He looked at her more closely and noticed that it was a young woman, late twenties probably. As usual, he approached her, and then gently lifted her head as he repeated his offer. After that, he took a few steps back and sat in an armchair. The flames soon grew bigger and started engulfing her body. He was leaning towards her holding a double-edged knife which he’d already used before and she remembered. “Ok, looks like he’s running out of ideas. She felt fingers running through her hair and digging in her shoulders. Souls would always beg and plead to avoid torture, but apparently not her, she simply took a deep breath getting ready for whatever he had in store for her –just like Alistair had said. He knew that the souls on the rack deserved what was in store for them –most of the time anyways.
