France, Paris, St Germain.
1606 January the 4th.
She lay almost lifeless on the cold stone floor in tears half dressed as the young man left the room smiling to his twin brother in the doorway.
"She's a screamer"
He said looking back down at the young girl laughing.
Would this be how she would live out her life now? Tortured and raped by her captors.
The day continued without water, food or sleep.
An old, hunched over man took Genevieve out of the cell and into a torture chamber in the depths of the church grounds.
In the room were chains, old worn leather whips, dissecting tools and a large wooden rack.
He rubbed his hands together and licked his lips in delight.
The thought of popping someone's arms and legs out of their sockets, sent chills down his spine.
Throwing her onto the rack and strapping her arms and legs to the mangled devise, the old man turned a few wheels and knobs causing the straps to tighten and begin to pull at the young girls joints with a powerful force.
Battered and bruised, she was taken back to her cell where one of the twins was waiting with unholy thoughts on his mind.
Another day tortured and yet another night raped.
That made four men now whom twisted her mind, body and soul.
How many more men would take advantage of her frailty? How many more days of unbearable pain and sleepless nights would she have to bear?