THE PRIEST OF SANTA MARIA - ( CHAPTER 49 ) - { PT. 10 }


 ( CHAPTER  49 )  -  { PT.  10 } - When I find your whore wife, I'll hack off her head and send it to the Cardinal in a box made of gold. Over my dead body. Christiano's face glowered like the raging fire around him. As you wish, said Kristoff releasing one of his hands from the pole. He proceeded to punch at Christiano's knuckles and dig his nails into his flesh. He released one of his legs and began kicking at his ribs. Christiano lost his grip and slid sideways towards the ocean. He tightened his legs round the pole. Not a man to give up, Kristoff skimmed along the pole and began a flurry of kicks to Christiano's head. His skin split like a zipper, exposing part of his skull and oozing with blood. He fought to stay alert. bearing the pain through gritted teeth. His thighs clenched tighter round the pole. A hair-raising screech sounded from above, and a large metal chain descended upon them--landing square on the pole. It bent like a piece of elastic and broke off from its base before it made its slippery towards the sea with Christiano and Kristoff clinging on. As they made their ungraceful plunge down the deck, Christiano eyed a bright red rope in his line of sight. He grabbed it and released his legs from the pole. He managed to catch hold of Christiano's foot. The pole continued on to sea, and their lives now depended on the rope's stability. Woozy and heavy with fatigue, and with Kristoff's hefty mass, Christiano could barely hold on. The rope slackened and in one sudden movement jerked down-wards, taking them with it.

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