In the attic below, the ogre rattled his chains and growled. He was hungry and alone, and his master was late. Finally, the door flew open and in walked his master, Shah.
“Master Shah. Otto hungry!” the ogre snarled.
Shah lowered his hood and took a few steps toward the lowly ogre he named “Otto.”
“I have a surprise for you, my dear Otto.”
Otto jumped and stomped, “Otto LOVE surprise!”
Shah opened the burlap sack and unleashed a nest of two dozen bats into the dimly lit hollow chamber. “If you want to eat, my dear friend, then first you must catch them!” He proceeded to laugh sinisterly as he shuffled out of the room and locked the door behind him.
Otto grimaced and groaned and howled in anger. “Otto no like! Otto no like! Shah!!! Shah!!!!!” He pulled and jerked the chains wildly, causing some of the links to snap. A few more violent yanks and one of his hands was free, then the other. He made quick work of his two leg chains and then started tearing the room apart looking for a weapon.
On the far side wall, he ripped the panel off and uncovered a large silver dagger, one that had been there for ages.
His mind raced with images of murderous vengeance and ripping out organs and body parts. Yes. Yes!!! He would tear Shah apart and rip his heart from his chest while still beating and eat it as Shah died!!!
“Good! Good!!!” Otto jumped up and down on the creaky floor as debris fell from the ceiling.
But first, he was going to, in palindromic rage, stab shahs bats!!!