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 No.6324

Hi! First time poster, please be kind! Also any feed back is appreciated.

 No.6325

Honor Among Thieves

Hidden in the back of an alley behind some boxes the thief sat her back against the wall panting for air. She had run half way across the city using ever secret and dark passage she knew just in case she was followed. Reaching into her coat she pulled out a small shiny object. She let out a giggle of glee as she looked at her prize. The Thief Lord’s signet ring, encrusted with diamonds and pure gold she would be able to sell it for enough money to last a lifetime. She still couldn’t believe how easy it had been. After spending weeks planning she managed to sneak in and steal it right off his night stand while he was sleeping.

“Heh” she said to herself. “Thief lord my ass”

Flipping the ring into the air she caught it and shoved it back into her pocket. She made her way out of the alley way into the busy street. It was the perfect place to lose a tail in. Not that she thought she was being followed, but you can never be too careful.

Just need to get out of the city and I’m home free! She thought to herself.

	
Pushing her way into the crowded street she did her best to blend in with the mass of people. She oriented herself to the nearest city gate and made her way forward. Continuing to maneuver through the cloud she was deep in thought on how she would spend all her money. Wine? Men? Women? She wasn’t picky, although soon she could afford to be. Laughing to herself as she smiled. Just a few more minutes and she would be-

“Ooof” She gasped.

	
The air was suddenly knocked out of her body. She almost doubled over in pain, clutching her stomach, she cursed under her breath. Someone must have elbowed her in the crowd. She raised her fist angrily ready to shake it at the culprit when she realized it was covered in red.

“What the fuck?” She said to herself.

	
She all the sudden noticed a wetness spreading down her waist. She looked down to her clothes soaking in blood. It dawned on her suddenly.

Oh god… I’ve been stabbed…

	
Panic overwhelmed her as she held her hand over the wound trying to stop the bleeding. Her mind started racing.

Who did this? What’s going on? I have to get away, I hav-

	
She was stabbed again, this time in the upper back. She was aware as the knife slid violently in and out of her causing her to gasp out in pain. She spun around trying to see the bastard when she felt another knife enter her ass.

“FUCK” She growled, feeling the knife slide free. “WHO THE FUCK STABS SOMONE IN THE ASS!”

	
As if to answer she felt someone stab her again on the other cheek. She spun quickly but was confronted with the faceless crowed again, no knife wielder in sight. Another knife, this time in her left thigh, before her assailant could pull away she quickly swung her fist at them, catching their arm causing them to retract leaving the knife imbedded into her leg. Before she could catch a look at their face, she was stabbed in the lower back. She kicked back, catching a part of them but not hard enough to cause any damage.
	
She was bleeding pretty bad now, her dark clothes now glistening red. Blood was now trickling out her mouth, one of her lungs was punctured making it hard to breath. Suddenly she felt another knife lodge deep into her right back shoulder getting stuck. She reached back to grab it when a cloaked man stepped in front of her. A glint metal flashed from under his cloak stabbing deep into her stomach again and again. Biting through the pain, she ripped the knife out of her shoulder and sung at the man, slicing though the cloak but missing him as he jumped back, melding into the crowed once more.
	
She couldn’t take anymore, she had to get away from the crowed before she was torn to pieces. Making a break for it, she shoved her way to the nearest alleyway void of people. She felt several more cuts on her arms and back before breaking through the crowd into the alley. Looking behind her she didn’t see anyone following. She went deep, twisting and turning until even she was lost in the maze of back alleys and narrow streets.

Finally thinking she was safe she leaned against the wall to help keep herself upright. Her body was a mess, strands of Intestine were poking through the holes in her stomach looping around her waist like a grotesque fashion belt. Her chest didn’t fare much better, her previously perky breasts where now covered in blood skewered from multiple stab wounds. Even her ass wasn’t spared, although unable to see she knew someone had taken great pleasure in stabbing her there as many times as they could.
She pulled the ring out of her pocket, the damn thing had brought her all this misery. Her eyes widened in horror as she started at the ring.

“No…” She said to herself.

The previously gold ring was now a dull greyish color. Someone had stolen the ring and replaced with an cheap knockoff. She threw the fake ring as hard as she could still manage, the clinking sound reverberating between the alley walls.

“DAMNIT” She screamed. This can’t be happening! I don’t deserve Thi-

Before she could finish the thought she felt the cold hard steel of a knife at her throat. She tensed up not daring to move.

“Please… No…” She begged.

“Don’t you think it’s a little late for begging thief?” The man said.

	
He spun her around only to find the Thief Lord himself staring at her face. His smiled chilled her to the bone.

I’m going to die! He’s going to kill me! She thought as fear paralyzed her body.

	
Grabbing her by the neck he pushed her against the wall, his fingers gripping her hard enough to cut off part of her airway, but not enough stop her breathing. Raising the knife, she could see the signet ring on his finger staring her in the face, mocking her failure. The knife was above her now, she closed her eyes awaiting the end of her left.
*Swish*
	
Instead of pain she felt air brush against her chest. She opened her eyes to find that he had sliced away her shirt leaving her bare chested. She was momentarily puzzled when she suddenly fell the knife enter her pants, her eyes going wide as he ripped the knife forward, slicing through her belt causing her pants to fall around her ankles.
Oh god… He’s going to rape me… She realized.
	
She closed her eyes again, wanted to get it over with as soon as possible when she abruptly gasped in pain as he slid the knife straight into her cunt. Her face twisted in horror from the unexpected defilement of her. She tried desperately to peal his fingers off of her neck but the blood lost had sapped her strength. Slowly he starting to pull the knife out, then thrusting it back in repeating the action over and over. Her mouth continued to widen horror with each stroke as she could feel him violating her with the knife.
	
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, he slammed the blade as deep as he could into her. Penetrating her with the full length of knife. Blood was now pouring out of her ruined parts soaking into her pants. Slowly he slid the knife out of her, she moaned as she felt ever inch blade leave her. He looked into her eyes again, tears were streaming down her faces as she glanced pleadingly at him to stop. Instead he just smiled again positioning the knife just under her belly button.
“Please…” She managed the whimper out before gasping once again to the knife penetrating her.
	
Slowly he slid the knife deep into her abdomen. Her face contorted in pain as he slid the knife slowly up gutting her like a fish. As he reached the middle of her stomach her guts started to migrate their way south out of the enlarging hole in her. The odd sensation of her slowly being emptied made her shudder as more and more of her organs made their way out of her body, landing on the ground with a sickening plop. The pain was so excruciating it fell like it was going to consume her. After what felt like an eternity his knife finally bumped up against the bottom of her rib cage.
	
