Marcus sniveled as he was led down the hold of the galley slave ship. The stench alone made him retch. As he was chained into position his Roman captor sneered, "Where's your precious God now?"
As Marcus slumped over in despair he felt the sharp crack of the whip.
"I'm the only god here, Christian. You exist only to serve me. Disobey and you'll feel my wrath!"
Later, the ship sunk in battle, the chained slaves drowning. No record was made of who the slaves were - or who they could have been.
As Marcus slumped over in despair he felt the sharp crack of the whip.
"I'm the only god here, Christian. You exist only to serve me. Disobey and you'll feel my wrath!"
Later, the ship sunk in battle, the chained slaves drowning. No record was made of who the slaves were - or who they could have been.
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