Author's POV
Back at Frederick's base camp
Frederick ran his fingers along his razor-sharp blade, finding joy at the sight of his own blood oozing.
He was inside his make-shift leather cabin brooding over something buried deep inside his mind.
The silence outside assured him that his men were fast asleep after their heavy drinking session at the end of the day.
" Those b*stards... " Frederick murmured, but he was happy they were not awake.
He was alone. All alone. Just the way he wanted to be.
He got rid of his clothes one by one, revealing his muscles, which were still very much in shape and firm.
He moved his tendons as if he was being sensualised.
The goosebumps on his body stood up in full attention.
A bulge appeared in his foot.
Then it gradually moved upwards, un
