A/N: This is my first actual story, so sorry if you find it crap. It's pretty gory and that's why i put horror as one of the genres.
R&R please and thankyou!
"Where's Roland?" Shivon growled venomously at the Paladin she had tied to a pillar.
"You're an abomination," he hissed through clenched teeth. "You deserve to die."
That had to be the sixth time he repeated that same line. Shivon pushed another stake through his arm, making him emit a bloodcurdling scream. She took a step back and admired her work. The Paladin had been pierced with wooden stakes in various places – legs, arms and abdomen. In short, Shivon had dished out one of her most painful tortures – The Maiden.
"Answer me or it's a stake through your dick this time."
"You're an abom–" He started and then screamed again, but louder. She was not joking. "You castrated me you fucking bitch!"
"Last chance, eunuch Paladin."
He had just started to say the same line for the eighth time when Shivon grabbed his tongue and slowly cut it off, listening to him scream all the while. Then she pulled out a small jar of salt and dropped the dismembered tongue in there. Looking up at the now sobbing Paladin, she smiled evilly as she watched the blood spurt out of his mouth and onto his trench coat. Grabbing a vial of lemon juice, she opened his mouth and said, "Have a drink," as she poured it in. He screamed again as the acidic juice burned his tongue mercilessly.
Shivon turned left and stepped over five dead Paladins to retrieve her recording video camera. She picked it up and went over to the gruesomely tortured Paladin, then stepped backwards to capture the full view of him.
"This is but a taste of what I'm going to do to you, Roland," Shivon said dangerously before finishing the video and uploading it onto a laptop she had set up. She proceeded to burn it onto a disk, which she left at her victim's feet. Standing up, she looked into the Paladin's weary green eyes. What she had done to him did not affect her one bit.
"You could have saved yourself so much pain if you had just told me where Roland is. You'll be dead in give or take four hours anyway," she said heartlessly and walked off.
Shivon looked around the place as she gathered her things. Six Paladins were way too easy for her. She Jumped back to her hideout and dumped her things on the ground before going to was all her bloodied items including the dismembered tongue. She emptied the salt from the jar, rinsed it out and filled it with a preserving solution. She popped the now 'clean' tongue in there and vacuum sealed it. Picking up a permanent marker from her kitchen table, she wrote a number on it and Jumped to her secret storeroom. There, she opened a large cabinet and placed the tongue jar in there. Next to number twenty-five of course.
A/N: The Maiden is my own made up form of the Iron Maiden torture device. Next chap is longer but not by much... . i suck at writing long chapters
i've never seen any of the SAW franchise or Hostel movies