She lifted her head and saw him standing in front of her. Her torturer kept pouring the liquid until there was nothing left in the bottle and then he took a few steps back and made himself comfortable in an armchair. xnx It was the same bright green shade of his eyes. He made the offer she’d heard so many times before “you can end this, you can get off the rack if you put other souls on it”. She was chained spread-eagled, her head down, chin resting on her chest. He was leaning towards her holding a double-edged knife which he’d already used before and she remembered. They’d always flinch when they saw the bright green fire in his eyes glowing in the dark as he approached them. He wasn’t doing a thing, just staring, examining her and holding the bottle.
