As someone born into Roman elite as the second generation, he understood from an early age that seeking thrill and pleasure was the meaning of his life. To realize his life philosophy, he participated in both lawful and unlawful activities, with few brutal spectacles he hadn't witnessed.
But he had to admit, the brutal spectacle before him was something he truly hadn't seen before.
The manager of the execution bar was right in front of him, and the manager's splattering blood sprayed onto his face, with quite a few shards of bones falling into his mouth.
He closed his mouth, his lips moving slightly, then braced his neck and, unafraid of scratching his esophagus, swallowed the blood-mixed bone shards into his stomach.
Thud thud.
Thud thud
What was that sound?
It was his heartbeat.
Tasting the remains in his mouth, he never felt so clearly alive.
