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.
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