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Knock, knock... the hand beat on the door softly. Doom sat up in his chair, the finished wood glowed in the light. He sat and said. "enter" The door opened. "What do you want?" the bigger man who was still scared of him said. "Sir, she is okay again." Doom stood up and said "I'm tired of this, I don't want anymore."
The bigger man put his hand forward, and said. "But sir we have prepared it for you." Doom looked in confusion, and put on his long black coat, it was a little cold and down in the basement colder. "No sir you will not need that." Doom looked at him frustrated, and started to walk forward. "Do you need a drink or I?"
The man looked at him and said "No." Doom buckled his coat and followed. "This had better be good, I am tired of Darling stopping time."
Doom followed him out the door on the second floor, they went down the stairs, the place elegant and nice, rugs on the floor; finished wood floors. He followed and the man went down, and down four levels down into the basement.
Doom as the man opened the door stopped. He stood erect and came in taking off his coat, he laid it on the floor. Looking at a woman, the same, she lived again.
"So tell me, how does it feel?" Her body was tied to a chair. Ropes around all of her, her face and hands, mouth; feet all.
"mmmm" Doom came closer, and sat in the chair just across from her. "I want you to be honest with me okay, and tell me which hurts the most?" He took the device and placed her hand in the middle. He turned the buttlerfly wingnuts on both screws.
The wood blocks came together, and he stopped. And Doom said. "Which hurts worse? Look into my eyes, and if it is your hand, look at your hand and if it is your head look into my eyes"
Doom took both of his hands, and started to turn the butterfly screws, and the blocks of wood came down on her hand, he stopped.
"I'm going to tell you what is about to happen so you know what it is. Your hand is about to be crushed, the bone gone and the ligament's, the muscle, and in the end your flesh will be torn from your hand, and useless."
He started to turn the screws and she screamed muffled in the ropes her mouth covered. Doom stopped. "And the ropes around your face and head, when turned' He motioned to the two the roped around her face and head.
"Slowly." Doom said. And they cranked the ropes around the pulleys, one twist. She screamed some more muffled. "So the ropes around your face will pull and break the bones and in time, the skull and bones will go into your brain."
She looked at him in terror as he turned the screws, "So tell me which hurts worse with your eyes?"
She screamed muffled as both the ropes and the screws were applied. But she looked at his shoulder and not his eyes and this made him mad. He turned the screws down fast as the blood flowed and her bones broke.
"Look into my eyes!!!" She looked at her hand and as the pressure built on her head her cheeks began to break. "Look into my eyes!!!" Her jaw broke, her temples started to bend in and she looked at him in the eyes, and then his shoulder.
Finally her skull broke and into the brain and she was gone laying limp. Doom stood, blood on his face arms, hands all over.
Tricksy was there and said "Come lets go bath." Doom breathed heavy, he wanted it done, yet Darling would not let it be. In frustration he stood the blood dripping down his cheeks.
Tricksy had the water in the bath ready for him. He laid in the bath of warm to hot water in the suds, as she carefully washed him off. "Move forward." she said and Doom sat up. "Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No, not right now." Doom responded. Tricksy used a sponge and gently rubbed his back, scarred with wound, criss crossing his back. He had been whipped near to death.
The bigger man put his hand forward, and said. "But sir we have prepared it for you." Doom looked in confusion, and put on his long black coat, it was a little cold and down in the basement colder. "No sir you will not need that." Doom looked at him frustrated, and started to walk forward. "Do you need a drink or I?"
The man looked at him and said "No." Doom buckled his coat and followed. "This had better be good, I am tired of Darling stopping time."
Doom followed him out the door on the second floor, they went down the stairs, the place elegant and nice, rugs on the floor; finished wood floors. He followed and the man went down, and down four levels down into the basement.
Doom as the man opened the door stopped. He stood erect and came in taking off his coat, he laid it on the floor. Looking at a woman, the same, she lived again.
"So tell me, how does it feel?" Her body was tied to a chair. Ropes around all of her, her face and hands, mouth; feet all.
"mmmm" Doom came closer, and sat in the chair just across from her. "I want you to be honest with me okay, and tell me which hurts the most?" He took the device and placed her hand in the middle. He turned the buttlerfly wingnuts on both screws.
