"What's happened? -Meira said to the Executioner.-
I was right didn't I? You are tired of treating me like a lady. Just when I started to enjoy it. What a weakling...
The Executioner felt ridiculed by his captive. He did prepare this new instrument of pain with care and a twisted sense of pride. He wanted to show Meira the tools that broke so many others before her. But she was made of a steel harder than any previous inhabitants of his dungeon.
He felt the urge to take an axe and kill her right there. But of course that was not an option. His king ordered him to keep her alive. In torment and broken, but alive.
The thing is, she was not broken yet. And a whole day has passed since he began her punishment. He needed to take things to another level.
You think this is the worst I can do to you?- he said as he grabbed her head with the hand wearing the spiked glove, forcing her to look at the next instrument he chose. It was another whip, but this time not made of leather but metal. It almost looked like a chain and was more a concussive tool than one made to cut flesh, and a lot more painful too.
Running out of ideas I see. You already used a whip on me. Pathetic.- Meira said at with a slight grin at the sight of the whip.
You haven't seen nothing yet, foolish woman.- The executor replied."
You think Meira will break now?
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