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.
