It is agony, pure agony. They take what they want from her, again and again. They tear her apart with hooked chains, cut her up with long curved knives. They peel her skin from her body, then burn the naked flesh underneath. She is slowly taken apart and then reassembled into something resembling her original shape, so they can start the game all over again. There are no mirrors here but she can feel the location of the scars they've left on her, the ridges and the burnt patches.
The one with the pins on his head took something else, too. He knelt down before her broken body, her body made hideous by torture, and brought her to orgasm with his tongue. She was ashamed for a moment that she enjoyed it so much. And then all shame flew from her mind, no room for shame in this place, and she pulled his head hard against her and kept it there. She drove the pins further into him, wondering if he felt the same pain in his head that she was feeling in her thighs. Later the woman came, and she wanted to plunge her hands into the wound in the woman's throat and the wound between her legs, plunge them in and grasp tight. She had not known she was capable of such lust, such violence. But the woman was more brutal than the man, she merely raised a finger and summoned two millstones to crush her, and watched without a word as her flesh was once again destroyed.