CHAPTER EIGHT

Jake was now aching all over. Not only had his back been whipped raw, but he was now strapped to a medieval Rack. His arms and legs were tied to separate strands of rope and were being stretched out slowly. He then screamed louder than he had ever screamed up to this point. He felt his shoulder pop, he knew that it had been dislocated. Meanwhile the veiled woman was outside the room talking with one of the ogre henchmen. "My lady" The ogre said. "Do you think this will get him to talk?" "That doesn't concern me anymore" she replied. "so are we to continue torturing him until he dies?" He asked. The woman then replied "not necessarily, I have something else in store for him. I may decided to kill him at the end, however, there is one part of him that we have yet to maim."