Tyranny of Steel

Berengar sighed heavily as he cleaned the blood off of his blade. The subject of his torture was sitting on his wooden chair bound to it with steel chains. There was no way for him to escape without help from a third party.

The Austrian King had a cruel smile on his face as he gazed over at his bloody work. The would-be assassin ’s left thigh was completely stripped of its skin, and instead had been salted, and wrapped in a linen bandage which was treated with alcohol.

The white dress shirt that covered Berengar ’s torso was stained with blood splatter as he gazed at the whimpering man. This assassin had been rather resilient and, because of this, Berengar had taken a break from his vicious actions. The Austrian King wiped his bloody hands onto a nearby rag before picking up his gilded skull chalice, which was filled with a viscous crimson wine.

After taking a sip from the cup, Berengar dug into a piece of curry wurst which had been prepared for him by the kitchen staff. Under the supervision of the Royal Guard, they could cook for Berengar as he ruthlessly tortured his victim to glean some important information, particularly regarding how he came to possess and smuggle such a weapon into his palace.? After taking a single bite, a satisfied smile presented itself on the King ’s elegant, but twisted face as he lectured his victim.

”Do you know why the Ancient Assyrian Empire collapsed? Judging from your attire, you should be a nobleman. Surely, you should be at least somewhat educated on history?

The assassin spit out his saliva onto the floor, which had traces of blood mixed into it. His face was heavily bruised from the beating Berengar had inflicted upon him, so much so that it was hard to make out his appearance. Despite his condition, the man smiled before egging his captor on.

”Why don ’t you enlighten me? ”