As he let go of her neck she found that she no longer had the strength to stand. She fell forward onto her knees, her would in a daze as she tried to comprehend the last few hours of her life. The blood lost adding an almost surreal effect, making her feel light headed. The Thief lord walked behind her grabbing her by the hair pulling back and exposing her neck. Before she could even react he drug his knife deeply across her throat. She tried to say something but instead all the came out was a gargle as the precious remainder of her life blood poured down her chest. She weakly tried to hold her neck desperately trying to quell river of blood that slipped between her fingers. Her body unable to support her weight fell forward
	
As she hit the ground she could feel the remnants of her blood pooling around her. Her body was sluggish and weak now, barely able to move. She tried to pull herself forward but her limbs refused to obey. She slowly looked up as her vision was fading to see the Thief Lord walk away. As her body began to shut down the sound of her heart filled was all she could focus on.
Thump Thump
This it isn’t it?
Thump Thump
This is how I die
Thump
The last thing she heard was the Thief Lords laugh as he stepped out of view.
And then nothing

 No.6330

Well, certainly a set example. Don't mess with the thief lord!

On the other hand, quite a waste of potential. She was a good thief.

But then again, maybe he liked doing it and only waited for a just opportunity.

That's the downside of being a lord, it's beneath you to just murder random girls on the street.

Which makes me wonder, why he then became lord of thieves, wouldn't he have made a much better assassin?

Which brings us right to the interesting question of "what exactly happened to the *previous* lord of thieves". ( My guess: hard to detect poison ;) )

And that again leads us to our thief girls biggest mistake. She took the ring, but didn't kill his current owner. Had she done that, she'd now be queen.

Fool :) Serves her right! Learn the rules of the game before you play it ;)

 No.6333

A really enjoyable story, really liked it. If there was any feedback I could give it would probably be that you could made her reactions somewhat more dramatic, but as said, enjoyed it very much and would love to read more. ^^

 No.6336

Hmmmm Maybe we can have a part two Prequel :D

Also thanks for the feedback, never really done this before so knowing when i might be going to far is good to know!

 No.6337

Both a prequel or even sequel (like a friend finding the thieve's body or so and swearing revenge) could be quite fun. =)

Also, don't worry about going too far. On the contrary, the more dramatic or twisted, the more fun usually. At least for me personally. ^^

 No.6388

I'm testing something her before i post the second part.

Hello


More Hello


Slanted Hellos Normal Hellos


Bold Hellos

 No.6389

Well its finally here, part two!
Its got a bit of story setting up parts three and four but theres some nice combat gore in it if your into that sorta thing :D
I reformatted and fixed the errors in part one as well, Enjoy!


Honor Among Thieves



Part One – A Thief’s End



Hidden in the back of an alley behind some boxes the thief sat her back against the wall panting for air. She had run half way across the city using every secret and dark passage only she knew just in case she was followed. Reaching into her coat she pulled out a small shiny object. She let out a giggle of glee as she looked at her prize, The Thief Lord’s signet ring. It was encrusted with diamonds and pure gold, the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and soon she would be able to sell it for enough money to last a lifetime. She still couldn’t believe how easy it had been. After spending weeks planning she managed to sneak in and steal it right off his night stand while he was sleeping.

“Heh” she said to herself. “Thief lord my ass”

Flipping the ring into the air, she caught it and shoved it back into her pocket. She made her way out of the alley way into the busy street. It was the perfect place to lose a tail in. Not that she thought she was being followed, but you could never be too careful.

Just need to get out of the city and I’m home free! She thought to herself.

	
Pushing her way into the crowded street she did her best to blend in with the mass of people. She oriented herself to the nearest city gate and made her way forward. Continuing to maneuver through the cloud she was deep in thought on how she would spend all her money. Wine? Men? Women? She wasn’t picky, although soon she could afford to be. Laughing to herself as she smiled. Just a few more minutes and she would be-

“Ooof” She gasped.

	
The air was suddenly knocked out of her body. Almost doubling over in pain she clutched her stomach cursing under her breath. Someone must have elbowed her in the crowd. She raised her fist angrily ready to shake it at the culprit when she realized it was covered in red.

“What the fuck?” She said to herself.

	
She all the sudden noticed a wetness rapidly spreading down her waist. She looked down to her clothes soaking in blood. It dawned on her suddenly.

Oh god… I’ve been stabbed…

	
Panic overwhelmed her as she held her hand over the wound trying to stop the bleeding. Her mind started racing.


Who did this? What’s going on? I have to get away, they know I have it, I have t-

	
She was stabbed again, this time in the upper back. She was aware as the knife slid violently in and out of her causing her to gasp out in pain. She spun around trying to see the bastard when she felt another knife enter her ass.

“FUCK” She growled, feeling the knife slide free. “WHO THE FUCK STABS SOMONE IN THE ASS!”

	
As if to answer she felt someone stab her again on the other cheek. She spun quickly but was confronted with the faceless crowed again, no knife wielder in sight. Another knife, this time in her left thigh, before her assailant could pull away she quickly swung her fist at them, catching their arm causing them to retract leaving the knife embedded into her leg. Before she could catch a look at their face, she was stabbed again this time in the lower back. She kicked back, catching a part of them but not hard enough to cause any damage.

	
She was bleeding pretty bad now, her dark clothes now glistening red. Blood was now trickling out her mouth, one of her lungs was punctured making it hard to breath. Suddenly she felt another knife lodge deep into her right back shoulder getting stuck. She reached back to grab it when a cloaked man stepped in front of her. A glint metal flashed from under his cloak stabbing deep into her stomach again and again. Biting through the pain, she ripped the knife out of her shoulder and swung at the man, slicing though the cloak but missing him as he jumped back, melding into the crowd once more.
	
She couldn’t take anymore, she had to get away from the crowed before she was torn to pieces. Making a break for it, she shoved her way to the nearest alleyway void of people. She felt several more cuts on her arms and back before breaking through the crowd into the alley. Looking behind her she didn’t see anyone following. Still panicked she ran deep into the shadow depths of the city, twisting and turning until even she was lost in the maze of back alleys and narrow streets.

Finally thinking she was safe she leaned against the wall to help keep herself upright. Her body was a mess, strands of Intestine were poking through the holes in her stomach looping around her waist like a grotesque fashion belt. Her chest didn’t fare much better, her previously perky breasts where now covered in blood skewered from multiple stab wounds. Even her ass wasn’t spared, although unable to see she knew someone had taken great pleasure in stabbing her there as many times as they could.