The wood blocks came together, and he stopped. And Doom said. "Which hurts worse? Look into my eyes, and if it is your hand, look at your hand and if it is your head look into my eyes"
Doom took both of his hands, and started to turn the butterfly screws, and the blocks of wood came down on her hand, he stopped.
"I'm going to tell you what is about to happen so you know what it is. Your hand is about to be crushed, the bone gone and the ligament's, the muscle, and in the end your flesh will be torn from your hand, and useless."
He started to turn the screws and she screamed muffled in the ropes her mouth covered. Doom stopped. "And the ropes around your face and head, when turned' He motioned to the two the roped around her face and head.
"Slowly." Doom said. And they cranked the ropes around the pulleys, one twist. She screamed some more muffled. "So the ropes around your face will pull and break the bones and in time, the skull and bones will go into your brain."
She looked at him in terror as he turned the screws, "So tell me which hurts worse with your eyes?"
She screamed muffled as both the ropes and the screws were applied. But she looked at his shoulder and not his eyes and this made him mad. He turned the screws down fast as the blood flowed and her bones broke.
"Look into my eyes!!!" She looked at her hand and as the pressure built on her head her cheeks began to break. "Look into my eyes!!!" Her jaw broke, her temples started to bend in and she looked at him in the eyes, and then his shoulder.
Finally her skull broke and into the brain and she was gone laying limp. Doom stood, blood on his face arms, hands all over.
Tricksy was there and said "Come lets go bath." Doom breathed heavy, he wanted it done, yet Darling would not let it be. In frustration he stood the blood dripping down his cheeks.
Tricksy had the water in the bath ready for him. He laid in the bath of warm to hot water in the suds, as she carefully washed him off. "Move forward." she said and Doom sat up. "Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No, not right now." Doom responded. Tricksy used a sponge and gently rubbed his back, scarred with wound, criss crossing his back. He had been whipped near to death.
I'm good.... don't worry... you are fine also....
Tiggs how was your dinner?......TIOA is so bright I can't read it....
Good night Treefam.....
I have no doubt of ghosts and ghouls, of poltergeists and demons all however much you like different words, and this angel has but one request. on this day of thanksgiving did you, give.... did you. I have and more than once..... and if you can show a pic or a video of your good deed...… The angels on high will give you more time, and if not.... but I trust you did.....
This may get me in trouble Blue: but for you so you might read that one part.
Knock, knock... the hand beat on the door softly. Doom sat up in his chair, the finished wood glowed in the light. He sat and said. "enter" The door opened. "What do you want?" the bigger man who was still scared of him said. "Sir, she is okay again." Doom stood up and said "I'm tired of this, I don't want anymore."
The bigger man put his hand forward, and said. "But sir we have prepared it for you." Doom looked in confusion, and put on his long black coat, it was a little cold and down in the basement colder. "No sir you will not need that." Doom looked at him frustrated, and started to walk forward. "Do you need a drink or I?"
The man looked at him and said "No." Doom buckled his coat and followed. "This had better be good, I am tired of Darling stopping time."
Doom followed him out the door on the second floor, they went down the stairs, the place elegant and nice, rugs on the floor; finished wood floors. He followed and the man went down, and down four levels down into the basement.
Doom as the man opened the door stopped. He stood erect and came in taking off his coat, he laid it on the floor. Looking at a woman, the same, she lived again.
"So tell me, how does it feel?" Her body was tied to a chair. Ropes around all of her, her face and hands, mouth; feet all.
"mmmm" Doom came closer, and sat in the chair just across from her. "I want you to be honest with me okay, and tell me which hurts the most?" He took the device and placed her hand in the middle. He turned the buttlerfly wingnuts on both screws.
The wood blocks came together, and he stopped. And Doom said. "Which hurts worse? Look into my eyes, and if it is your hand, look at your hand and if it is your head look into my eyes"
Doom took both of his hands, and started to turn the butterfly screws, and the blocks of wood came down on her hand, he stopped.
"I'm going to tell you what is about to happen so you know what it is. Your hand is about to be crushed, the bone gone and the ligament's, the muscle, and in the end your flesh will be torn from your hand, and useless."
He started to turn the screws and she screamed muffled in the ropes her mouth covered. Doom stopped. "And the ropes around your face and head, when turned' He motioned to the two the roped around her face and head.
"Slowly." Doom said. And they cranked the ropes around the pulleys, one twist. She screamed some more muffled. "So the ropes around your face will pull and break the bones and in time, the skull and bones will go into your brain."
