#220471 - They both entered a church that was barely standing with its walls ashen with remnants of a fire the few pews that where left were filled with captured Turks bound up like stuffed pigs and even some of the men that were part of the company Count Rothschild controlled were bound like prisoners. If any would look up she would pull out a large club studded with small iron balls she carried and beat the slave to death with a smile and giggling as the body twitches and is gurgling for mercy. Count Rothschild wiped the spit off his face with his elongated tongue stretching up and grabbing all of it up then spitting it back at the Turk.
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