Estascy of torture
"Ahhh…" A cry filled with ecstasy echoed in the vast chamber.
A whip slashed in the air and connected with skin, the once perfect flesh was torn, stained with the bright red of blood. The woman who was being tortured moaned. Eyes glazed.
This room is plain, and white with two columns on each of the six corners.
Otherwise quiet, it was filled with soft almost indistinguishable sobs and shallow breaths. The aroma of blood covered the stench of fear and anxiety.
This is the second to die. The first had been quartered, and each step of the beast had been achingly slow taking almost a day for the poor woman to die. Those present except a few, still remembered how her once beautiful face was twisted in death.