In 55 Words FD MC Challenge 2017 – Day 351
I dreamt of Ancient Rome last night. I dreamt of chariot races and gladiatorial contests. I was a gladiator for some reason. Everything played out normally until a woman stepped into the arena. The dream then spiraled into a kink fest like no other, the details of which I choose to keep to myself. 😉 Nonetheless, the impression left by it all was enough to inspire this one. As for the pun at the end, it just had to come out (and yes, this pun is intended too). Enjoy the rest of your weekend.
“Come at me,” she goaded him. He charged, sword in hand.
“Come to me,” she whispered, eyes glowing. He faltered, lost his grip, began walking towards her.
“Come with me,” she suggested. He obediently followed.
“Come for me,” she commanded. He did. The crowd cheered.
To the victor, the spoils. To the loser, the spill.