Chapter 2

Representatives of large farm owners from all over Sicily gathered in Syracuse (the capital of Sicily) and presented Governor Nerva with a donation that he could not refuse. Nerva then signed a decree to suspend the release of slaves from the allied countries, and returned the 180 slaves who were originally prepared to be released to their masters.

These 180 slaves who had been unshackled rebelled after hearing the news. They killed their masters, robbed weapons, and occupied a fortress on the top of a mountain outside the city.

Nerva quickly assembled an army and launched an attack on the slaves. However, the fortifications of this era played a big role, and the governor besieged the fortress for a long time but could not capture it. So he pretended to withdraw his troops, and then used loyal house slaves to pretend to be defected slaves and sneak into the fortress with food.

At night, the house slaves quietly opened the gate of the fortress, and the Roman army rushed in and slaughtered all the rebellious slaves.

There are several quarries belonging to Latin nobles in the southwest of Sicily, which produce high-quality white marble. Because it is close to Africa, the quarries are almost all black slaves.

It rained yesterday, and the road was muddy and difficult to walk. The low-lying areas were soaked in water, and some feces were floating on the water. Soma carried a long strip of marble and walked up the muddy and stone road with difficulty.

The straw sandals were full of small stones, which hurt the feet. Donkeys would break their hooves when walking on such a gravel road.

There was a crack on his sole, because he had been carrying heavy objects on the gravel road, and there was no chance to heal. The long strip of marble he carried was suitable for carving into Roman statues, and they were taken away from the place where their gods could rule. It is said that after death, their souls cannot return to the place where they were born.

The quarry is ten people high from the ground. The only way to the ground is through a huge wooden door, which is heavily guarded by many armed thugs.

No more than ten people can go up there at a time, otherwise the thugs will break the rope and close the gate.

After passing the gate and turning a corner, Soma climbed to the ground, piled the marble on the oxcart, and came to the shed next to it. The manager scooped 6 spoonfuls of batter into the bowl according to the quality and size of the stones he brought up.

He opened his mouth like a vicious dog, drank it slowly, left a full mouthful, and walked down to the quarry.

The rule of this quarry is to exchange stones for food. There are a lot of stones in the food in the quarry, and Soma’s teeth were gradually broken. The back molars are almost worn out, and many of the front teeth are knocked off halfway, which looks like a mouthful of dog teeth. Now he doesn’t chew when he eats, he just swallows it.

He left a mouthful of batter because Okazi, who was of the same tribe as him, was injured and he had to feed him.

If Okazi died, he would lose the only person who could talk to him and worship the same gods as him.

“Pah~” A stone was thrown down from a high place and hit not far from Soma. He looked in the direction of the stone’s trajectory. It was a little boy in a white robe with a gold badge on his shoulder, standing on a high place and throwing stones at people for fun.

“Woo-hoo” The little boy saw Soma looking at him, made a face at him, and picked up stones to throw at him. This was the son of the owner of the quarry. He heard that the old man was dead, and this child who looked only five or six years old was the new owner of the quarry.

He came to inspect with his mother, and kept throwing stones from above, injuring many slaves, but no one stopped him. Instead, the thugs would pick up handfuls of small stones for him. Soma walked under the sleeping shed and fed the batter to Okazi mouth to mouth.

“Thank you.” Okazi said.

Soma nodded and went to move stones again. The hunger in his body drove him to continue working.

Soma looked up at the sun. God Niamumu, can you really not control this place? Why do you make us suffer so much?

He didn’t understand. Aren’t the sun in his hometown the same as the sun here? Why do people say that the sun god Niamumu can’t control the Romans’ place?

They said that the sun god here is called Apollo, and he only blesses the Romans who are more ferocious than the lions on the grassland.

Soma saw seven people carrying a huge marble. The four people in front pulled it with a rope, and Soma joined them and pushed it up with the other three people behind with wood.

If this stone can be carried up, we can have enough porridge today. Eight people carried this big stone, walking and resting, and moving up step by step with difficulty. Just as they passed the big wooden door and turned a corner and were about to reach the ground, the two people in front suddenly slipped and the wood that the two people behind broke.

The marble paused for a moment and began to slide down. Soma threw the stick and ran away. The marble rolled up and he hid behind the pillar of the wooden door.

“Bang~” With a dull thud, the marble hit the door pillar heavily. Soma was knocked over and slid down the slippery road. The protruding stones on the ground scratched his thighs and palms. The marble changed direction after hitting the door frame and rolled directly towards him. He was so scared that he used his hands and legs to struggle to escape, but the slippery slope made him unable to use his strength. “Ah~” Soma’s legs were pressed by the huge marble, and he continued to slide down. His legs were like being clamped in a millstone, grinding into pieces, leaving long blood and flesh on the slope.

He knew that his legs were gone, but he felt a piercing pain in his toes. “Ah~” A childish scream also sounded. It turned out that the door frame was violently shaken by the marble, causing the place where the young master was standing to slide. He slid down the stone wall, rolled on the ground, and fell beside Soma. Soma was so shocked that he forgot to scream. Although the young master also suffered some skin injuries, he was basically fine. He was also looking at him in shock, and the two stared at each other.

