
08/10/2025
Qu’Xiang, quickly responded, with confidence her eyes: “MyKel, my Lord, the more freedom she has, the more powerful we become. You don’t have to make love to her, for her to come. She needs to run away, and have a taste of the old. And she will always see your face, if he ever sees her soul.”
Qu’Xiang moved forward, and whispered softly into Lord MyKel’s ear: “Together, we command an Army, with no fears. We rule, The Eleven Heavens. Her p***y has no value here…that’s a price only paid by the peasants.
Remember what you taught me, that day in Montclay? Didn’t you say, true power, is not between the legs? So let that slave, sacrifice his life, and the hours of his days…so he can stay inside, the p***y you gave away.”
Lord Mykel, reached his hand forward, and pulled the man up from the cliff. He looked at Qu’Xiang, and then back at the slave, “Now…go…and wish her Happy Birthday.”
Excerpt from the play, “The Eleven Heavens”
- Written by MD Revo