<strong>Matriana is very upset</strong><br/><br/>Matriana remained on the bed and watched the antics of the terrified slave; she might even have been amused in other circumstances, for there was nothing like the fear of a young slave boy to please her. Yes that was far more fun than fornication, after all there were so few that could satisfy her needs. In his time Bastian had, now Amplus may have to take on the position, should the need arise.<br/><br/>However still with the vision of horror on her face, such a wonderful mask to wear …to even bring fear to one as the man that now stood before her, “This…This slave murdered my…my Bastian…see how he shakes and shivers. How…How dare you allow this. We came here to aid you and this is how we are repaid…” She sobbed a little and her flesh rippled with each sob of ‘sorrow’.<br/><br/>“Rome will hear of this…” Indeed her plan was slowly formulating, and Bastian had been so kind to put that into place. “This slave I believe has also murdered two of your female slaves…my husband told me of the insult he found when he entered his room….” The woman let out another sob, “Why do you treat us in such a manner…” Matriana held the cold corpse close in a mask of grief…”We could have offered so much to you and this Ludus.”<br/><br/>“Oh my poor Bastian…” Yes this might work in her favour indeed…much better than the woman had ever expected.<br/>