8 The End is the beginning of the end (2/2)

Three counts of Unauthorized Political Satire

Six counts of Blasphemy

One count of Inciting Public Unrest

Performing in Public without a License

Eight counts of Publicly promoting Unlawful and Lecherous Practices

Two counts of Blackmailing a Church Official

Two counts of Directing an establishment of Ill Repute

Six counts of Prostitution involving Unholy and Degrading Acts

Enticing Citizens into conduct of a Wanton and Depraved nature

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The grainy taste of the sand in my mouth woke me up and I was greeted by the an ugly mug I have seen once too many time, but nonetheless it was welcoming ugly mug.

The man before me held up and chain that is connected to the shackle on my left wrist. He spoke in a grumpily tone but there were hint of glad in his voice.

”Bastards dumped near three dozen of us off that ship. You and me, we're all that survived the swim. Never was much difference between slaves and the death sentence.

Once I catch my breath here we'll take a look around. See what this place has on offer. Thought I saw smoke at those ruins up the beach. Could be worth checking if there's-!!!”

Just as my fellow slave begin to talk, his head immediately set ablaze like a match in the darkness. I puked out the sea water as my sense begin to dull and before I blackout, I saw a woman walk toward me and spoke.

”This one'll do.”