Two Eyes Cenote wheel & sling

"that is the purview of your hebsut," khusobek replied almost warmly, before he struck machiavelli, and harder this time, for the simple pleasure of doing it.

the man's further attempts to wedge his words beneath the name of the crocodile's wife annoyed khusobek, but he kept a vague smiling expression as he gazed down into the bruised face.

"it seems you are not grateful for the protection of even these cells. perhaps we will start with that."

breaking a man was always enjoyable for it was always different, and machiavelli offered himself as a challenge. khusobek stood. "remember that you are held here for attempted murder. dwell upon this."

a murmur to a beckoned servant: no meals for three days entire, and khusobek would bring the next water himself: in many hours. he sent the fellahin to inform @Eset of machiavelli's defiance and ugly words.

shadows swallowed half the man's profile, coldwater eyes turning toward the entryway where he would remain on guard until another relieved him of the duty for a time.