...which Frankenstein had so expertly woven against the tapestry of her mind, their howls etched behind/beneath closed eyelids. And Edian shuddered and screamed.

It was one of the most delirious and heady combination of ecstasies he had ever encountered.

The extracted left femur still inhabited a far corner of the cell.

Frankenstein eyed it wistfully, before turning back to the entertainment at hand.

Edian ran her hand over the back of her head, finding several sizeable bleeding welts, and an assorted array of cuts and bruises, the swelling above her right eye, the marble drew the heat away from her body, and even from her forehead which hovered a full inch above it.

She tasted copper in her mouth emanating from where the fresh blow had landed, loosening teeth and causing her gums to bleed and cheek to swell.

...lacking an alternate route by which to expel the fluid, it burned tracks through her nasal passages

The strappado ensured that Edian could barely breathe, much less speak, for the waves of indescribable raw agony now lancing up her arms and torso

Frankenstein, for his part, could no longer help himself, hips bucking of their own accord/and ground his hips against the wall. Lips pursed contemplatively, Raizel took full stock of her exquisite agony. He briefly reflected that Frankenstein had been long-overdue for a reward of some kind. He had never been under any delusions about where his servant's inclinations lay/his servant's true inclinations.