Twenty or so minutes after Tilyhn cut his penis. Cede was barely alive and still lying motionless in bed where Tilyhn left him.
Where are the fucking bodyguards? He asked himself.
It was a long time since Tilyhn left.
They should have caught her already by now and rushed to his quarters to alert him that she tried to escape as usual. What was delaying them? Had Tilyhn managed to actually escape?
If his guards didn’t find him in time he would surely die. There wasn’t much time left. He had lost a lot of blood already.
Everything was slowly becoming blurry and distant. He was slowly drifting away into darkness.
Where are they?
He tried to keep awake and avoid passing out by repeating the question over and over in his mind. His plan wasn’t working. Darkness kept on creeping in on him. The mafia boss knew he was on the verge of death. Not the kind of death he thought he would die, being literally stripped of his manhood and left to die a slow painful death. He had always thought he would die by the hands of his competition.
