Pillage

In the year 408... A Roman frontier town at the Hispanic border...

Do you remember I  promised not to hand you over to my soldiers? I always keep my promises. So I have to do the job by myself... and be sure, I'll do it my own way...

The Vandal commander laughs and her beautiful eyes flash with cruel pleasure.

You are the last Roman aristocrat in this town and it's nice to watch you suffer an original Roman crucifixion. I remember so many of my people hanging this way on Roman crosses...

But her eyes seem to be filled with lust more than hatred. Once again the red hot tip of her spear touches the right thigh of the nude captive. Obviously the Roman woman isn't able to scream loudly any more. Her cracked voice hardly drowns the sizzling on her sweat-covered skin.

At the moment my soldiers are busy plundering your house and your neighbourhood. But if you should change your mind and decide to prefer their hands on your body instead of my spear, then please feel free to call for them. But do so loudly! And you shouldn't wait too long. When I'm through with you, they probably won't find much interest in your body any more...