She pulled the ring out of her pocket, the damn thing had brought her all this misery. Her eyes widened in horror as she started at the ring.

“No…” She said to herself.

The previously gold ring was now a dull greyish color. Someone had stolen the ring and replaced with a cheap knockoff. She threw the fake ring as hard as she could still manage, the clinking sound reverberating between the alley walls.

“DAMNIT” She screamed. This can’t be happening! I don’t deserve Thi-

Before she could finish the thought she felt the cold hard steel of a knife at her throat. She tensed up not daring to move.

“Please… No…” She begged.

“Don’t you think it’s a little late for begging thief?” The man said.

	
He spun her around only to find the Thief Lord himself staring at her face. His smiled chilled her to the bone.

I’m going to die! He’s going to kill me! She thought as fear paralyzed her body.

	
Grabbing her by the neck he pushed her against the wall, his fingers gripping her hard enough to cut off part of her airway, but not enough stop her breathing. Raising the knife, she could see the signet ring on his finger staring her in the face, mocking her failure. The knife was above her now, she closed her eyes awaiting the end of her left.

*Swish*

	
Instead of pain she felt air brush against her chest. She opened her eyes to find that he had sliced away her shirt leaving her bare chested. She was momentarily puzzled when she suddenly fell the knife enter her pants, her eyes going wide as he ripped the knife forward, slicing through her belt causing her pants to fall around her ankles.

Oh god… He’s going to rape me… She realized.

	
She closed her eyes again, wanted to get it over with as soon as possible when she abruptly gasped in pain as he slid the knife straight into her cunt. Her face twisted in horror from the unexpected defilement. She tried desperately to peal his fingers off of her neck but the blood lost had sapped her strength. Slowly he starting to pull the knife out, then thrusting it back in repeating the action over and over. Her mouth continued to widen horror with each stroke as she could feel him violating her with the knife.

	
Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, he slammed the blade as deep as he could into her. Penetrating her with the full length. Blood was now pouring out of her ruined parts soaking down her legs. Slowly he slid the knife out of her, she moaned as she felt ever inch blade leave her. He looked into her eyes again, tears were streaming down her faces as she glanced pleadingly at him to stop. Instead he just smiled again positioning the knife just under her belly button.

“Please…” She managed the whimper out before gasping once again to the knife penetrating her.

	
Slowly he slid the knife deep into her abdomen. Her face contorted in pain as he slid the knife slowly up gutting her like a fish. As he reached the middle of her stomach her guts started to migrate their way south out of the enlarging hole in her. The odd sensation of her slowly being emptied made her shudder as more and more of her organs made their way out of her body landing on the ground with a sickening plop. The pain was so excruciating it fell like it was going to consume her. After what felt like an eternity his knife finally bumped up against the bottom of her rib cage.

	
As he let go of her neck she found that she no longer had the strength to stand. She fell forward onto her knees, her world in a daze as she tried to comprehend the last few hours of her life. The blood lost adding an almost surreal effect, making her feel light headed. The Thief lord walked behind her grabbing her by the hair pulling back and exposing her neck. Before she could even react he drug his knife deeply across her throat. She tried to say something but instead all the came out was a gargle as the precious remainder of her life blood poured down her chest. She weakly tried to hold her neck desperately trying to quell river of blood that slipped between her fingers. Her body unable to support her weight fell forward.

	
As she hit the ground she could feel the remnants of her blood pooling around her. Her body was sluggish and weak now, barely able to move. She tried to pull herself forward but her limbs refused to obey. She slowly looked up as her vision was fading to see the Thief Lord walk away. As her body began to shut down the sound of her heart filled was all she could focus on.

Thump Thump

This it isn’t it?

Thump Thump

This is how I die…

Thump

The last thing she heard was the Thief Lords laugh as he stepped out of view.

And then nothing
	




Honor Among Thieves



Part Two - Death of a Solider



(Non Con, Beheading, Gutting, Impalement)

What a waste, but then again she hadn’t even put up a good fight. Yet another disappointment. Donavan though solemnly.

	
Then again, it seemed like everything was a disappointment recently. Ever since he took over as the Thief Lord excitement seemed few and far between. Oh sure several challenges had come his way during the first few years of his reign, but after brutally dispatching each opponent the challenges soon ran dry leaving him bored.

	
Looking out into the courtyard and saw the head of the thief girl who had tried to steal his signet ring the previous morning impaled on a spike. He regretted havening to kill the her. She had been talented for sure, but she lacked the ruthlessness that his position demanded and he had a reputation to protect. At least her death had added a little excitement in his life again. He loved the intimate feeling of holding someone as their life slowly drained out of them, watching their eyes plead as he denied them any mercy. It was one of the few things that made him truly feel alive.

	
Just remembering her final moments took him back to when he killed the previous Thief Lord. The memory alone made the cold and lonely nights bearable, even thinking about it now was making him hard. Pouring himself a drink he took a seat next his fireplace and relaxed, allowing the memory envelop him.
Two years ago…
	

	
“We should teach him a lesson…” Donavan said angrily pacing the room. “This is the third quarter in a row that he has under paid you. If you don’t do something people will think your weak.”

	
“I understand that Donavan, but you need to drop this, Roland isn’t our enemy. But he is a powerful man with powerful connections to the king, we can’t afford to get on his bad side.”

	
“Myra… We’re thieves… were inherently on the king’s bad side. We shouldn’t be bending over to the King, or Roland, or anybody else. We should be teaching them to fear us.” He said falling into a chair across from her.

	
Myra Sighed. “Donavan… Your one of my closest friends, and there’s no one I trust more than you. But this isn’t the way. When we overthrew the previous Thief Lord we promised to make the slums a better place. You know that my love for the King goes about as far as I could throw his fat ass, but someone needs to be here to look out of the people of this city.”

	
“Damnit Myra” He growled. “I didn’t sign up for this to play baby sitter. You know more than anyone what the King and his people did to me. I don’t want to save this city, I want revenge, and if I need to threaten, hurt, or murder anyone who stands in my way, then so be it.” He suddenly stood knocking his chair back making his way to the exit. “I’ll go be a good dog and take care of your messes like usual.”

	
For a couple moments she just stood there dumbstruck. “I can’t believe you…” She honestly looked hurt before sadness invaded her eyes. “You’ve changed Donavan… What happened to the kind caring person I used to know?”

