The knights stood motionless with their brains refusing to accept what they were seeing. This was Rose, their Rose held up like this?!
Her dainty feet and slender ankles were utterly encased, as were her legs from the knees down. Just above that point, icy tendrils crept spider-like up her thighs, preserving her intimately in chilling, lifelike detail.
Further up, her arms had been stretched out in a cruel mimicry of crucifixion – wrists and hands completely entrapped in ice that glinted with a million fractal, prismatic shards. The frozen shackles extended up her arms nearly to the elbows, binding her in perpetual torment.
Rose's head lolled at an unnatural angle, a shock of her hair obscuring most of her face. What could be seen of her features showed an expression twisted in agony, lips parted in a forever scream of anguish.
