-I dont care for their miserable lives, I really dont have the time for this shit- A man said through the corridor walking in a big hurry. Not an houer has passed and already i hear so much activity. -Prisioner 018 is going to be executed on the guillotine this night my Lord- another voice said. What was going on out there? as steps were louder and louder until i heard some women starting to cry.... -Good, make the guillotine ready and please, no more mistakes Michael- the man said -Yes my Lord- he said, suddenly one steps fainted away throught the corridor as the mistery man started to walk again and stopped -Prisioner 210 you will be executed tomorrow morning, any last wish you can write it on this paper- he said and i only heard the woman crying and a something dropping on the floor. Steps were louder and louder, i just sitted there wondering what was going on out there until the misterious man arrived.
Standing there outside my cell i could have a great sight of him, tall, grey hare, firm body, he look way older than me -So you are the new girl, never seen some one of your age here- he said, as i only contemplated him, watching him, i was confused, cause.. he is really good looking, really nice, what does such a handsome man doing in such a horrible place. -They say I killed a Lady, i really didnt kill her- i tell him scared, as my hearth was again beathing faster and faster. -Im an not the one to judge....- he said and he stood there looking at me, i was wondering whats no his mind -Anyway, Miranda, your new name is Prisioner 510. now... FACE TO THE WALL HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD NOW!- he said in a very intimidating voice, very loud making me jump in fear as i quickly got up and faced the wall putting my hands aboce my head leaning them on the cold concrete wall. My legs started to shake as i hear how he opens my cell door and enters, making loud noises with his boots.
He takes my arms and painfully pulls them down and quicly cuffs them togheter on my back as one of his wrists holds my hair causing my face to crush on the wall. Then a strong pull and he leads me oud of the cell -Come on!- he says as i walk all naked feeling the look of so many women and him.
We walked through a long corridor, no sentence said by any of us. Just walking, my naked feet feeling the cold of the floor. We arrived a big iron door, the one he opens and i see a big room, he forces me in pushing me, then forced me to kneel down as i watch in horror of the place... a chair full of spikes, a rack, a X cross, a T cross, lots of chains hanging from the ceiling, rings on the wall, poles, wooden horse, and many other gruesom devices. -Up beatiful, up up- he said taking again my arm and pulling me up, leading me to the chair full of spikes, but before sitting me he uncuffed me, once uncoffed he helped me to sit down until i felt all my weight on my legs ass and back, making it unconfortable, once sitting my hands were tied to cuffs attached to the arm resters wich also had spikes, also my feet were cuffed. There i was tied feeling slowly as the spikes were doing their work on my body as he then walked to a long table preparing stuff as i slowly feel the humilliation and pain.
Oh my god, this is... hurting me, i slowly start feeling the spikes making me feel unconfortable. The torturer then comes back to me, holding a iron plate full of something inside i couldnt see, but he puts it under my feet, then he walks back and brings a small chair and looks at me -I must say, its weird having some one like you here- he says as i try to concentrate in not feeling the pain, sweat starts to slowly come out of my body making it slowly shiny and wet. -I... I... I do... dont understand...- I say in fear and slowly getting pain -Oh well, look at you, you arent bad looking at all, its not common that girls like you end up in this nasty places- he says with a little smile -what?- i ask him not understanding - Never mind, so lets see what we have here - the man said taking a paper and starting to read it -mhm... ah yes.... Mhmmm.. I see, so Miranda, 22 years old, killer of Lady Avoca, sentenced to 6 days of torture and execution in the noose by short drop, interesting indeed- he says taking a box of matches out and turning it own and then he bends down turning the stuff that was inside the plate.... it didnt take long until i slowly started... oh... oh my god... the heat.. the heat is growing -What?? what is it??? its hot.....- i say... i say in pain... i feel it, i need to escape the pain, making my feet move, but they are cuffed not able to escape the intense heat of the flames, and the more i move teh more i feel the spikes making it extremely painfull -So witchcraft huh?- the man says looking at me -Noooo nooo please turn it off please I BEG YOU- I tell him, feeling so much pain -Why be a witch girl?- he asked me, i was confused.. what the hell does he want me to tell? -No witch IM NO WITCH PLEASEE- i scream in pain and he puts the plate away, as i caress my feet wich are terrible in pain and hot -answer my question- he says now looking at me very seriously -I promise i am not a witch... you dont have even proves i am- i tell him -I do, here, you see? its written on the paper as witnesses saw you doing witchcraft- he says pushing the plate again under my feet. The intense heatness make tears start to flow from my eyes, i just want this to stop, to stop the agony but deep inside me i know it wont stop, who would have believed thats this kind of handsome man does such horrible stuff -CONFESS!!- He screams as i cry very loud moaning and trying to escape the heat, but there more i try to escape the heat the more i feel the spikes impaling on my skin -IM NO WITCH!!!!! PLEASEEE BELIEVE ME- i scream in horror. He takes the plate again away and walks away leaving me there in the not well lighted room as i cry in silence waiting.
