บท 365: Pirate Assassins

As it happens, that is when I met the assassins.

Two of them tackled Madonna, smothering her with some manner of scented rag. Even as they dragged her out into the hallway, a third came into the room.

She bore a flanged mace with a dagger welded to the butt end. Her bosom was the size one normally sees in houses with colored lanterns on them, and she moved like a dancer. Her skin tone and bloodlines were those of the Neonen.

She worked quickly, stuffing an entire pillow into my mouth. It was straw, I swallowed it.

"Jorge" she hissed. "It doesn't take two grown men to subdue one child."

"Gyah! She bites!" screamed one of the men.

By then, she had folded a blanket, and was trying to muffle me with that.

"You need to know why this is happening, bastard." she whispered in Neonese. "Your sex cult ruined my sister, and their wives."