Creative Writing: Arwe's Cages

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“Enjoy your last meals boys!” Shouted the large Arab as he smacked the slave, unfortunate enough to be serving in the belly of the Colosseum that day. His massive hands shook the bars of the prisoner’s cage, intimidating many of the men held captive inside. “You’ll be dead and burning on the pyre as I feast and fuck this night.” The current prized gladiator climbed the bars and thrust his hand through, gripping one of the larger men about his throat, “Will you be the first to fall to my sword,” He laughed as he shoved the man away and pointed to the one who sat in the corner of the cell. His head was down, elbows pressed to his knees, and although there was a crust of bread still in his hand, he had not eaten it, nor had any of the other prisoners yet deemed it fit to take it from him. “No, it will be you. HEY! LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!!!” …show more content…

He didn’t. Not while he sighed and slowly rose for the corner and paced towards the man, appearing weighted and tired as he shifted so close the man could almost reach him. He tilted his head and flicked his eyes to pierce into the Arabs face. One sea green, the other gold as the shifting sands of the desert Arwen had been taken

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