Steamy Dreams
The gladiator paused, seemed to think it over.
"Please, Sir. Please! I'm human just like you, please don't...don't do this... don't cut off my balls. Please!" Inarius begged. He couldn't believe this was happening. A week ago, he was the aide to a powerful senator in the Imperium capital, privy to the secrets of powerful government officials. Now he felt like less than a fly's larva.
The rebel leader gave Anaria a meaningful look. "If your dear father wants to join us for a dip in the creek, I suppose one final bath before he gets castrated is a worthy last request. I'll allow it."