Mini number Four - The Rack
Feeling uncomfortable, are we? The clothes too tight? The feet too hot in your boots? Your shoulder blades tense like cold steel? Droplets of sweat running down your forehead, your nose, your cheeks - your whole body, for what matters? Sensing the pressure inside your chest rising slightly to the heat of the moment, the hole in your stomach giving way to a fall?
Tut, tut... A word from you, a simple three lettered word, and all will be over.
Say "Yes". Say "Yes, Sir, Yes, your Holiness". "Yes, I want to repent. I want to tell you about this whole affair. I want you to write down these names I'm going to give you - all the wizards and witches. The names behind which the devil hides his hideous face."
Come, boy, be reasonable, say "Yes". You don't want to be here... Hell! I don't want to be here! The whole thing is an idiotic waste of time. You know you are going to talk... now?, then?, what's the difference? "Now" is better for you. "Now" means a swift, merciful death. "Then" means hours and hours of itching. "Then" means peeing and pooing in your pants along the path, and we don't want to be doing that, do we? Nooooooo!
Still, silence for an answer? Well, I'm sorry boy, I'm very sorry. Perhaps a little bit of pressure on this lever... down it goes, half-a-rotation - stretch, stretch.
Haaaaahhh...! Worse now, the pain, eh? Soon, very soon, we will be hearing cartilage popping sounds, then ripping sounds, flesh-ripping sounds. Much worse by then, I guess - off with the arms, off with the legs - which ones will go first?
Still, nothing? Round it goes again, a full turn, this time.
Close to the limit, we are. No easy deed to keep the mouth shut.
I'm going to give you some time to think, boy. Me and the guards here, we'll be leaving you comfortable in there for... say... half-hour? Yes. Half-hour's good. Half-hour to catch the sun's light, some fresh air in my lungs. Be still in there and don't you go nowhere, yes? And for the love of God, I urge you, put some sense in that poor mind of yours!
Guido: "A felicidade consiste em conseguir dizer a verdade sem magoar ninguém." - 8½ Nemo vir est qui mundum non reddat meliorem?My taste is only personal, but it's all I have.
- Roger Ebert
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