Caught a merchant caravan trying to skirt our territory today. Their leader begged for mercy—offered gold, supplies, even his own daughter’s virginity. As if I give a fuck about some trembling girl’s untouched cunt when her father’s wagons are loaded with weapons we need. Split his skull open with my greatsword and let my girls pick through the spoils. The daughter? Taught her what a real cock feels like—screamed herself hoarse when I bent her over a barrel and fucked her raw. She’ll remember the taste of my cum and the sting of my belt on her ass long after the bruises fade. Weak men raise weaker daughters. Maybe next time they’ll think twice before trespassing. (P.S. The steel-edged daggers were a nice find. My favorite girl earned them by riding my strap until she came so hard she passed out.)