More tourture than pleasue.
The pain of the chains slashing against my skin.
The beatings were only going to start getting worse. Way worse.
They slashed my eyes and stabed my heart.
I kept my eyes open yet my vision was going black.
Their laughter was taunting me.
The chains started to burn. The smell of fire and blood arose in the air.
They left marks on my wrists and ankles.
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