Snippet from chapter 5
Denis’ torturer was not so calm. He had a reputation to protect, and it was a bad one. In terms of torturers the worse your reputation the better your pay. He stood alone in an antechamber next to the torture cell. On the table before him lay the tools of his trade: a miniature Scavenger’s Daughter for compressing the genitals, the Diabhal’s hat thumbs and toe screws and The Pear of Anguish.
The Torturer was quite proud of ‘The Pear’, he had previously sodomised his victims personally but that had given him slightly conflicted feelings; he knew he had to stop when during one session he found himself kissing a rather confused Danish spy. The Pear did the job nicely and its protractible spikes never failed to get a good scream.