	
He looked back at her, eyes full of hate. “He died… Along with everyone else” Then left the room.


Two hours later outside Roland’s home…

	
When he had started walking away from Myra’s home he didn’t exactly have a plan, but after two hours he ended up outside Roland’s estate. He was pissed and need to vent, Roland needed to learn a lesson anyway. After walking around the perimeter a few times he had a feel for situation. For as rich as Roland was his security was pretty lacking, a one armed blind orphan would have no trouble getting in. Setting sights on the nearest wall he scaled it with ease, he may have not been as skilled as Myra but he was more than capable for this.

	
Sticking to the shadows, he made his way across the courtyard to the balcony outside Roland’s office. Looking up he could see a light flickering through the glass doors. Determined to get up there he look around him and had an idea. Never one for modesty, Roland had a large statue of himself in the courtyard holding a spear upright. Careful as he could he scaled the statue, taking extra caution around the sharp spear head. He didn’t even want to think of what could happen if he slipped and fell on it.

Finally reaching the balcony he crept to edge, cautiously looking inside. He could Roland sitting across from a cloaked stranger who regrettably was facing away from him. He wanted to know who this mystery guest was. Although he was too far away to hear the conversation, he could tell from the smiles and body tone of Roland they were pretty close. Looking around the room he could see an open window near where they were sitting.

	
A few more feats of acrobatic prowess and he was just above the open window. Leaning over the edge he was just able to hear the voices of the two people in the room. One was easily recognizable as Roland, while the other one feminine was too soft to identify although sounded slightly familiar. Getting himself comfortable on the ledge he focused on the conversation.

“Do you have it?” The cloaked woman asked

“Of course I do, have I ever let you down darling?” Said Roland

There was an odd sound, like something heavy being moved.

“Is that everything?” The woman said sounding shocked.

“Fifteen Hundred gold coins, straight from the king’s coffers.” Roland said

The woman let loose a laugh. “I think this is the start of a profitable partnership.”

There was a sound of a chest being shut.

“There will be more where that came from if you hold up your end of the bargain.” Roland said

“Consider it done.” The woman replied.

“I knew I could count on you Myra.” Roland said

	
Donavan froze at the sound of her name, several thoughts running through his mind.

Wait Myra? What the hell is she doing here, and what do they mean kings gold? Are they working for the king? God damnit what’s going on here.

Leaning back down he was aware of them speaking again.

Roland’s voice deepened with concern. “Does Donavan know about you working for the King?”

“Gods no.” Myra paused for a moment. “I honestly don’t think he could understand even considering the circumstances. All he cares about is revenge ever since his family died. He’s changed so much I don’t think I’ll ever get him back.”

“You should be careful with him, he’s dangerous.” Roland warned her.

A few moments pause later.

“Do… You we should get rid of him?” Asked Roland.

Myra sighed. “I don’t think he’s that far gone yet. Besides, if anyone should do it, it should be me.”

“Suit yourself.” Said Roland.

“It’s late, I should head out before someone comes looking for me.” Said Myra.

Roland sighed. “Be careful Myra, you’re playing with fire, eventually you’re going to get burned.”

“Don’t worry Roland, I can take care of myself.” Myra replied confidently.

	
Donavan was stunned, it had felt like his entire world had been shattered. The woman he loved was working with the people who murdered his family. As he sat there trying to comprehend what he had heard a rage began to boil inside of him. From his vantage point he could see Myra walking away from the compound, no idea that he had overheard everything.

BITCH! She betrayed me after everything we’ve been through. What reason could she have had to do this? No, it didn’t matter, she’s dead to me now, and soon she will actually be dead, just like everyone else who crosses me, but first…

	
Risking a look, he leaned down the side of the building just enough to see through the open window. Roland was in a chair next to a large desk in the room, his back conveniently facing away from the window. Killing him wouldn’t be easy, after all Roland had served on the King’s guard for years before retiring. He would have to take him out in one strike or else he was going to be in trouble. Slowly he left himself fall onto the windows ledge without sound. Carefully he slid one of the daggers on his belt out of its sheath with barely a whisper of sound. Focusing his energy into his legs, he struck.

	
	
As soon as Donavan leapt Roland ducked, the reaction caught Donavan by surprise, midflight he couldn’t change direct causing him to slam into the top of the desk, rolling over it scattering the contents. Managing to control his landing Donavan was up in a matter of seconds ready to defend against whatever Roland would throw at him. Roland seemingly un-phased by the sudden attack had his sword ready.
	


“Ahh Donavan, so nice of you to drop in, although next time I would prefer you use the front door.” Roland said sarcastically

“Nice to see you too Roland. I see you haven’t let any of those solider skills they taught you go to waste.” Donavan replied back

Roland’s attitude suddenly changed. “Let’s cut the crap Donavan, you and I both know you’re not here for pleasantries. I assume you heard Myra and me talking, I take it this is your way of saying no?”

“One of us isn’t leaving this room alive tonight if that answers your quest.” Donavan said sliding a second dagger out of his belt.

Roland Sighed. “Myra was right about you, you could never see the bigger picture and now you’re going to die for it.”

	
Both men started each other down, neither committing to make the first move. After a few more moments of silence Roland roared and charged, his sword flashing through the air. Donavan ready for the attack parried it with both knives crossed together. Not one to miss an opportunity, he kicked forward catching Roland’s leg causing him to momentarily lose balance. With a flash Donavan struck, his knife aimed for Roland’s heart. There was a sound of metal hitting bone as the knife caught on one of Roland’s ribs temporarily saving him. Roland channeled his pain into strength shoving as hard as he could. Donavan was momentarily airborne before striking wall behind him with enough force to knock the wind out of him.

	
Roland charged forward, his sword aimed at Donavan’s midsection intending to impale him against the wall. At the last moment Donavan managed to parry the blow to the side saving him from impalement, but not completely. The blade missed his center but still manage to cause a large cut in his side to open. Swearing Donavan reared up and kicked Roland center mass sending him tumbling backwards, his blade still in hand slid out of Donavan’s side with a nauseating squelch. He clutched his side trying to stem the tide of blood.

Fuck, so that’s what being stabbed feels like. I need to end this fast before I bleed out.

“What’s the mater Donavan, gonna let a little pain stop you?” Roland taunted.

