Edian had been appended to the spreader bar for more than five hours. A faint moisture was visible from beneath the blindfold, owing, more than likely, to sheer exhaustion. He moaned slightly at the sight. Raizel appeared to be enjoying himself equally.
He undid the padlock. Edian crumpled in a heap, legs too stiff and tired to fully support her weight.
He at last chained her to the wall in a half-kneeling, half-crouched position. Raizel watched as he nudged her thighs apart with a heavily-booted foot, reaching for a seven-foot long iron rod, dulled at one end for their purposes, and with a marking a short way down from one end.
It took every ounce of self-control Frankenstein possessed to not exceed/bypass the red ring, clearly marked, and impale the buxom, ample-thighed form. To have her scream and cry realtears of agony as the light left her eyes, scrambling internal organs and coughing up blood. It was an utterly delicious thought.
He nearly hummed with pleasure.
Raizel sensed his contractor's thoughts. "Frankenstein!"
"My apologies, Master."
