I DO NOT OWN SPARTACUS: GODS OF THE ARENA OR THE DIALOGUE.
House of Batiatus, later that day.
The men continued their training under the watchful eye of the Doctore. As Flavius sparred with Crixus, he saw that Batiatus was watching from the balcony and it was clear to see that the man was not pleased. It came to a head when Dagon got the better of Indus and knocked him down on his ass. The slave raised two fingers, giving the sign of surrender. This finally pushed Batiatus over the edge.
"Doctore, send that fucking man to the mines!" He shouted as Doctore looked at him in shock. "Do it!" He reluctantly did as his master commanded and motioned for the guards to take the defeated slave.
"No, no Doctore." Indus begged as the guess dragged him away. "No Dominus!"
"We do not surrender in this fucking house, I will see these walls fall to ruin before missio is given!" Quintuple declared before his titans.
A solemn mood hung over the recruits for the remainder of the day. Flavors joined the others in carrying the heavy beam round and round until Doctore cracked his whip.
"Halt...rest!" He demanded as the recruits dropped their beams and drug themselves over to the chow line. The gladiators were taunting the recruits as they got their grub.
"Ah, your numbers shrink like frightened cock." Barca teased as Dagon moved to strike him. Asher tried to pull him back as the Syrians were pelted with food.
"Daeha tamuru , barshilunat sayakun lah yawmahu." (Let it pass, Barca will have his day.) Asher vowed as they went onto to the corner, their bodies caked with rotten food.
"A man is condemned to the mines and they all fucking jest." Crixus griped.
"If it were a brother lost, you would see the mood solemn." Asher clarified. "We must earn the fucking mark or follow Indus to his fate."
"I will not die a faceless slave forgotten by history." The Gaul vowed.
"Nor I, before my blade is stained with the blood of Septimus." Flavius added.
"We shall rise together." The Syrian vowed. "One day, all the republic will marvel at the sight of us."
"Gods willing." Flavius added as the men began to eat. The food ran over his tongue for a brief second before he spat it out.
"Fuck, he did it again!" Flavius shouted as Barca cheered.
"Fucking savages!" Asher added as he turned to Crixus. "They pissed...in the porridge." The men threw their bowls on the ground in disgust. As Flavius reconciled himself to going a night without food, he saw Diona peeking through the bars of the entrance. He quickly went over to see her.
"Diona, why have you come?" He asked.
"The desire to see you overtook me." She answered as she reached out her hand to his.
"The heart swells to see such a vision." Flavius said as Diona reacher her fingers through the bars and ran them over his chest.
"I would have you inside me, but this is all I can do presently." the slave said wistfully. "I pray you let me have this." Flavius nodded as Diona ran her fingers wherever she could touch his skin. They both breathed quickly as their thoughts raced and fantasies of carnal knowledge nearly overtook them.
NEXT TIME, FANTASIES WILL BE REALIZED. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.