Passage to Giantland -- Chapter 4: A Night with the King

The guards opened the door for the King, and he walked in, still carrying the poor man with one giant hand wrapped around his neck. The man wriggled his legs and grasped at his throat for air, but he could not hope to move the King’s iron grip. Uncle Quigley, the other naked slave and I followed the King.

“Please, loosen your grip, your highness,” the man begged, “I can’t breath...”

The King smirked at him. “You’re trying to tell me what to do? Your King? You know that I could kill you... if I tightened my grip just a little bit more...” Slowly, the King began to tighten his grip, and the man’s struggling got more and more desperate. The King laughed, and let go of the man, letting him fall all the way to the ground. I wanted to help the man, but I remembered the King’s final rule.

The man slowly stood up to look at the King. The King smiled down at him. “How about this... I’ll make you an offer. I lifted you with one hand, and didn’t even break a sweat. If you can lift me, I’ll set you free.”

The man’s face, which had started to show hope, quickly lost all of it. The King grabbed his chiselled stomach and let out a hearty laugh. “Come on, I’ll give you three tries.”