The sun was setting, and he watched the sky through the vines turn from pink to red, and the first twinkles of stars peek from the twilight. He even picked a bunch of grapes—they were plump, juicy and sweet. Just like Helena. He had spent all day mating with her and yet his cock still hardened thinking about her. Why a man not interested in women would marry such a fine specimen baffled him. Why would Thelonius be so greedy when he had no interest in the fairer sex? He also wondered why Helena hated Thelonius so. Was it because Thelonius left her untouched? Somehow Eratos doubted that. So what drove Helena’s burning hatred for his former master? What had Thelonius done to her? It made him burn with fire thinking Helena had been hurt by Thelonius. He was ill that she was forced to watch his tortures, like he got some perverse desire out of it. A fortnight seemed a long time away to end the life of such a foul creature as Thelonius, but a promise was a promise and he would not break his word to Helena.
