Whips and Torture
The ropes tightened, the whip cracked, and she sobbed for mercy
The sadistic woman chuckled softly, brandishing her whip
When it was done, he was a freak of flayed skin and missing face
The sting of the lash carried the weight of his authority
The whip welts were deep and hideous, rimmed with blood
The lash laid thin ragged lines of red into her tanned flesh
The brutal flogging left his back a dripping ruin
The whip stung her, peeling the soft flesh from her bones in cruel strips
Cruel barbs bit into her flesh as the cat ' nine tails caressed her back
Stinging, burning pain became the whole of his world
The lash drove screams from her throat she didn't know she had
The whips cracked like claws against the bloody ruin of her back
The lash was practically a comfort compared to this new horror
The whipping continued without respite or relief
She tried to hold his image in her mind, but the whip soon replaced it
Bound and gagged, he was at her mercy
The chains were cold against my skin
The manacles scraped and chafed
The handcuffs bit cruelly into my wrists
The iron poker glowed red-hot against his skin
He tightened the thumbscrews to watch her squirm
The steady drip-drip-drip of water on his forehead drove him mad
The iron maiden was the most cruel mistress of all
The horses pulled in every direction until he came apart at the seams
Each day in that dungeon was an unending agony of torture
The torture continued, so that she must either break or go mad
She would say anything to avoid that madman's dungeon
Cold steel pliers pinched and pulled skin made tender by the lash
Hot tongs charred and bent my skin
Searing pain shot up from the site of my agony
The torture doctor experimented on her trapped and tender flesh
He locked her head inside a cage of hungry rats and watched the fun
A hammer and chisel made short work of his porcelain veneers
The needle pinched, injecting agony into his arm
The needle went under the skin and came out the other side
When the royal torturer was done with her, no man would want her
When he saw the instruments of torture laid out, all will to resist broke
She gave a whole new definition to the term, “cruel and unusual”
Teeth were pried out amid the crunching of bone
One by one, the pliers pulled out her teeth
The toothless maw gaped at me, a blood-drooling mess
The broken eyes pled for a mercy that would not come
Her body bent on the rack—bent, and finally broke
The prisoner was a broken, bleeding wreck, hopeless in his torment
Nailed to the cross, her expression was anything but angelic
Tarring and feathering was too good for the knave
The broken man whispered his confession in my ear
Her position on the rack was anything but enviable
The rack stretched him til the joints popped and bones broke
The prisoner would not scream—sterner measures were called for
The blood-mad fiend began his butcher's work
It was a controlled slaughter I witnessed on that torture table
Time, once measured in years, became measured in seconds
The rough-hewn walls of the torture chamber ran red with blood
He sliced off her lying lips and fed them to his dog
The torturer's gaze was hollow, his eyes cruel and dead
The torturer's tone was cordial even during the worst
He was evidently proud of his ghoulish profession
The air seemed heavy with the weight of a thousand screams
He insisted I was lying just so the torture could continue
It was a sick game he played, one I was helpless to win
I closed my eyes and prayed for it to end
I shut my eyes tight against the ungodly pain
The torture ended in a blood-red splash of agony
The confession was too long in coming and he grew impatient with her
The confession spilled just as easily from her as blood
At this point, he would confess to anything just make her stop
A jumble of truth and lies spilled effortlessly from her tongue just to make it stop
The walls of that forgotten room still echoed with the countless screams of past victims
The stone floor of the dungeon's cell was strewn with dirty straw
Waiting in that damp, rat-infested cell was almost worse than the torture
Iron manacles prevented any foolish notions of escape
The prisoner's chains clanked and rattled as he was led to the dungeon
She branded and beat him into bloody submission
Her castrating claws went to work, mangling his manhood
The torture robbed him of the will to live
Just when I thought it was over, the torture began again
He rubbed salt into the wounds, wringing fresh agony from his victim
Thumbscrews crushed, cracking bone
The Pear of Anguish was forced inside her and given deadly bloom
The brazen bull's fire was lit, slow-cooking the victim locked inside
The victim's body was painted with honey for the flies to feast on
I was locked in a metal cage hung from the ceiling and left to starve
The door of the iron maiden slammed shut, gouging me with spikes
Hot wax dripped from the madman's candle over her shuddering flesh
The guillotine's blade chopped down, sending his head flying
His naked body was strapped into the Judas Cradle
The crocodile shears were heated red-hot and clamped on my arm
The breast-ripper's claws were heated and pressed into her chest
Her limbs were tied to the Catherine Wheel and crushed with hammers
She was hung upside down and sawed in half by two ugly men
He was set astride the Spanish Donkey and weights tied to his legs
The naked man and woman were tied back-to-back and drowned
The iron cage of the Scold's Bridle trapped her nagging tongue
The Spanish Tickler's claw slashed the sinner's flesh from his bones
The lead sprinkler poured molten silver over the victim's body
The accused witch was strapped into the dunking chair and submerged
He was buried up to his neck and left to be eaten by the animals