(WARNING) Madness.. madness..(disturbing content)

A woman's screams can be heard ringing out from where she laid. It had been exactly three world cycles before finally she had reached this state. A grin spread across the torturers face, her delicate small pale hands were drenched in blood. The art of torture is something passed down through her family from the line of her father while her unique ability from her mother.

"A child like you is so hateful! How could he have someone like you!?"

The girl chuckled and looked around her chamber specially decorated by her. A small gas chamber, an iron maiden, breaking wheel, the rack, liquid nitrogen, choke pear and other methods with their respective instruments to "practice". 

The girl had no desire to do something like this before, she simply wished to be quietly by the side of her future wife but obstacles simply kept appearing. 

It was confusing. Why would they continually appear like this, making her time shorter?