The constant bumping and jostling were giving Willow a stomach ache. She actually wished she could vomit, not only to relieve her stomach, but so that she could spoil the bishop’s blue robes. They made a brief stop in some town, just long enough for the men to take a piss. When Darius climbed back inside, he had two bottles of wine and a basket of food. The bishop observed that she had lowered the gag, but since she was keeping quiet, he didn’t force it back in.
“I’m glad to see that you have calmed down and come to your senses,” he said coldly. However, he didn’t offer her any food or drink. She watched him stuff sausages and rolls into his fat face. Crumbs fell out of his mouth onto his round stomach. He carelessly brushed them off. She watched him with a stone-faced expressi