Soma felt that the strength lost because of the grinding of his thigh gradually returned, and the pain seemed not so intense, and everything became slow. “Get the master back!!!” Soma heard a woman’s shrill cry above, and the young master struggled to get up and run away. Soma grabbed the young master who was about to escape, opened his mouth and bit the young master’s ear, and pulled it hard and bit it off.

So tender! Little master, you are so delicious! He couldn’t remember the last time he ate meat, but he was sure that he had never tasted such tender and refreshing meat. No meat could compare with the young master. In an instant, he fell in love with the young master, the person who owned him. At this moment, the pain completely disappeared, his face flushed, and he was extremely strong. “Ah!!!” The little master’s scream was so pleasant, this was the music that Soma integrated him into his body.

“Wow~~” Soma saw many thugs with various weapons rushing down from above, he knew they were here to snatch his beloved little master. The little master is mine! I won’t give it to you, even if I destroy it! He grabbed the little master’s delicate waist with both hands and smashed it hard on the marble.

The little master’s beautiful little head hit the stone, and the blood splashed out was like a blooming red flower, that was unrestrained life.

When the first thug rushed in front of him, he had already smashed the little master on the marble five times. He saw the thug’s dagger coming straight to his face, and he also saw the slaves on the side running with hammers, crowbars, and stones. Most of the thugs rushed down, and Soma knew they had no chance to go up again.

He saw this last scene, and his eyes were slashed by the dagger, a flash of white light followed by gray. Then he felt a sharp pain from his shoulder to his chest, because the dagger had pierced his chest directly from his shoulder. The dagger was pulled out again, and Soma fell backwards. “Crackling”, the sound of branches breaking, a feeling of falling like waking up from a dream.

Soma fell from the branch and hit the mud. He climbed up and saw a familiar scene, this was the small lotus pond in his hometown. It was already dark, and he quickly got up and ran home. He climbed over the bushes and crossed the stream. He had run this path countless times and was very familiar with the terrain. His eyes were filled with sticky tears that he could never wipe away. He missed home too much. It seemed that he had run on the same road several times, and he became more and more panicked. He was afraid that he could not run away.

As he ran, he shouted anxiously: “Mom! Mom!” Finally, the forest opened up, and he ran out and saw the familiar hut. Standing at the door was the dark figure he missed all the time.

Mom! I’m back.

Aokachi was startled by the shouting, and when he walked out of the shed with a stick, he saw Soma was killed by the thugs. All the slaves in the quarry ran to the exit and fought with the thugs. When he staggered to Soma’s body, the slaves had killed the thugs and rushed up.

There were dead bodies all around, slaves, thugs, and a little boy with a missing penis and a smashed head. Soma was dead, and Okachi did not rush up, but started digging a pit. He couldn’t let Soma’s body be exposed here.

When Okachi buried Soma and climbed up with a stick, it was getting dark. As soon as he got to the ground, he smelled the smell of batter. There was batter in several large pots. The other slaves seemed to be full.

He picked up the bowl on the ground and scooped up the batter and ate it in big mouthfuls. His body, which had been hungry and thirsty for a long time, was finally moistened. Every part of his body was cheering.

After eating until his stomach was full, Okachi noticed the slaves’ laughter and scolding coming from the tent.

He walked slowly with a stick and saw a terrible woman tied to a wooden table. The slaves were taking turns raping her. The woman’s limbs were tied to the four legs of the table with ropes, and she couldn’t move at all. Her mouth was also tied with ropes and couldn’t close.

The terrible thing about her was that her breasts had been bitten into a bloody mess, her nose and eyelids had been bitten off, and her two eyeballs seemed to fall out of her eye sockets. Her upper and lower lips were also bitten off, revealing her sharp teeth. She was like a devil crawling out of hell. Maybe she had been tortured for a long time, and she seemed to have no strength to even moan. Only her two eyeballs could still move, and blood and tears kept flowing from both sides of her eye sockets, letting people know that she was still alive.

“Okachi, you are not dead yet! Line up here, it will be your turn soon.”

“Who is this woman?” Okachi shook his head. This scene was too terrible. He was not a beast, so how could he have desire for such a terrible woman.

“Don’t you know yet? She is our mistress.”

When Okachi heard this, his blood immediately surged. Because of his physical deficiency, his penis, which had not been erected for a long time, actually became hard. A thick layer of semen had accumulated on the table board and the ground under the mistress’s crotch. I don’t know how many people had ejaculated in the mistress’s body. When the man in front of him ejaculated in the mistress’s body with a howl, Okachi could not wait to insert his penis into her body, cried and threw himself on her, biting the flesh on her shoulder.

The next morning, the mistress was dead. Some people nailed her to a cross specially used to punish slaves, and her eyeballs finally fell out and hung beside her face. Okaci followed the team out of the quarry with a cane. The leader said he was going to attack other quarries and large farms to liberate the slaves there.

... Castor was a slave of Governor Nerva. He was a mixed-race. The slaves in the family privately rumored that he was the product of a one-night stand between his mistress and a Thracian gladiator. Castor had lived in the slaves’ house since he could remember, and it was impossible to tell whether it was true or not. But he did receive certain preferential treatment during his growth process. He accompanied little Nerva to study, so he learned Latin. After he became an adult, he took on the job of delivering letters to his master. The master promised to release him when he was 30 years old and let him serve as the manager of an estate.