After some minutes of suffering alone on the chair he comes back -confess- he says again -Im no witch... please- i tell him in tears -mm, alright then beautiful- he says, did he believe me? He starts to uncuff me, helping me to stand up, but the pain on my feet soles are so inmense due the burning that i fall down on my knees -Up beautiful come on, we are not done yet... - he says helping me to get up, i stand up and try to walk with him but its difficult and i fall multiple times down, my feet are hurting me too much. On my knees he leaves me there and goes to a wall full of ropes and other devices, taking rope he comes back -hands infront of your face please- he says, i put my hands like he says and he starts to tie them up togheter tight, i slowly can feel the pressure on my wrists. Once tied, he lowered a chain with a hook, and immediatly he hooked my tied hands to the hook, then slowly started to lift me up, slowly me knees left the floor as I then had to use my feet again, but he lifted me more and more until my feet lost the floor. All the pressure was on my wrists, feeling the weight of my body. Hanging there and slowly rotating watching the big torture chamber i see him drag something, the wooden horse, spreding my legs and pulling it under me. After that moment my hands were already hurting a lot, feeling the inmense pain of my weight. My shoulders also were taking lots of the pain as i tryed to close my eyes due the pain feeling.
Suddenly he lowers me, and then as i imaged... the weight is now all on my pubis, the shape of this wooden horse, like a inverted V was making lots of pressure on my pubis, making it feel a inmense unconfortable pain. Ouch... it really hurts... but it dont stop there, as i feel now my feet being tied to one of the wooden horse legs... totally helpless and in pain, trying to lift me up with my wrists tied to the hook to realise the pain i get tired and again have to go down so my pubis suffer. Everything just because i was wrongly accused.
-Now we are going to do this in my way, im going to ask... and you are going to answer... and at the beginning i wont believe you at all- he says showing me some weird torture devices -and then im going to ask you again and i still wont believe you- he says showing me another devices -and at the end... i will ask you one more time, and then im going to believe you... deal?- he asks -noo. no deal please this is wrong i didnt do anything- i begged him, i was scared, i didnt want to suffer, he then showed me one of his torture devices, i looked at it, i looked at it scared and shocked -This, is the breastripper, I also call it the spider- he says walking next to me, his strong hands starts to caress my little breasts, feeling them, -such a shame i have to torture these, they look so cute- he says, I look at them confused and them look at him in panic -Please dont torture me i beg you Sir, please please please dont please- i beg him, i really didnt want him to torture me, i could sense he was a expect making me suffer.
The torture starts, as the device is putted on my right breast, and slowly crushed... and it starts to hurt, the device has many spikes, but more sharp like the ones on the chair, as i slowly feel my breast being crushed and crushed.. ouch ouch please..... i close my eyes, my wrsits start to struggle -Confess- he says... i didnt want to say yes, because i really didnt do it, and if I say yes im totally doomed -NO im no witch please- and then i feel the inmense pain, the spikes stab me, my poor right breast now stabbed and grabbed by the torture device, a loud scream comes out of me as i feel little blood strains coming out of my breasts, but thats not all, he now starts to move the device, rotating it a bit, pulling it making the pain so inmense i only can scream -YESSS YESSS IM A WITCH PLEASE STOP STOP IT PLEASE AAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!- i scream in horror and pain but he doesnt stop at the beginning... -such a shame, i really loved your breasts, but... i still dont believe you- he says, opening the device and letting my breast just there full of holes hanging again, blood starts to flow down my body and tears run on my face. The man walks away and then comes back holding a thin stick -Confess- he says -Im a witch i told you i am i am please please i beg you no more!!!- i tell him scared, the pain of my right breast and the pain of the wooden horse were driving me crazy i just wanted to tell what he wanted to hear -I dont believe you- he says and starts hitting me with the device on my back ZAAAAZ..ZAAAZ....ZAAAZ. Forcing me to arch my back -aaaah please dont aaaah stop- the thin stick was so thin i could feel how it opened sometimes my skin, as blood again started to flow down my back,, there was no mercy, there was nothing. just pain and suffering as the hits on my back were done, he then continued on my front -Confess- he says again -I TOLD YOU!!- i scream back ZAZ, ZAZ....ZAZ....ZAZ as my belly starts to feel the hits, the cuts, the pain everything until he stops.
