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
the Invader xo