The Badhul Khani misfit

"How very curious..."

Duhl Sharkan stared at the bound woman at his feet. She was young, little more than a girl. Her head and neck were tied to a pillar, keeping her in a slouched position. Her arms were tied behind her and there were ropes all around her upper body, further securing them. Her hands and feet were wrapped in wet leather bands. And then there was the ceremonial crotch rope.

She had injured three men severly, before finally being subdued. Now this was not suprising: many men had fallen in the proces of bringing Badhul Khani prisoners down. This one had come with nails so long and hard that her hands and feet were more like claws. And she had used them in a very effective fighting style. But then again: given the specific circomstances, three men should have been enough. Frankly, even one man should have suffied.

Duhl Sharkan turned to one of the wounded soldiers standing beside him.

"So you are telling me that all this took place AFTER you had loosened her hair?"

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