Shut up, cunt
Inquisition
There was a set procedure that needed to be followed, for the punishment to be carried out correctly. Maria did not know what it was and no one was going to tell her. Every time she was led from a room she feared the next would hold the instrument of her death. This day she was dragged into a large room, a cross type device in the middle and not far from a large fireplace. She was grateful for the warmth, but afraid of what it might mean.
“What are you doing?” Asked the girl, shivering.