	
Donavan replied with just a growl as blood dripped between his fingers holding his side. Realizing he stood no chance without a second dagger he let go of his side letting his would bleed freely as he pulled another blade out of his belt. With time now being a factor Donavan went with a full out attack. The room was filled with the sound of metal striking metal as the two opponents traded blows. After a few moments of furious fighting they disengaged. Both men were gasping for air having traded several blows. Donavan now had a cut across his face and several lacerations on his arms and chest. Roland wasn’t doing much better, One of Donavan’s daggers was impaling his left leg causing him to limp. But worse yet was a long horizontal slash had partially opened his midsection, a few bits of intestine budding through the gap.

“You sure you won’t give this up? Roland asked still gasping for air.

“I’d rather die than serve your King.” Donavan said also out of breath.

“Well then… THAT CAN BE ARRANGED!” Roland yelled.

	
Roland charged forward tackling Donavan both men’s weapons went flying. With nothing left to fight with, they tumbled around on the floor before coming to a stop with Roland on top. With a roar Roland reached down and ripped the dagger still impaling his leg out, stabbing downward at Donavan’s exposed neck. Donavan caught his hand staving off the attack momentarily but he didn’t have the strength left to push the descending dagger away. For a moment it seemed like they were at a statement, but unfortunately for Donavan it seemed gravity was on Roland’s side. The tip of the blade grazed Donavan’s neck causing a trickle of blood roll down the side.

“Any last words before put you in the ground like I did with your family.” Roland said with demented smile.

“What?” Donavan said almost letting go, as a shocked expression consumed his face.

“Oh don’t act so surprised, I was part of the Kings guard back then, I’m surprised you never put two and two together.

“It was unfortunate you weren’t there Donavan. Your wife didn’t want to cooperate and tell us where you were hiding so we had to beat it out of her. You should be proud though, even after we beat her an inch from death she still manages to grab knife and attack one of my guard’s. Let’s just say she had a little accident when she fell on one of their swords.

“Bastard” Donavan gritted through his teeth, still struggling to hold the knife back from his throat.

Roland let loose a chilling laugh as his smile descended into madness. “Let’s not forget about your precious daughter shall we?”

“Shut up.” Donavan growled.

“Oh but don’t you want to hear about what happened to her? No? Well I’ll tell you anyway. Since your wife died so quickly without giving us any fun, I decided to let each and every guard with me have their way with her. Ohhh she screamed for hours, calling for her daddy, but he never showed up did he? Alas all good things have to come to an end. You should have seen her face as I strangled the life out of her.”

	
Something broke inside Donavan then, a primal rage erupted from him as new strength flowed into his body. Gritting his teeth, he pushed harder than he ever had before slowly lifting the dagger from his neck. Roland confused by the newfound resistance pushed back down as hard as he could, barely able to stop the dagger from rising.

	
Blood was now pouring out of the wound in Donavan’s side but he didn’t care. With a bestial cry he pulled his legs back and kicked upward with all the strength he had left, sending Roland flying through the air towards the balcony doors. With a crash Roland hurtled through the double glass doors and off the balcony.
	

	
Donavan could hear him yelling before a sickening crunch cut off his voice forever. Beardly able to hold himself, Donavan manage to stand up, clutching his side trying to stop more lifeblood from escaping. He slowly moved towards the balcony. Looking over the edge he was shocked to find that Roland was impaled on his own statue. More shocking was the fact that it looked like he was somehow alive, his body unbelievable still thrashing around. It looked as if he was trying to say something but instead of words all that came out was a torrent of blood washing down his body and onto the statue staining it a grotesque crimson. His internal organs began to exit his body dislodged by the two-inch-thick spear impaling him ass to neck. They wrapped around the spear hanging down like gory festival lamps.
	

Taking in the Scene before him, Donavan could help but laugh at the irony of it. Roland was always so full of himself, he never though that phrase could be taken literally until now. A wave of stabbing pain ran up the side of Donavan’s body. Heading back into the room he found a few pillow cases that he tore into make shift bandages. Content he wasn’t going to fall apart anymore, he made his way back out onto the balcony carefully lowering himself onto the statue.

Donavan gazed at what remained of the man who caused him so much pain and suffering. Sliding one of his daggers out of its sheath he went to work slicing through Roland’s neck making circles until he managed to detach it from his body. Looking down at his prize he saw Roland’s face was frozen in in agonizing pain and fear. Nothing less than he deserved he thought shoving the head into the one of the pillowcases he took.

Taking care of the parts slick with blood, Donavan managed to climb down the rest of the statue. After a few more short moments he was back over the wall he entered from walking down a deserted alleyway. After all this time he finally had revenge for his family but he wasn’t done yet.

One down, one to go. He though as he disappeared into the shadows.

 No.6390

God learning the formatting code brings me back to good ole days of HTML scripting :D

 No.6398

I'm undecided on how to finish off Myra, do you think it should be rape and strangulation? or torture and impalement? or any other combination?

 No.6399

I like all four in combination >:)

 No.6405

Ambitious! I will see what I can do!

 No.6408

I loved the first story, how the girl died with dozens of stab wounds while fighting for her life. It reminded me a bit of a story I posted a few months back. I also really like how you give us some insight into what the character is thinking as she dies. I would have just liked a name, and maybe a brief description of how she looked. Some people might prefer to fill out in those gaps themselves, but I like to know how the author envisioned it, as it is the author's creation.

 No.6412

Yea, i kinda thought about that after i wrote it, maybe if i do a re edit ill add a little more :D Ill add more descriptions for Myra.
★THE MORE YOU KNOW★

 No.6413

I guess the weird part is being gay, i cant exactly say i know how to describe a woman as attractive so this is going to be an interesting experience.

 No.6417

Oh, interesting, I'd lean toward the impalement/torture method personally, perhaps with a touch of melancholy as well. ^^

 No.6436

Almost done! Ill probably be able to upload tonight, also what an adventure trying to make a girl sexy, hope you like it :D

 No.6440

Honor Among Thieves



Part Three – The Thief Lord’s End



(Non Con, Torture, Strangling, Impalement)

	
Myra strode through the shadowy corridors of the slums unafraid, after all this was her domain, even the King wouldn’t dare challenge her here. Still there was much on her mind, thanks to her conversation with Roland she was unsure for the first time in a long time. Could she actually kill Donavan? No, she was sure that he could be trusted, hot headed granted but he always had her back. I guess the next trouble was figuring out how to tell Donavan about the situation without him murdering her.

She sighed to herself starting at the signet ring on her finger. Why do things have to be so complicated?

