Visit an old enemy

You know just the rich city leader you want to rob. Four years earlier when you were still new to your trade you made a rookie mistake of not scouting out your escape route well enough. The guards that caught you were decent enough men under the circumstances, but the judge who sentenced you was a twisted individual. Orestes of Panedrea personally oversaw your whipping, delighting in the sound of the straps biting into your skin. You still burn at the memory of standing bound to the public square whipping post wearing only a wrap around your waist while he counted the strokes. The gaunt, black-haired man with the small sharp eyes and thin lips continued his lechery even as he pretended to show you mercy by rubbing a salve onto your striped back.

The coolness of the lotion was no relief at all when it was accompanied by the filthy words he whispered in your ears as his bony fingers rubbed the salve into the skin. Orestes had publicly announced to the citizens gathered in the square to see the daily flogging that his harsh treatment had driven the evil from you, but to you he whispered:

"You are nothing but a slut, thief, and I will take your sweet ass over and over again until I tire of your broken body." Even today your heart rate quickens as you think of his hypocrisy. That wealthy patrician was judging you, when his soul was as twisted and black as the poison waters of the river Styx.

The sanctimonious hypocrite announced loudly that in his mercy, he would pay for your stay at the Temple of Apollo so your back could heal completely, and you could be taught the value of the law. He cut you down from the whipping post catching you as your body collapsed from the shock and pain seeming to cushion your fall to the cobblestones below. But as his arm caught your slender frame, he cupped your breast with his cold hand and as his bony fingers clawed cruelly into your soft flesh. His voice was pitched so only you could hear as he told you quietly that you would be brought to his mansion that very night so he could fuck you while you back was still raw and your screams would excite his passion.

Despite the pain you were able to twist away from the guards who were carrying you away; and once free in the streets, there were few people in all of Athenapolis that could match your speed and agility. Orestes never saw you again - you made sure of that.

But you saw Orestes again. Over the next few months you stalked him like a tom cat stalking a wounded rat. You followed him from the court building to his home and once you knew where he lived you made it a point to keep an eye on the Judge's activities. It was not easy, Orestes was a very wealthy man, his mansion was guarded like a palace and he always traveled with sharp-eyed mercenary guards but over the months you slowly learned all you could about the man. You watched as he spoke publicly with passion about the failing morality of the city, and the need for stricter laws and consequences for the guilty. Always he claimed, not to punish the sinners but to help those who had fallen find their path back to path of light and wisdom.

It took a while, but you also discovered his darker side. The righteous city patriarch would secretly attend private parties hosted by some of the most dangerous men in the city's underworld. He met with representatives from the slavers guild in the early morning hours, and once you even saw a slaver leading from Orestes' house a young woman that you recognized; she had been the fearless leader of a street gang and had disappeared from the streets a month earlier. As she shuffled by less than twenty feet from where you stood in the shadows, and you could see nothing of the spirited girl you once knew in the dull eyes staring blankly at the ground by her feet.

As much as you wanted ****, you were not going to risk that fate. But now, with most of Athenapolis' mercenaries gone, and the city in chaos, now might be an excellent time to visit Orestes of Panedrea.