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The Fallen Angel
Guest
Torment by knife and fire.
Dalal smiled as she tended the hot irons. The tips must be yellow but the handle not too hot to hold. The irons in this case must be hot enough to burn through flesh and reseal it. Koshka's screams filled the warm spring air as the High Priestess Fuamnach studied which part of Koshka's right breast to torment next. Fuamnach could keep her victims squealing for days and nights before applying the sacrificial knife to end the misery.
The Arachna Coven had taken their first prisoner from CruxDreams. They added sleeping potion to Count Makar's champagne and waited for it to take effect. For years the Arachna Coven had suffered at the hands of the Witch-finder General and the likes of Damian's Inquisition. Now was the time for revenge. All thirteen members of the coven were present to witness the torture, they didn't want it to end. Hecate and Meabh stood closest and encouraged the Priestess to find Koshka's most tender bits as the poor girl writhed in agony in a vain attempt to free herself....
Julie: MELISSA!
Mel:WHAT!!
Julie: This is hardly helping with the ironing and washing is it?..not to mention cooking tea!
Mel: Spoilsport!
Dalal smiled as she tended the hot irons. The tips must be yellow but the handle not too hot to hold. The irons in this case must be hot enough to burn through flesh and reseal it. Koshka's screams filled the warm spring air as the High Priestess Fuamnach studied which part of Koshka's right breast to torment next. Fuamnach could keep her victims squealing for days and nights before applying the sacrificial knife to end the misery.
The Arachna Coven had taken their first prisoner from CruxDreams. They added sleeping potion to Count Makar's champagne and waited for it to take effect. For years the Arachna Coven had suffered at the hands of the Witch-finder General and the likes of Damian's Inquisition. Now was the time for revenge. All thirteen members of the coven were present to witness the torture, they didn't want it to end. Hecate and Meabh stood closest and encouraged the Priestess to find Koshka's most tender bits as the poor girl writhed in agony in a vain attempt to free herself....
Julie: MELISSA!
Mel:WHAT!!
Julie: This is hardly helping with the ironing and washing is it?..not to mention cooking tea!
Mel: Spoilsport!