Thursday, May 24, 2012

Letter Eighteen: The pillage.


My Dove,

            I am not supposed to speak of my consultations with the General, but I will tell you if you reveal this to no one. We just raped and pillaged a town. It was the most exhilarating rush I have felt in ages! As my wooden foot pounded on the cobblestone I felt the blood coursing within me. All the illogical violence, the smashing of windows, the setting of fires, the stabbing of men and beheading of criminals made me feel alive again. I believe this sets us in the lead for this war, my darling; which means I will return home to you soon. By the way, that bearded woman you sent me is quite frightening. I had grown erect with your scent upon the parchment and by the end my member had retreated within me. Please do send me another portrait of your sweet face—perhaps one of the two of us together? I would enjoy that.

Love, your blood-shedding manly-king,

Bentley

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