	
Rounding the last corner on the way home she caught sight of the Thief Lord’s sanctum. Oddly enough the building was an abandoned temple for one of the old gods that was cast out when the empire took over. If she remembered right, it was a temple to Romus the death god, somewhat fitting considering the new inhabitants. The building itself being hidden behind back alleys and shadowy corridors made it the perfect place for the first Thief Lord to set up and it had been that way ever since. The temple’s main room was large with a statue to Romus in the center. It was decorated with bits of stolen jewelry and other offerings. Thieves tended to be more on the superstitious side so they left offerings just in case the old god still cared.

Making her way past a few of the guards she navigated the corridors until she found her lodgings. As she opened her door and walked in she heard a crunch, looking down she saw that someone had slipped a note under her door. Picking it up she recognized the signature as Donavan’s.

“This is either really bad, or good.” She said to herself, almost afraid to open the envelope.

	
Grabbing a knife from her belt she swiftly sliced through the top and removed the letter.


	
Dear Myra,

	
	
I would like to apologize for my behavior earlier, I know you care about me and just want what’s best and sometimes I forget that. If your able to forgive me would you care to have dinner later tonight? I know a wonderful place near the green square. I’ll be waiting for you at our usual meeting place half past eight.
	
	
Love, Donavan


	
Love? She thought to herself. [/i] Hmmmm maybe tonight’s going to be a good night after all. [/i]

	
She decided at that moment that she was going to tell Donavan everything. She always hated having to lie to him but it was necessary. Maybe if she explained things he would understand that he wasn’t the only one wronged by the empire. She clenched her fists the knuckles turning white as she remembered the day her daughter was taken, the same day she started doing the bidding of her majesty. She would do anything strangle the life out of him but as long as they had her daughter she had serve them whether she wanted to or not.

	
Pushing the thought aside she looked at the clock in the corner of the room, half past eight was about an hour and a half away, thinking about it a moment she decided she had enough time to clean up. Walking into her wash room she starting running water for a bath. After a few moments steam began to drift out the doorway. Heated baths were pretty much only owned by the wealthiest citizens.

The perks of being a lord. She thought smiling to herself.
	

	
Water ready, she walked into the wash room leaving her clothes behind, as she entered the fog filled room she passed a large stand up mirror, taking a few moments she couldn’t help but be turned on her own reflection. Sure the word vanity came to mind, but when you looked as good as she did you used it. Sometimes a few sweet words and flashed cleavage did as much as a dagger between the ribs.

	
Walking over to the tub she slowly lowered herself into the water a slight moan escaped her lips as the hot water ran up her body and over her breasts. Leaning back, she let her fiery red hair soak as the hot water soothed her scalp. Grabbing a wash cloth, she lathered with scented soaps and ran it down her well-toned frame. Years of running through the shadows had sculpted her body into a lean and fit work of art. Her skin was almost flawless, minus a few scars but she always thought that added a bit of mystery. Making her way up to her breasts she couldn’t help but giving them a little squeeze. Most woman usually desired something a bit bigger but she was happy with her b-cups, besides anything larger tended to be a liability on the job.

	
The intensity of the heat was radiating through her now creating an almost sensual effect. Thinking about it she did have a little bit of time before she needed to meet Donavan. Lowering herself down to her neck in the water her hand slowly migrated south as she lost herself to the ecstasy of the bath.

	
She was suddenly torn from her pleasure by the local clock tower chiming out eight times. She swore to herself as she mournfully leapt out of the warmness of the bath into the cool air. As quickly as she could she dried off and dressed. The outfit she chose wasn’t modest by far, with a skirt short enough to leave nothing to the imagination and a top that show enough cleavage to send most men to their knees she ran out the door way into the night.

	
In order to save time, she took a few shortcuts one of them being along the edge of a building’s roof where she sincerely hoped no one would look up, not because they might see her, but in her haste she may have forgotten underwear. Rounding the last corner with no incidents she hit the homestretch barely a few minutes ahead of time. She was in such a hurry she almost didn’t notice the faint sound of someone approaching from behind, before she could turn to react she felt a blow on the back of her head as her world became darkness.

	
When she Myra finally came too her head was pounding, the whole world around her felt foggy as she slowly regained her senses. The first thing she noticed was pain radiating from the back of her head. Trying to reach back and feel her wound she found that her arms and legs had been bound to a chair, furthermore it seemed someone had taken the liberty of gagging her so she couldn’t call for help. Fear began to manifest itself inside her as she grasped how dire her situation was.

What the fuck happened to me? Where am I?

	
She struggled for a few moments hoping to loosen her bonds, only succeeding in rubbing the skin around her wrists and ankles raw. Realizing that she wasn’t going to escape she for some clue as to who did this. The room itself looked dusty as if no one had set foot in there for years. Table cloths were thrown over the furniture to protect it from wear and tear. She was startled as it seemed one of the cloths suddenly began to rise into the air before she realized it was someone wearing a cloak.

“Finally awake are we?” Said the figure. “Did you sleep well?”

	
Step by step he came closer, every inch sending fire into her veins as her heart beat faster and faster. The man only a breath away now reached out towards her face, his fingers cupping her chin raising her eyes to his. The color drained from her face as Donavan started her down.

“Hello Myra, you look lovely this evening.” He said with a smile on his face.

She momentary forgot to breath. Oh god… Donavan why…

Unable to speak the best she could manage was a burning stare.

“Not much for words I see. I doubt I could trust anything a traitor says anyway.” He said.

Her face froze in despair. Traitor? He knew… HOW DID HE KNOW?!

“Oh don’t look so shocked.” He said walking behind her. “I had a little chat with your friend here.”

	
There was a rustle of cloth as something flew over her shoulder hitting the ground with a sickening thud. It took her a moment to realize what she was looking at. She started in horror at the head of Roland, fear frozen on his lifeless face.

R… Roland? She looked up at him pain in her eyes. What have you done Donavan...

“Oh I wouldn’t pity him. His death was too good for what he did to my wife and daughter.” He said before kicking the head across the room.

Wait, he what?? I didn’t know… PLEASE I DIDN’T KNOW She pleaded with her eyes.

She tried shouting into the gag hoping he would understand but instead all that came out was a muffled frenzy.

“What was that? Did you try to say something?” He said ripping the gag out of her mouth.

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t kno-.” She was cut off as his fist slammed into her abdomen.

	
There was a sickening thud as her chair slide back a few feet. She gasped, her face contorting pain. She only had a few moments to gulp down air before he shoved the gag back into her mouth.