She looked at him in terror as he turned the screws, "So tell me which hurts worse with your eyes?"
She screamed muffled as both the ropes and the screws were applied. But she looked at his shoulder and not his eyes and this made him mad. He turned the screws down fast as the blood flowed and her bones broke.
"Look into my eyes!!!" She looked at her hand and as the pressure built on her head her cheeks began to break. "Look into my eyes!!!" Her jaw broke, her temples started to bend in and she looked at him in the eyes, and then his shoulder.
Finally her skull broke and into the brain and she was gone laying limp. Doom stood, blood on his face arms, hands all over.
Tricksy was there and said "Come lets go bath." Doom breathed heavy, he wanted it done, yet Darling would not let it be. In frustration he stood the blood dripping down his cheeks.
Tricksy had the water in the bath ready for him. He laid in the bath of warm to hot water in the suds, as she carefully washed him off. "Move forward." she said and Doom sat up. "Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No, not right now." Doom responded. Tricksy used a sponge and gently rubbed his back, scarred with wound, criss crossing his back. He had been whipped near to death.
Knock, knock... the hand beat on the door softly. Doom sat up in his chair, the finished wood glowed in the light. He sat and said. "enter" The door opened. "What do you want?" the bigger man who was still scared of him said. "Sir, she is okay again." Doom stood up and said "I'm tired of this, I don't want anymore."
The bigger man put his hand forward, and said. "But sir we have prepared it for you." Doom looked in confusion, and put on his long black coat, it was a little cold and down in the basement colder. "No sir you will not need that." Doom looked at him frustrated, and started to walk forward. "Do you need a drink or I?"
The man looked at him and said "No." Doom buckled his coat and followed. "This had better be good, I am tired of Darling stopping time."
Doom followed him out the door on the second floor, they went down the stairs, the place elegant and nice, rugs on the floor; finished wood floors. He followed and the man went down, and down four levels down into the basement.
Doom as the man opened the door stopped. He stood erect and came in taking off his coat, he laid it on the floor. Looking at a woman, the same, she lived again.
"So tell me, how does it feel?" Her body was tied to a chair. Ropes around all of her, her face and hands, mouth; feet all.
"mmmm" Doom came closer, and sat in the chair just across from her. "I want you to be honest with me okay, and tell me which hurts the most?" He took the device and placed her hand in the middle. He turned the buttlerfly wingnuts on both screws.
The wood blocks came together, and he stopped. And Doom said. "Which hurts worse? Look into my eyes, and if it is your hand, look at your hand and if it is your head look into my eyes"
Doom took both of his hands, and started to turn the butterfly screws, and the blocks of wood came down on her hand, he stopped.
"I'm going to tell you what is about to happen so you know what it is. Your hand is about to be crushed, the bone gone and the ligament's, the muscle, and in the end your flesh will be torn from your hand, and useless."
He started to turn the screws and she screamed muffled in the ropes her mouth covered. Doom stopped. "And the ropes around your face and head, when turned' He motioned to the two the roped around her face and head.
"Slowly." Doom said. And they cranked the ropes around the pulleys, one twist. She screamed some more muffled. "So the ropes around your face will pull and break the bones and in time, the skull and bones will go into your brain."
She looked at him in terror as he turned the screws, "So tell me which hurts worse with your eyes?"
She screamed muffled as both the ropes and the screws were applied. But she looked at his shoulder and not his eyes and this made him mad. He turned the screws down fast as the blood flowed and her bones broke.
"Look into my eyes!!!" She looked at her hand and as the pressure built on her head her cheeks began to break. "Look into my eyes!!!" Her jaw broke, her temples started to bend in and she looked at him in the eyes, and then his shoulder.
Finally her skull broke and into the brain and she was gone laying limp. Doom stood, blood on his face arms, hands all over.
Tricksy was there and said "Come lets go bath." Doom breathed heavy, he wanted it done, yet Darling would not let it be. In frustration he stood the blood dripping down his cheeks.
Tricksy had the water in the bath ready for him. He laid in the bath of warm to hot water in the suds, as she carefully washed him off. "Move forward." she said and Doom sat up. "Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No, not right now." Doom responded. Tricksy used a sponge and gently rubbed his back, scarred with wound, criss crossing his back. He had been whipped near to death.
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