The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Six: The Gamble of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Six: The Gamble of the Warrior

... ignore,” Rashid commanded. Faiza trembled; Kyle's eyes were locked on the pre-recorded image. “When you were six, you jumped off the roof of the house and broke your leg. When I asked you why, you said, 'I want to be a paratrooper like dad.' You thought the blue tarp would work.” “It can't be,” Kyle whispered, a tear trickling down his cheek. “How is this possible?” “When there was a lightning, you always went to Fatima's room to protect your sister.” A smile crossed Faiza's lips for a moment. “But you really were just scared. I never said anything. I didn't want to embarrass you. Besides, Fatima loved her big brother protecting her.” Kyle's sword lowered. “When you were nine and the tooth fairy left you a twenty, you were so excited. But the truth is, your dad messed up. He was supposed to leave a dollar but mixed up the bills in the dark. The day you met Britney, you marched up to me after school and declared that your best friend was a girl but she wasn't your girlfriend.” “You said that?” Britney whispered. “Yeah.” His voice was a strangled whisper. “That's really her, Britney. How could they know all those details?” “Kyle Unmei,” Rashid declared. “I have your mother. I will free her in exchange for you. In one hour, if you have not presented yourself in my court, your mother dies. If you do surrender, you will be imprisoned with all the comfort and hospitality I can provide. I shall not harm your wives and concubines so long as they swear fealty to me as Sultan. I shall ...

... keep you as hostage to ensure their good behavior. I know your wife Christy possesses Shadowedge. She will bring you to this room and she will take your mother back to Khoshilat Maqandeli.” Kyle's fist clenched. “You have one hour from this moment, Kyle. I do hope you spoke with my emissary without delay.” The image froze, his mother's face full of desperate terror, the knife still pressed to her throat. “How long did we keep him waiting?” Kyle growled. “A half hour,” Britney answered. “You have, perhaps, twenty minutes. But you would be a fool to go and surrender.” Kyle fixed his eyes on her. They were hard. “Go and get Christy. No one else is to enter and you are not to speak a word of this, Britney.” “This is the wrong decision. They will not kill her. Then they would have no leverage over you.” “A threat is only as strong as the will to go through with it,” Kyle muttered. “Rashid has no choice but to kill her if I refuse. He would look weak.” “And if you go, it will undo—” “I gave you an order!” Kyle growled, spittle flying from his lips. “Send Christy in!” “Yes, Sultan,” Britney hissed, her bushy, brown hair standing on ends. “If that is what your foolishness commands.” “It is!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christy trembled as she stepped into the sapphire room, her black staff gripped in sweaty hands, the door thudding behind her. Britney had almost been spitting with rage when she had stormed out. Kyle stood in the center of the room, staring at an image conjured out ...