“I’m not here for pity, I’m here for revenge.” His smile quickly borderlining madness.

	
His fist smashed into her stomach again, this time with enough force to lift her and the chair off the ground. As gravity kicked in she hit the ground with a thud, the chair shattering. The pain so intense she curled in a ball as blood and bile began to rise in her throat only to be forced back down leaving a burning sensation.

He spoke again, emphasizing ever few words striking her again and again his hands becoming slick with blood as he landed each blow.

“I TOLD YOU BEFORE” *Thud* “THAT I WILL GO THROUGH” *Crack* “EVERY” *Thud* “LAST” *Thunk* “PERSON” * Crunch * “TO GET MY REVENGE” Emphasizing the last phrase as he rammed his foot straight into her cunt.

	
Her moans of agony were muffled by the gag as she convulsed with each strike more devastating than the last. As he tenderized her body blood and vomit began to well in her throat unable to stop it this time and with nowhere to go it began soak through the gag and down her neck. It was getting hard to breath as she began to choke on her own fluids, her head becoming light from the lack of air. Sometime during the beatings her body lost control over her bladder causing a warmth to spread between her legs. Just when she thought it would go on forever the blows stopped. Her body felt like fire, every inch screaming in pain. Each minor movement brought bolts of agony shooting through her frame.
	

	
She began to panic as he pulled a knife out his belt slicing through through her clothes and bonds with no care for safely. Before he finished several large cuts were opened on her body causing blood to seep down her sides. Her naked body was now laid out for him several bruises were now visibly turning purple from the beating he gave her. The worse was her stomach which was quickly being coming a canvas of purple and red.

	
Her lungs were burning now unable to get the air she so desperately need her vison began to darken as she slowly suffocated on her own fluids. Suddenly aware of her face turning purple he ripped the gag out of her mouth once more, causing the blood and vomit to spew out onto the ground next to her as she went into a coughing fit trying to clear her airways. After a few moments color returned to the world as she greedily gulped down air. She didn’t even have the energy to stop him as he grabbed her face forcing her to stare into his eyes, the cold fury they radiated causing true terror to flood her being.

“I want to hear you beg for death as I give you the same mercy my daughter received.” He said one hand unbuckling his pants,

Please, stop… At least she wanted to say but it was too late.

	
Before she could protest he forced his lips on hers in an almost bestial frenzy. The shock causing her body to freeze as his hands began to savage her breasts. Unable to cope with the situation as her mind began to shut down. Soon however she was brought back with an icy shock as his member thrust deeper and harder than anyone had gone before, her body shuddered from the unwanted penetration.

“Uhhggggg” She moaned in agony. Not like this…

	
As he worked himself into a rhythm she could feel every thrust violate her, each one sending a wave of revulsion throughout her body. She had always wanted Donavan, but… not like this, this was wrong, she felt wrong every moment he was inside her. She tried to fight him but without the strength to back her efforts she slowly resigned to her fate, closing her eyes trying to block the feeling of disgust that welled from within. Suddenly she was aware of his hands closing around her neck as he continued to fuck her. Her eyes went wide as she felt her neck being compressed by his powerful hands. She tried to gasp for air but instead all she felt was fire as her lungs struggled unable to take a breath. Slowly she could feel her life being wrung out of her.

His eyes stared into hers cold and hating. Why… She though, her vision starting to blur. This wasn’t supposed to happen…

	
She was going to die. She knew it already but now she accepted and embraced it as her vision began to fail. She barely able to feel him inside as her body became numb from the lack of oxygen. At least the pain was gone she though as she began to lose consciousness. She vaguely was aware of a warm sensation in loins as he filled her with his seed but it seemed so far away as she took one last breath and let darkness consume her.


But it wasn’t over yet…


	
When she came to she gasped for air filling her lungs with precious oxygen. Her abused throat burned with each breath as she tried to make sense of being alive. Trying to move she found that she was once again bound, this time however flat on a table. She tried to look around but she couldn’t see anyone from her limited vantage point. Struggling she found that once again her bonds had been well tied, nothing less from her second she supposed as she resigned to wait.

Suddenly aware of approaching foots steps her heart began to race. What more could he do to her? She pushed aside the thought not wanting to know.

After a few moments he appeared above her, a knife in hand an unnerving smile on his face to accompany it.

I just had to ask… She thought, as her heart beat harder, threatening to escape her chest.

‘Why… Why am I still alive?” She weakly choked out, her throat still raw from the strangling.

“You haven’t begged yet, so were going to keep going until you plead for me to put you down.” He replied, his voice now infused with full blown insanity.

“You’re a sick fuck you know that Donavan.” She said

“Better than a traitor bitch.” He said before slapping her face.

“Do your worst.” She said, eyes blazing with rage.

“Oh, I intend to.” He said pressing his blade against her face drawing a bead of blood.

	
She wouldn’t beg she told her self over and over, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. At least, that was until he began to slice into her body. Her back arched as she gasped in a wordless whimper as she felt the knife slide like butter into one of her breasts sending hot stabbing bolts of agony throughout her body threatening to consume her. After a few moments he finished tossing the useless chunk of flesh away leaving her body a quivering mess as he began to work on the other one. This time she didn’t hold back as she let loose a guttural moan, her mind overloading from the pain.
	

	
As he finished with her other breast blood began to run down her sides. Her chest was wildly going up and down as she began to hyperventilate her body running on overdriving trying to cope with the pain. His blade now worked its way down her side cutting bloody furrows in her skin, her pain centers working overtime to keep up with every single cut and slice sending agonizing signals to her brain.

“Gyuaahhhhhhhh” She moaned unable to contain herself.

Slowly he worked his way south until stopping just below her waist…

Oh god, not there! “Please…” She begged. “No more… Just… Just kill me please…”

He shoved the knife deep inside, her face contorted in pain as he twisted the blade, defiling her thoroughly.

“GYYAAHHHGGG!” She screamed as fury momentarily overwhelmed the pain “FUCKING BASTARD WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT, JUST FUCKING KILL ME, END IT”

“As you wish” He said casually walking to another table.

He walked back over caring a long metal spike about five feet long. “Do you know how they execute traitors in the empire?” He said inspecting the tip of the spear with his finger, a bead of blood forming where he touched it.

“No. No. No… PLEASE NOT THAT.” She begged tears streaming down her face now.

“Then you want me to keep going with the knife?” He asked a hint of perverse pleasure question.

“NO! … Oh god… Just do it… Just end it… Please…” She begged as her tears turned to sobs.

