1.09.2006
INTERLUDE: A Paladin In Hell
Rupert screamed. ‘Sir Rupert, to you,’ he thought, mocking himself in a rare moment of lucidity before the tortures resumed. The spikes went deep, shattering his eardrums and piercing his skull. His screams were muffled by the tongue-clamp as his jawbone cracked in the vise. The pain blotted out the rest of his thoughts.
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Sometime later, his body somehow, impossibly, began to repair itself, so that the tortures could begin anew. Watching the torturer stitch his genitals back on, Rupert considered why he was here. Not for forgiveness. Not to repent. Only to suffer. Rupert was in hell until the end of time itself. The stitching complete, the tortures would begin anew. He watched as the ear bars were brought back in place, and watched in agony until his eyes oozed out of their sockets around the rusted spikes.
…
Sometime later, his body somehow, impossibly, began to repair itself, so that the tortures could begin anew. Watching the torturer stitch his genitals back on, Rupert considered why he was here. Not for forgiveness. Not to repent. Only to suffer. Rupert was in hell until the end of time itself. The stitching complete, the tortures would begin anew. He watched as the ear bars were brought back in place, and watched in agony until his eyes oozed out of their sockets around the rusted spikes.
