken teeth. Finally, his | + | Another kick, and another, and another. He is still conscious, and mutters 'fuck you' every few seconds through broken teeth. Finally, his wife steps in. |
| - | ' | + | 'Husband!' she yells, and grabs your leg. 'Please, stop! Don't do this to him! Please!' |
| - | Your eyes glint, and you think of a far more suitable punishment | + | Your eyes glint, and you think of a far more suitable punishment. |
| - | *[[Rape | + | *[[Rape Sansa, the farmer's wife]] |
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*[[Have your guards rape Sansa]] | *[[Have your guards rape Sansa]] | ||
[[Category: The Kingdom]] | [[Category: The Kingdom]] | ||
Current revision as of 18:37, 30 August 2014
You walk towards the man, and, in a movement that few have mastered, you strike. The Hissing Viper, they call it. Your sword flies free from its sheath, and splits the bottle in half with a single movement. The farmer looks at the broken bottle in his hand, in complete disbelief, before you give him a sharp kick to the stomach.
Another kick, and another, and another. He is still conscious, and mutters 'fuck you' every few seconds through broken teeth. Finally, his wife steps in.
'Husband!' she yells, and grabs your leg. 'Please, stop! Don't do this to him! Please!'
Your eyes glint, and you think of a far more suitable punishment.
