Perquisite

Afrodite107 Suspense/Thriller

“That’s enough.” His voice made Rajdeep’s ear ring. Like an Angel of death. “Drop it.” Rajdeep shifted down enough so that he was able to see Obe and his people in his peripheral vision.

“After they drop theirs.” Rajdeep was cornered, he could feel Nazik and well as the other man’s blood running cold at his bare feet.

“You first.” Obe insisted, pressing his sword against Rajdeep’s skin but not hard enough to break his skin. Damn. How am I going to get out of this? I’m sure if I try attack another of his men, Obe would strike me down and if I tried to attack Obe himself....his men would strike me down as well. Either way I’m a dead man.... but I refuse to drop my weapon like a coward. A sharp yank sent Rajdeep staggering. Obe grabbed the spear from him then went on to kick him in his chest, sending him flying. Rajdeep flew across the room with an untimely crash into the wall. He felt as though he was being suffocated. He gasped for air, clawing at the chain even though it wasn’t the chain making it hard to breath. Sweat began to bead down his face, his vision wavered.

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Riches. Some of us are born with it, others work to the bone to obtain it but do we all not die leaving our earthly possessions one day? Titles means nothing once you receive the kiss of death.

Our story follows six individuals, some born into power, riches and titles and the rest will get rich, die trying or possibly even realize that riches are not worth the risk.

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