Father Solomon's methods of torture seemed to ride along the line between crazily awful and awfully crazy.
His next conquest, in more ways than one, sat on a chair in front of him with her back straight and her arms spread out on the arm rails. Her wrists were bound to the chair, so she wouldn't put up too much of a fight. Father Solomon stood behind her, leaned forward and rapped his silver fingernails on her shoulder.
Solomon smirked, "Ah, Valerie, sweet Valerie. What should I do with you?"
Valerie turned her head as far as she could muster and sighed, "Well, if you do too much, would I still be able to help find our big bad wolf?"
Solomon chuckles, "Oh, I don't think anything I do will compromise your health."
Even though Valerie knew this wasn't the best position to be in, she let herself release a small giggle, "Oh, but compromising positions are a whole other animal?"
Solomon had not expected her to react in such a way, so he played along, "Well, my dear, speaking of animals, do you have any in your pretty little head that would interest you in the slightest?"
Valerie's friends in the village, from before all this happened might not believe it, but Valerie may be getting a little excited, and not in the way young, virgin girls should be.
She looked back at the man who was causing it and smirked, "Ah, I am quite partial to a hungry, rabid, big, black dog. Do you think you could manage that?"
The excitement ran through both sets of veins, the old and experienced and the young and virginal.
Solomon moved around the front of the chair, so he loomed over Valerie's small frame and replied, "Oh my little cherry blossom, I am very sure I can manage."
Solomon stepped forward, so Valerie's knees pressed against his groin and he roughly grabbed her neck and brought their lips together in a rough and passionate kiss.