《A gladiators life》


 The droplet of water falls on the head.

    A blonde haired man was shackled to a red bricks tone wall, his arms completely white and drained of blood.


    Anyone who would look at him would have thought of him as dead and yet small and quiet breaths escape his rose red lips.


    Bones protruded out of his dirt encased skin and a brown loincloth was drapped onto his waist.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    The dungeon in which he is located in is dark,barely anything could be seen. Light only coming out of the outer rooms which made the dungeons barely visible.


    Droplets of water hit the shackled man''s head,each time he grunted and recoiled.


    Then suddenly with a loud clank his hands were freed and he fell face first on the ground

 The beginnings

    Aralt washed himself, the water sliding down his skin was a sensation he hadn''t felt for months. The bar of soap he used was of lavender scent and he used it excessively. Sometimes  he would stop the water and soap himself and then continue with showering.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    After an hour of bath he got out of the tub for washing, he wrapped the green towel on himself and stared at his clothes.


    "Man I hope they aren''t dirty." Aralt thought as he regretted not putting them on after washing. Aralt sighed and grabbed his clothing and went to his room