Friday 9 December 2016

Flash Fiction Friday: Thirty minutes




Thirty minutes

Standing in the arena, my head covered, I waited in the darkness until I heard a door slam. As soon as it did the hood was removed, the heat of the sun blurring my vision for a few seconds. Once it cleared I saw my opponent, and went weak at the knees.
Standing opposite me with a body to die for was my punishment for disagreeing with the Emperor but being fucked by, not fighting against, him was the only thing I could think of and, just maybe, if I survived the thirty minutes in the arena I had been given I might even get the chance.

©JSMorbius

1 comment:

Rolling Muse in The Roses said...

WOW!!! Hot and I hope he gets what he wants :) I loved this flash!