15
FERRAZ
A gentle tap on Ferraz’s cell door and Mikaz entered. Ferraz sat up in bed, alarmed. They had not agreed to go out that night.
“Ferraz, I must see him. I have to say goodbye,” Mikaz whispered.
“It is not wise, Mikaz.”
Mikaz sniffled, then his breath snagged and Ferraz knew that before long the sobs would start. Mikaz had been sobbing for three days, since Slim Stavaz was taken away. The love of Mikaz’s life was in the marketplace suffering the slow, horrific death of an unsatisfactory pleasure giver. The warrior Lizya had reported Stav as failing to pleasure her at the deflowering ceremony so Stav’s c**k had been cut off, stuffed in his mouth and a stake had been rammed up his anus.
Just as a fresh bout of sobs gurgled up from the old PG’s chest, Ferraz said, “We can go
