by now I have read just the first part of these last two post:
Excellent description about that terrifying place.It was a large building with three levels, purpose built by the Prince-Bishop. The bottom level was of stone, and was almost entirely below ground. The ground and second floors were of wood, of very solid construction.
The ground floor was where the accused witch would be shaved, inspected for witch's marks, and where the initial questioning would begin.
If the witch was cooperative and repentant, she would be taken up to the second floor. She would be placed in a more comfortable cell, she would be fed comparatively well, and if she confessed fully and denounced other witches in her circle, then the possibility was held out that after serving a minor penance, usually involving giving up all her family's earthly belongings and land, as well as long and regular stints in a pillory and public floggings, she might ultimately be reunited with Mother Church. This was Heaven.
If, on the other hand, the accused insisted on her innocence despite the evidence against her and the councils of benevolent and concerned clergy, then she would be taken to the lowest level, where awaited smaller, danker, less comfortable cells and the various devices of persuasion. This was Hell
nice description tooIt was cool and dark below ground, and if Janine hadn't been in so much pain she might have felt relief at the cool flagstone on her bare feet. But she was far beyond feeling any relief at something so trivial
Lovely and crude walk of shameJanine sputtered, gagged and nearly fell.
I guess I didn't get this quite well, are these the "good guys"?and the councils of benevolent and concerned clergy
Very vivid sceneHer nostrils widened like a winded or terrified horse. He could feel short, sharp gasps of air. Her breasts heaved and her stomach muscles tightened and stood out with strain and the effort of simply breathing through the pain.
He improvise, smart guardHe pressed her upper legs together, and, lubricated by her moisture, thigh fucked her
this is rarely pointed out in other stories, of course he would have a fetid breath, this is 1581He began to grunt like an animal in rut, bursts of fetid breath slapping her in the face
None of the other witches were left like this in their cells, Lovely!While she was struggling he had backed out of the cell and had closed the door.