The markings on his back.  They were deep, dark and rich.  One relentless invader.  The battle scars now worn off, leaving behind a bittersweet and unforgettable memory.

Let us not pretend the surrender was in vain.  A relaxed and overwhelmed body was begging for it.  A divine intervention perhaps.   The invader wielded weapons that surprised and awed him. A succulent surprise crept through his muscles and nerves.

One question remained…who was the real victor ?

The March of Leonidis.  Surrender was never so sweet and satisfying.

Quote of the Day:  “But the human tongue is a beast that few can master…” – Robert Greene, 48 Laws of Power

Yours truly,

the Invader xo