I lost track of how long I'd been chained to the wall in my own dungeon. I kept thinking of the battle waged against Othello's troops, and blamed myself for not sending out surveillance to determine the number we'd be up against. Initially we only saw a thousand, and I thought for sure we'd have an easy win. But instead we were crushed, utterly overwhelmed. Now I could nothing to stop the rapes of my wife and daughter.

The heavy walls of the dungeon kept me from hearing what was happening upstairs, but then I heard the metal latch on the weighted door being unlocked. My eyes widened when I saw Othello herself stroll in with a well-muscled, tallish, short-haired blonde woman who looked like she would break me in half if I crossed her. The leader of this siege scowled at me with a look that could kill. Without warning she delivered ten hard slaps to my face. I took the blows without a flinch, determined not to appease her harshness. "I am a woman scorned Leo!" I knew why. She threw herself at me, hoping to be my lover, but I was already a married man. But Othello is a person who gets what she wants when she wants it. And she was going to take it, if it means destroying my family to get it. "I could've killed you on the battlefield Leo, but I longed to have you in the position you're in, helpless and in fear of your life!"

"But!" She grabbed me by the balls and twisted. "I didn't give you permission to speak, slave!" She stressed the word 'slave', to emphasize the point I was no longer king. "I don't want to hear any more whining about your wife, son or daughter. Your wife and daughter are still being passed from one troop to another, and we might still cut your son's dick off!" Othello could see the seething look in my eyes, while she laughed sarcastically.

"This," She indicated with a pointed finger is my henchwoman, Brienne. Her specialty is breaking strong men down to sniveling wimps." I looked at this strong looking female with a plain looking face and high cheek bones. "I'm going back upstairs to check on your wife and daughter. By the way, I plan on sending your bitchy daughter to a whorehouse; your wife might join her."

When Othello left the dungeon, Brienne picked up a dagger, and pointed the blade toward my right nipple. I grimaced when she pointed the sharp end and pushed slowly around the edge of my nub. "You don't really need this do you? The end was so sharp it cut the nipple off my chest, while blood gushed out and down my body. But I was determined not to cry out. When she repeated the process on my other nipple I again remained stoic. Then Othello reopened the door of the dungeon. She looked daggers at Brienne. "I want him screaming and begging or mercy. Of course you're not to give him any."

'Yes Your Grace!"