Revenge

“It is very dark in here.” Said a feminine voice.

“One gets used to the darkness.” He replied.

“Where are you, it is cold in here?”

“I shall speak to my jailer, perhaps he will give me a small fire to warm the cell. Tomorrow I fear, I will be very cold indeed.”

“Yes, by this time tomorrow you will be worm food. Where are you?”

“Chained to the wall, otherwise I would have stepped forward to greet you as a gentleman should.”

“You are no gentleman, you are a murder.”

“That is true, but still one must have manners.”

“Ah there you are, this must be terrible, chained to the wall, unable to stand, or sit, and knowing that tomorrow they will lead you out side put your neck on a block of wood and chop your head off.”

“It is not the most pleasant of things to contemplate.”

“Your suffering will be over.”

“Yes, tell me are you pretty, I can smell your perfume and your body it is quite intoxicating.”

“Men tell me I am quite beautiful, they all seem to want to do things to me or with me.”

“Do you let them do these things to you.”

“Why of course, I spread my legs and they mount me, and we imitate the two backed monster, it is quite enjoyable. In particular I favor the French, when I spread my legs they put their face between my legs, and lick me. It makes me quite happy.”

“I have longed for the touch of a woman.”

“Perhaps my touch is not the one you would have wanted. Here let me warm my hand.”

She inserted a hand into he prisoner’s trousers, and cupped his balls and rolled them around in her hand, he immediately became erect.“ While still cupping his balls, the woman worked the other hand under her dress, and into her privates, inserting a finger, she moved it around to ensure the finger was well covered with her essence, then she held the finger under the prisoners nose, and wiped off the juices on his upper lip.

“Senorina, you are a quite intoxicating, I have missed that so much.”

“I am sure you have, but you will never have it again will you?”

“No but perhaps I could prevail upon you for relief. Your hand has me quite excited.”

“There shall be no relief for you, you will go to the block frustrated, and full. The executioner tells me; that sometimes the men get quite hard and shoot as the ax falls. You will not have even that relief, you shall meet your judgment tomorrow as a castrati.”

“Isn’t it enough that I am to be killed, must I be mutilated also.”

“It was my husband you murdered, it is my right by ancient law to geld you, I shall nail your sack to the executioners block so everyone will know you have been gelded as ordained.”

“I was broken on the wrack, and now this, could you not take pity on me.”

“Revenge is a sweet dish, but must be eaten cold. I have no pity for you, and want your last few hours on earth to be agony. It is not like the old days when an execution was slow and painful, when prisoners were crucified for their crimes, now we are modern and civilized, it is too quick, too gentle, one swipe of the ax and it is over, not much payment for my husbands life. Why even the Turks still do better, a prisoner like yourself, would have been raped daily by the jailers, a gross indignity to make the execution anticlimactic. After the pain of your castration, you will welcome the ax tomorrow, the ax falling will be a blessed relief.”

“What if the Mayor pardons me in the morning, he has that right you know?”

“He will pardon a gelding, you are not going to escape my knife. The old woman that lent me this blade; was employed castrating young boys for the choir, she was quite skilled.” The woman removed the prisoner’s trouser, little more than rags, to expose his sack. “Too bad you will not live long enough to sing accompaniment with those boys. The old hag instructed me to twist the sack into a knot like this, and then cut them off like this. There my husband is avenged, you will see these tomorrow at your beheading, I will nail them where you can plainly see them.”

The prisoner screamed a high-pitched keening sound and continued until the pain overtook him and he passed out.

The woman walked to the door and called the guard. The guard opened the door and let her leave. He stared at the prisoner now slumped against his chains, blood running down his legs, no sense locking the door, they would have to carry him to the block tomorrow.