Lion Head Mesa lacrimosus

ramesses said nothing as the roman spoke his cold indignation.
his gaze existed now only for the torn flesh at maggie's scalp. he swallowed, fearing that his own lacerations might be so deep. so ruinous.
the bitch should die for that in itself, let alone what she had done to his harlot. 
the soldier departed. pharaoh let himself inch closer, reaching to touch her but halting at the last with a vague disgust.
and still ramesses remained, long after germanicus had gone off, staring, staring, staring at the destroyed features of the sharp little woman who had given him many sorts of pleasure, not all of the flesh.
and rage began to fill him.