Captured By the Orc Ch. 09

Chapter Nine: Inside and Out "Show me your ass." Dalthu moved toward Samson with the instrument. It looked like a wineskin, but instead of wine, this one held soapy water. A hollow reed was attached to the swollen bladder. If you applied pressure to the sack, the tube would direct the flow of water wherever you liked. Samson was certain he knew where Dalthu planned to direct it, and he was certain he was not going to like it. "No thanks." Samson grabbed the edge of the bathing pool and began to clamber out. A low warning growl echoed in the room and Samson froze. Dalthu's face appeared calm, but his lips thinned into a dangerous line as he said, "I gave you a command, breeder." So it's "breeder" now, is it? He knew he didn't want an angry orc on his hands, but he also didn't want the damnable contraption anywhere near him. "I'm clean enough." "Do you think I will allow even a speck of Baronk's filth to stay