{Location: Bloodied plains- Outskirts of Pict Territory}
On the outskirts of Pict territory, the Bloodied plains. Got its title due to the constant battles that it saw, and blood that it drank. Which in turn permanently stained its soil crimson red. On it a fairly large group of horseback warriors could be seen traveling through it with a prisoner in tow, forced to follow on foot while bonded and tethered to a giant man, on a particularly giant horse as well, who viciously tugged at the tether in order to trip the prisoner.
Every so often the group would stop, to allow the goliath of a man to harass, humiliate, beat, and viscously torture his prisoner, who would always put up a fight. From full blown fist fights to biting pieces of flesh off the giant's body, and even trying to flee a few times, the prisoner would not allow himself to be disgraced so easily. But to no avail. What could one exhausted, and weak man do? it's been two weeks since the prisoner known as Dias was captured. Two weeks without being provided food, water, rest, or proper shelter from the elements. He was forced to trek through the wilderness, and now the plains without shoes or a shirt on, his pants, which was in a bad condition to begin with, was pretty much a loincloth now.
The only reason Dias had not already perished, was due to his tenacity, resilience, rage and sheer will to survive. Whenever the savages would stop to rest and eat, Dias would eat any creature that dared showed itself to him, from centipedes, millipedes, spiders, to ants, roaches and mice, no bug or rodent was spared. With this determination to survive, Dias managed to survive another Six days until he was finally dragged into the Pict camp on a cold and dark day.
" The fun is over, for now, you meet Gorlacon, filth"
Albus the giant stated with a snarl, his sadistic smile clear as day. Without a doubt Albus was pleased with the cruelty he was able to dish out upon Dias, regardless of the latter's resistance. He then dragged Dias deeper into the camp. where Gorlacon and the rest of his rebels was waiting for Albus to present them with this prisoner they've just now heard about, Albus then threw the prisoner to the group of people who wasted no time, pushing the prisoner closer to their king, Gorlacon, while simultaneously beating the piss out of the roman trash that was now in their hands, all while shouting profanities.
" PIG, ROMAN SWINE, TRASH, MURDERER! YOUR KIND KILLED MY BOY, YOU PIECE OF WORM SHIT, PIG SHIT, DOG SHIT, YOU SHIT HEAD, POOP FACE."
Insults rained down on Dias. Hurled by young and old alike.
" BASTARDS!!!"
Angered, Dias shouted back at the top of his lungs, but he was shortly after kneed in the face with great force by the blonde Pict ranger, almost knocking him out.
" Time to die roman"
The woman spoke in Pict before spitting in Dias's eye, pulling out a dagger, and placing it just a centimeter from the same eye she spit in.
" Aeron! enough"
But the women known as Aeron was soon called off by Gorlacon himself. she then clicked her tongue and backed away. While Albus grabbed Dias by the back of his head and pointed his face towards the stone-faced, Gorlacon who then pulled out his cock and began pissing on the face of Dias, which incited cheers from the growing crowd of Picts. After he was done Albus then slammed Dias's face into a puddle of mud, to further humiliate him. a minute passed and he pulled Dias back up, the battered roman coughing up mud, blood and piss.
' Gorlacon. He was a farmer until his wife was killed. then he put down the plough and took up the sword. He changed the way the Picts fought. it worked. He turned the tide of the war, so they made him king. AND NOW HE IS PISSING ON ME!'
An Enraged Dias thought to himself, before screaming.
"DAMN YOU PICT! I will not yield"
*Bam*
With a glance from Gorlacon, Albus punched the man. The Pict king took a moment to appraise the prisoner with a cold, calculative look.
" Tell me Roman.... what does Agricola intend for my people? When will he send his armies north?"
fed up with the gall of this Pict bastard Dias spat blood on the man before shouting.
" I AM A SOLDIER OF ROME! I WILL NOT YEILD! NOR WILL I BETRAY THE MOTHER LAND!"
*Thump thump* "ARH"
Which earned him heavy blows from both Aeron and Albus, causing him to scream out in pain. Gorlacon scoffed at Dias's disrespect before calling a young boy over to him and speaking in Pict.
" Boorstin, my dear son, in order to survive in this cruel world, you must know your enemy, Romans, not only cruel, but they are also most loyal to their mother land. They are tenacious, and resilient. They will never give up any form of information without days of torture first. This one in particular is even more so than the average Roman, Albus has been working on him for two weeks and six days and he still has enough energy to spit on and curse at your father."
"Albus throw him in the storeroom, you and Aeron can work on him together until he breaks, starting tomorrow. But first give him his prize for upsetting me."
" Yes sir!"
Both Albus and Aeron spoke before pulling out their daggers, the knives bit into his chest and cheek. Dias roared. The crowd cheered. Blood ran hot over cold mud." The young boy Boorstin flinched away from such violence, but the boy's father would not allow him to miss such an important lesson and insisted he watch.
"ROME WILL MAKE YOU BLEED!! FOR THIS YOU HEATHENS." Dias shouted.
"But you will bleed first centurion"
Albus stated while twisting his knife in Dias's chest a bit, pulling it out and licking it. He then punched Dias again and dragged him to the storeroom before shortly throwing him in and locking the door to it.
*Thump*
Dias landed in with a thud. Every single solitary part of his body hurt, especially his lungs. They went through a lot these past couple of weeks, at one-point Albus forced Dias to snort a large quantity of a crushed, purple gleaming dustlike substance that made Dias's lungs feel like they were being shredded/eaten/melted and frozen all at once, a new method of torture. They probably would have ruptured if he was forced to snort anymore. Thankfully Ablus wanted Dias to savor the experience and heal before he gave him more. Between the effects of the dust, torture and constant strain on his body, Dias felt like he was going to die, but his rage, and roman blood would never allow for that to happen without retaliation first.
*Bam*
Dias kicked a wall of the storage shack out of anger.
' I WILL KILL THAT BASTARD GIANT IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO. THIS IS A PROMISE! And his death will be painful, but I have to escape and recover my energy or else I won't even be able to scratch him, from the fights I've had with him, he is oppressively strong and durable but slightly lacking in speed and agility, but in a state like this that is more than enough to get me killed, plus I obviously won't be able to kill him here.... who am I Kidding? I will most likely die here.'
'NO!'
*BAM*
After some painful contemplation. Dias kicked the wall again in rejection of the thought of giving up and letting himself be tortured any further and slaughtered like a pig.
*CRACK*
The shoddy wall of the storeroom couldn't take any more abuse from Dias, and a hole was put through it. which was immediately brought to Dias's attention. He quickly looked back at the locked door, before knowing exactly what he had to do now. His hands were tied in front of him, but that didn't stop him he took a cursory look around the room before getting to work. He lunged at a burlap sack of grain that was nearby before ripping into and eating the raw grain.
After two minutes of partially filling himself with raw barley he took the bag and emptied it, ripped a hole at the bottom of it, ripped the sides of it a bit and shoved his head through it to act a makeshift shirt. He then ripped another bag apart and wrapped his feet with the cloth. After his quick preparations, he punched the hole a few times to widen it then crawled through it. without any hesitation Dias fled for his life.
'MUST SURVIVE, NEED TO SURVIVE, HAVE TO SURVIVE'
Dias repeated to himself as he ran into a nearby forest.