Chapter 9

Carl didn’t listen, the word “degenerate” echoing through his mind. He felt slightly sick—and horrified.

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The cadets left the hall in silence, returning to their respective study rooms. But, during their evening meal, there was some tentative, subdued discussion of what they had seen. For some reason, Ben joined their little group, and he was the one who asked questions that the others would not have dared express.

“I don’t quite get it,” he said. “The guy was being executed. I mean, sure, what that pirate did was disgusting to watch. But getting fellatio right before you die, what’s the big problem with that? I mean, you’re going to go to your Maker, so why not go with some final moment of physical pleasure?”