Unchained Anselm and his fight for life

Anselm had tricked one of his guards into entering the cell and even better the man had asked his colleague to lock the door behind him, clearly thinking that without keys his prisoner was safe whatever happened. Anselm knew of a secret passageway however that he hoped would be his route to freedom. A fleeting glimpse of an evening of wine, women and song filled his brain but he chastised himself. The game’s afoot, the task not yet completed, concentrate!

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“I’ll tell you what” the sly Anselm began, “if you let me down, even for a moment, I will tell you where you can access ten of the coins... This position is straining my limbs brother and I need some respite, I cannot hang here any longer without screaming out in agony... and after all there is no escape, the door is locked and an armed guard stands outside...”

The guard thought it over and concurred that there was no danger. He would let the monk down but instead of settling for ten gold coins he would then work on getting some more. If the monk was loose he could beat him on his back and those scars would remain hidden from his boss whom he knew would use the pendulum on this victim, thus keeping the reasons behind the beating hidden.

“Very well, but one wrong move and so help me i will tear you apart piece by piece do you hear me?”

“I am in no state to offer any resistance soldier, I’m sure you can see that much. Ten gold coins then....”

The guard took the band of keys from his belt and unlocked the manacles keeping Anselm hanging from the wall. As Anselm was released he fell to his knees and made a great show of wheezing, coughing and moaning and thus lulling his captor into a false sense of security. As the soldier dragged him to his feet Anselm, who had himself fought in the crusades and remained in good shape through his regular exercise of lusty sex, sprang up and smashed the manacles into the guard’s face before crunching his knee into his abdomen. As the guard doubled over Anselm brought the manacles crashing down onto the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

Stage two of Anselm’s escape plan has been a success but will he make it out alive and what of the lovely Anna Maria? Find out soon as this Silk Stocking Story continues.