Rebik shoved his four captives into the chamber. At Rebiks nod, three of his Huntsboys grabbed Jake, Trixie, and Spud, chaining them to one wall.
Jake wondered why they left Rose unbound. His question was answered when Rebik shoved Rose to the floor, then strode over to the weapons assortment, and picked up a wicked-looking staff.
He turned and walked back over to Rose. He raised a hand in the air. Speaking loudly, he announced. "Friends…" he spoke to the Huntsboys, "and enemies," he gestured torwards Jake, Trixie, and Spud.
"You are all gathered here, to witness…" he paused preparing them for his next words. "The torture of this traitor!" he pointed an accusing finger at Rose.
"The Huntsman said that no one was to hurt her!" Jake pointed out angrily. Rebik scoffed. "The Huntsman is blinded by his compassion for his former apprentice. It's not the Huntsclan way to let a traitor go free!"
He dropped to his haunches, so that he was now at Rose's level. "Oh, don't worry, traitor." he hissed. "I won't kill you. I'll just make you wish that I would!"
Tears entered Rose's eyes. But not from the inevitable pain that she knew was to come, but from the fact that her friends, the best and only friends she'd ever had, were being forced to watch.
Rebik arched his staff through the air, slashing down in Rose's left side. Right where she had been shot only weeks before. Jake just knew that Rebik had purposely struck there, but the bitter young Huntsboy wasn't done yet. No, he had studied the human body, knew the most sensitive nerves, the ones that would be the most painful, and he struck there. He mercilessly slashed his staff, again and again.
Rose endured it, but the pain soon overcame her. At last she fell to the floor…and didn't get up. By Huntsclan tradition, that should've been the cue to stop, but not for Rebik. No, being the rebel he was, he struck Rose once more, this time across the chest, between the shoulder blades. Then, and only then, did he stop.