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[u]Basement, Western Farms[/u]
[@Over Illusion]

[quote]"Are you my Master?"[/quote]

A barely conscious Tom nods his head in response to the question, as the Servant pulls him up- or perhaps that was simply his neck flopping about. Whichever the case, the subsequent rough handling jolts him back into consciousness, his body’s emergency instincts kicking in as he impacts against the wall, landing painfully on the cold floor, slowly trying to stem the bleeding as he tries to let his mind put itself back together.

But he is given no such reprieve.

The imposing, the [i]royal[/i], the [b]heroic[/b] figure of the one he had summoned cuts through his shifting trains of thought and sears itself into his mind. 

There is no more doubt in his mind. There is no other possibility who this could be.

The words his Servant are to say-

[quote][b]"Hercules!"[/b][/quote]

[i]“-Hercules.”[/i]

A single tear falls from his working eye as he witnesses the final pose. His hands come together in raucous applause.

And then, confident in victory, and the relief that he may finally lose his debts, Tom falls to sleep.