I am just hanging there in pain, no more sounds comes out of me, nothing, -Last chance, confess- he says -no... no...w....wi....- i couldnt talk anymore, i felt so much pain, so scared, my body was shaking in fear and pain -alright then- he says untying my feet and then lifting the chain so im hanged from my wrists again as he pulls the wooden horse away and there is nothing under my feet again, he comes back and caresses my feet -you are going to stay up there the rest of the day and night so you have time to confess your actions beautiful- he says and walks away slaping with his hand my ass. I moan and just think about the horror of being left in that painfull suspension. There was nothing to think about, there was nothing, only pain and suffering. I was just hanging there feeling how my blood slowly started to dry and think about what my next tortures.... -please... dont go- i said quietly, i didnt want to be alone. But then, there i was.. totally alone so I closed my eyes... and waited.
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Here is what I would say :
"I don't care for their miserable lives. I really don't have the time for this, shit!" A man said through the corridor walking, in a big hurry. Not an hour has passed, in My tiny cell, and already I hear so much activity.
"Prisoner, 018 is going to be executed, on the guillotine this night, my Lord!" another voice said, meekly. What was going on out there? I ask myself, as steps were louder and louder, until i heard some women starting to cry loud....
"Good, make the guillotine ready, please, no more mistakes Michael!" the man said. "Yes, yes my Lord!" the other man said, suddenly one steps fainted away throughout the corridor as the mystery man started to walk again. He walked slowly, like He really own all this place.
He stoped. "Ah! Prisoner, 210 you will be executed tomorrow morning. Any last wish! You can write it on this paper!" he said, in a calm tone, I only heard the woman crying pitiful. Something dropping on the floor. Steps were louder and louder, i just sited there wondering what was going on out there. Until the mysterious man arrived.
Standing there outside my cell. I could have a great sight of him, tall, grey hair, firm body, covered in His dark grey uniform, thats look with His hair, somewhat nice. Miranda what are you thinking here? A inner voice yells.
He look way older than me. "So you are the new girl. Never seen some one of your age here!" he said, as I only contemplated him. Watching him, i was confused, cause.. he! He is really good looking, really nice. What does such a strong and handsome man doing in such a horrible place.
"They say I killed a Lady, i really didn't kill her" i tell him scared, as my heart was again bathing faster and faster.
"Im an not the one to judge...." he said and he stood there looking at me. I was wondering whats no his mind.
"Anyway, Miranda, your new name is Prisoner 510! Till we can use the number for a new one. now..." His voice lower the tone. Becoming more menacingly. "FACE TO THE WALL! HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD, NOW!" he growled in a very intimidating voice. Very loud, harsh, strong and controlling. So demanding! It making me jump in fear, as i quickly got up. I faced the wall putting my hands above my head. Leaning them on the cold concrete wall. My legs started to shake as I hear how 'He' opens my cell door and enters slowly. Making loud noises with his heavy boots.
He takes my arms, painfully pulls them down and quickly cuffs them together on my nude bare back, as one of his wrists holds my hair causing my face to crush hard on the wall. Then with a strong pull, he leads me out of the cell "Come on!-" he says, as i walk all naked feeling the look of so many women and him.
We walked through a long corridor, no sentence said by any of us. Just walking, my naked feet feeling the coarse cold floor. We arrived a big iron door. The one he opens, i see a big room. He forces me in, pushing me, then forced me to kneel down, as i watch in horror of the place... A chair full of spikes, a rack, a X cross, a T cross, lots of chains hanging from the ceiling, rings on the wall, poles, wooden horse, and many other gruesome, tortures devices.
"Up now, beautiful, up up! Hurry!" he said, with His deep maskulin voice, taking again my arm, in His big hand, and pulling me, powerful as He is, easily up. Leading me to the chair, full of spikes, but before sitting me in. He unchained me, once unchained he helped me to sit down, until I felt all my weight on my legs, ass and back. Making it uncomfortable, once sitting my hands were tied to cuffs, attached to the arm resters.
With also had sharp spikes, also my feet were cuffed. Some tight leather straps, forced my bare soles down to the pointed spikes.
There now, I was tied completely to the chair. Feeling slowly as the spikes were doing their work, on my naked body. As He then walked to a long table, preparing stuff, as I slowly feel the humiliation and pain.
Oh my god, this is... hurting me, i slowly start feeling the spikes making me feel uncomfortable. He the torturer, my torturer then comes back to me. He holding a iron plate full of something inside, I couldn't see, but he puts it under my feet. Then he walks back to bring a small chair, He looks at me "I must say, its weird having someone like you here!" he says, as I try to concentrate in not feeling the pain. Cold sweat starts to slowly come out of my body, making it slowly shiny and wet. Every single pore is now opening, I know my pure fear will be so smell, to everyone, everyone around in this room.
"I... I... I do... don't understand...?" I say, in fear and slowly rising pain.
"Hmm...! Oh well, look at you! You aren't bad looking at all. It's not common, that a sexy girls like you end up in this nasty place! Ending at all!" he says with a little mocking smile.
"What?" i ask him not understanding.
"Never mind, so lets see what we have here !" the harsh man said, taking a paper and starting to read it.
"Hmhm... ah yes.... Mhmmm..
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