The Strappado

By

Angela Nicole

For some time now I waited, waited to strike waited to cause more indignity to him then done to a man, after all wasn't dignity to a man worth more than life? Sometimes I think that but yet today I am starting to wonder if it is worth more then their life then why do they insist on screaming upon agony? Wanting to be done and over with? It won't change the fact that they've been marked. I pray that he dies with in the torture of his barracks as I had once done in mine.

I watched as they lead him out, his tongue was securely tied, it did not seem like he would have spoken anyway, so I waited for the strap to be done over the rope he was already wearing, it was done within a few seconds and the torture was to begin. His hands tied behind his back and his feet were bound together now, all that waited was the satisfying muffled scream of his voice pleading, pleading for the torture to end. Soon I would have that wish, I now stood in front of him, his brown eyes stared deep within my blue.

" I had warned you that if you deceived me again by not complying with your promises that I would seek revenge upon your miserable soul. Wednesday should have followed up by Thursday with events with things to do…and here you stand now, in rope, Anthony, you really should watch on how lies can effect a person enough to drive her from the sane to quite…insane, I will say this though, if you come near within the eye distance to where I can see you, the next step will be death. I can do anything with being a king's daughter, so do not test my intellectual generosity of this time, but if you are meaning the next…I won't be as generous, your head will be cut off and hung like a trophy on the mound of my mantel, so do not TEST me!" I yelled and stormed to my seat.

" I am getting quite bored of him, you can begin the torture now if you please." I replied with a smile, looking upon Anthony's eyes. I saw the guard of the prison come behind him and take the rope that was hanging up by a pulley up top. I saw him yank the rope up quickly, slowly rising Anthony's body, making his arms bend straight up behind his back. I heard the snapping of bones and then the pleading form his muffled voice. The tears slowly came to his eyes. He screamed through the thick rope that was mummified in and over his mouth. I waved a finger at his squirming finger.

" You brought this upon yourself sir Anthony if you would have kept plans with me like ordered I wouldn't have had you put through this intensive exercise…though it appears you're the one that is going to get all the intensity of this little up and down exercise. Leticia when you pull him down, each time you do please add a 5 pound weight each to his hands and feet, do this for about 50 pulls and then release him and put him back in his cell for the night, if up to it tomorrow he may return home, but brand him first to show he is that of a un- noble man who breaks their word and does similar events of that he said he was going to do, use that of a scorching iron…letter I, for that is the letter he shall carry all his life, and bare the memory of this day."

Leticia nodded as he dropped Anthony to the standing position he was, his feet slightly buckling, I watched as more pain etched within his eyes, his muffled screams never decreasing. I watched as more weights were added upon his hands and feet his shoulder bones breaking as he was lifted up for the 2nd time, his 2nd time soon turned into 10 with fifty pounds added, making his body weak and sore. More bones cracking but this time his legs could carry no more stance and he collapsed but was picked up by the rope again and hauled up more muffled screaming pleasantly entered through my ears as I watched him try to plead for this to be over.

" You are only half the way through…no pardon my over quarter of the way done you still have 39 more before your exercise is complete, and if you are lucky then maybe an extra 15 will be given to you…for the generosity that you've shown me, I mean if you are to punish your suitor and currently former friend then why not do it with a little bit of fun, don't you agree?" I asked Anthony with a smile upon my lips. He turned his face away as he was dropped again. I sighed. " This is getting quite boring, why not just behead him, you know how I love those kind of executions."

" Milady he's suffered enough don't you thing 25 is enough I mean he is carrying 125 pounds already on top of that!" Another guard, Mortus spoke up.

" NO! He is to learn that breaking engagements that planned for a week initiates in the breaking of bones! Now continue with it, I command you all not another word!" I yelled and leaned back against my chair.

The guards obeyed as I watched Anthony's screams still echo within my ears, never leaving. I sighed content fully. " The screaming of your suitors and former friends are just a violin through ear, am I right?" I turned to Mortus.

" Princess Angelina, please reconsider…he has already done 40 and his legs are fully broken his shoulders can spin around above his shoulder blades, it is not a violin I hear it is the suffering of an innocent boy, no older than 18! Please let it be you say enough. I cannot stand the cries that escaped within his mouth which you have unrightfully took away." Mortus replied with anger

I cleared my throat and softly spoke with my hand up to stop his speech any further." And you seem to forget I am the princess, I can wish anything done on him, and it will be…do not question my generosity of this young man, be said 50 times and so I demand it done. Is that quite understood Mortus? Cause if it not be, then I shall have you within this contraption next and I shall not be as kind. So silence yourself and nothing upon your body shall be injured. If that has been cleared I demand the last 10 and that shall be his lesson for the day, retire him back to his cell then, and brand him on his back, and let no tunic cover up that of his crime, if he is caught with such clothing then bring him back to me and I shall have him permanently disposed of, is that clear?"

The guards nodded. I watched for the final time as he was hauled up and let go of, making a loud thump upon the ground. I heard his last muffled scream stop replaced by a soft weak sigh as he fell to the ground, the weights pulled off of him. I left them to carry him back to his cell still bound in rope but free of the weights that was once a burden to him. As I heard a slam of a door I grew satisfied while walking off. Just as I did the scream of Anthony Tony echoed around the prison, his soft back burned of flesh I knew he would feel for days to come. I felt no remorse and not pity towards him. The, I of ignorance shall be always within his mind as I am sure it will around his back. He would not walk tomorrow of for months if luck would have it. I grew hurt by all the things that was a lie, a lie and nothing more. My heart is saddened by such events to where I can trust nobody, he has done it before but perhaps this time he has learned his lesson, a lesson only one can learn by the Strappado.