	
As he walked behind her she closed her eyes, her body tensed as she tried to ready herself for what would happened next. Nothing could have prepared her for the feeling of the cold hard spear entering her form behind. Her mouth was wide in shock as the pole made its way into her inch by inch until it stretched her anus to its limits and beyond as it ruptured unable to contain the iron girth. Blood began to drip down the length of the spear acting as a lubricant to hasten her demise. Finally, after a full agonizing minute the spear encountered its first barrier. She felt the tip stick into edge of her anal cavity unable to proceed. After a few moments of struggling he thrust the spear hard moving a whole six inches at once.

“Nyaaaahhhhgggggggg” The sudden and brutal movement cause her to scream in agony as her back arched, her body unable to contain the pain.

	
Hyperventilating again she gasped for air as felt the spear slowly ripping its way through her insides. As the spike moved forward displacing or piercing organs she could help but release whimpers of pain every few inches the spear progressed. A few agonizing minutes later the spear reached the second roadblock. The feeling of the metal rod being adjusted inside her caused her body to freeze in shock, unable to comprehend the foreign feeling. Sudden the spear having found its path thrust forward filling her diaphragm and entering her throat. Blood began to well and drip out of her mouth as her lungs cut off form oxygen began to tingle with pain. She began to gag as the remainder of the spear passed through her throat, her neck bulging from the effort causing her mouth to open wide.

	
There were a few moments of silence as she tried to comprehend the bloody tip of the spear staring her right in the face. Her body began to convulse as if it could expel the iron spear, instead all it managed to do was send wave after wave of excruciating pain though her body as she tried to will her body into dying faster. Why am I still alive… I HAVE A FIVE FOOT FUCKING SPEAR IN ME. JUST FUCKING LET ME DIE. As if to answer her question the familiar sensation of being suffocated returned as her lungs without air for a few minutes now began to burn in agony. Her vision began to blur as her body started convulsing again. After a few more moments the pain began to fade as her body shutdown. She barely noticed as Donavan grabbed her hand and cut off the finger with the signet ring, after she wasn’t going to need it anymore. After a few more shudders her body stopped moving.

As her vision darkened she had time for a last few thoughts. Finally… So this is dying… I just wish… I could have seen her… One last time…

As the light left her eyes there was only darkness to greet her.


	


Present Time


Something was wrong.

	
Donavan ‘s mind was foggy as he awoke, slowly opening his eyes the light in the room assailed him as pain erupted from behind his forehead. What… Happened? I feel hungover… but… I one had one… Sudden realization dawned on him. The drink! He tried to reach for the glass but his hands were slow and unsteady, all he managed to do was knock it of the arm rest sending it crashing onto the ground. After a few moments of labored thinking he finally put two and two together. I’ve been poisoned!

“That’s right.” Someone whispered from behind as if they could read his mind.

	
The figure walked around in front of him taking a seat on his lap. Donavan studied the cloaked stranger, it was a girl he was certain, she was thin and tall, with a hood covering her face. Slowing she reached up pulling the hood back causing curls of red hair to fall across her face.

“Myra? But I…” Wait a second… After a closer inspection he realized she was way too young and there were a few other differences.

“You’re not Myra… Who are you?” He said his voice calm.

“Close... but not quite.” She said with a giggle. “Myra was my mother my name is Aiva.”

To be continued in part four!

 No.6441

Frack, that took to long and i need to sleep, enjoy!

 No.6459

Any feed back for part three? Also in part four what type of death is requested? :D I like a challenge.

 No.6481


I liked Part #3. Made me feel sorry for Myra, but well, she gave a show. The only improvement I could think of is a little bit more detail about these final cuts that made her change her mind and beg for death, as well as how it felt for her and what went on in her mind during these crucial moments of breaking.

Regarding part #4 I first thought about him overpowering Aiva and killing her, but then again , maybe it's better if he fails spectacularly, trying.

I think we'd need a confession. Aiva will want to know what exactly happened to her mother and why. I'm sure she's a good listener, and has ample methods to have him talk while he's bound.

I could see her devising some mean "I torture you until you kill yourself" setup.
He'd be bound, with a blade mounted under his throat. Really all he needs to do is cut his own throat and die. She'd make sure life is agonizing enough, maybe with some mean things to his genitals.

But Donovan is the type that would try to fight free instead, it would be fun if he managed to spill some of Aiva's guts and slice her open. However mortally wounded himself and not going to make it.

It would be a fitting end if they are both staring at each other, knowing that they are likely both going to die, with not much more to say between them. What would he do? What would she do?

 No.6517

I was playing around with the idea of mutual assured destruction :D but i do like the suggestion of having them bleed out in front of each other. I do always appreciate feedback. I also think your right in part three having some expansion for her breaking mentally, I'm kinda learning as i go so ill give it some thought.

I've been going back and updating the old parts so I might go add some more details and maybe ill see if i can get the thread restarted with all four parts at once, its getting to be a hassle to scroll allllllll the way down.

But i would have to say it has to end at part four for sure, if i get bored I might write about Donavan's family but at this point if it keeps going i might a swell write a book since I'm already at 8500 words lol.

I'm also starting a side project I'm calling "The Everyday Mundane" where ill be killing people off in short stories. It will be based on real life situations like natural disasters, accidents, murders, ECT.
As is it will be a few days until part four, works killing me so hope to get a lot of writing time on Thur when I'm off.

Untill thanks for the love and peace out!

 No.7363

Hey, this is really great. Looking forward to part 4 (or your new project, if you're working on that instead nowadays).

 No.7375

FUCK ME, this was a great read. TastyMonk, this was an excellent series and I'm sorry I had to reach the end!! Whether or not we see part 4, know that this was a great project in my humble eyes! You say it was your first? I'm legitimately jealous of your gift with words and the application. If I continue writing I'll keep reference of your writing style.

I was almost gonna complain about grammar but then I considered how much work it is to quadruple-check 8000+ words for small details and I'd love to see that effort or towards creating new works.

I hope to see you post more around the interwebs, you have a knack!!

 No.7443

Thank you for the comment New guy, definitely makes it with it. I still plan on a part 4, between an extended illness at the end of part 3 and work interference i unfortunately had to put it on the back burner for a while but never fear Honor Among Thieves will have some closure I promise!
PS, be gone back and updated 1-3 for grammar and added more details.

 No.7718

I hope you get a chance to finish with part 4...this is honestly one of the top 5 hottest stories I've read on this site.



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