"Where is my husband?" the pathetic howl of the prisoner can be heard as one of his fingers has yet again been removed.
"Your royal highness, please that is too much," the minister tried to pacify the woman donning regal black robes as she manically torture the prisoner before her.
"You will not tell me what is it I can or cannot do, not when my husband has not been returned to my side. I will be as cruel, as evil as I need to be," the woman who has lost all indications of sanity gave the minister a piercing gaze that made him tremble at the sight.
She motioned for someone to be brought inside the dungeon that has been filled with the stench of blood.
"Papa..." the captive kneeled before the queen at the whisper of that small voice.
"Not my child, please... not my child," the prisoner howled and started to plead for his child's life.
