It was one of those
Thursdays, one of those rainy Thursdays. You sit in your chair and watch
the time go by, waiting for the weekend. The rain gets on your nerves and
drains out all your energy. The last virgin has been sacrificed on Tuesday
and there will be no new supply until the rain stops, no torture scheduled
until Monday and even the raw hearts seem tasteless. Sometimes life is
hard for the followers of Khorne.
I sat in my favorite swivel chair made of bones and men hide, leaning
back hands behind my head and feet resting on the back of a slave. She
didn't cry out when I shifted my feet even so I bruised the still open
wounds of this morning's flogging, might be because she's really tough, or
she has real self control or because I had her tongue cut out recently.
I just wondered whether to finish of the reminder of the last heart or
starting a fresh one, when the door opened.
I didn't move, just watched the door and there she was: Blond hair,
tall, slim figure, rounded at just the right places clad in black leather,
just like a dream come true, but she had spelt trouble all over her. I bet
the tattoo maker had made a fortune on that.
"I've heard your a tough guy" she said with a hoarse whisper
that made the hair in my neck stand.
"Mmm Mmm" I managed to answer and made an immediate mental
note to get the money back from my rhetoric course.
"I need some Orc skulls for a special sacrifice."
"Mmm Mmm" I replied sticking with the plot that seemed to
"Best would be some of the archetype 7"
"Do you have a photograph ?"
"What's a photograph."
"I wouldn't know, it seemed just the right thing to say."
"Nevertheless, bring 200 skulls and I'm sure at least one of them
is a type 7. Can you go and get them ?"
" I'll get 20 fresh hearts and 5 virgin slaves a day plus
"Done, when will you start ?" she asked.
"As soon as the rain stops."
"Good" she said and raised both hands to heaven and
made the rain stop.