The man leaned in extremely lose to her. His body hovered just over hers with his lips just out of reach of her ear. He made every effort to make his breaths soft and long as he breathed down her neck.
"I'm going to be honest with you." He whispered lovingly " I've just been touching you, and you are already starting to crack."
He pressed his lips against her ear, gently touching his tongue. She gasped and trembled as he spoke.
"I haven't even begun to torture you."
He slowly with drew his head resting it in front of her. He gazed into her eyes, returning a wanting gaze. Her eyes were the same color as his, a deep purple. Their gaze locked. His expression was stern, hers was worried. He could tell he was going to break her. It was a simple matter of when.
"For your own sake. Talk"
"No..." She whimpered Her face attempting to snarl. " Do your worst. I will not break, Mon'kiegh"
"Very well..." Torn shook his head.
He leaned back onto his stool, quickly reaching for his case. He began to fumble through the contents. He then pulled out an innocuous metal wheel. It has sharp spikes along the rim of the metal disk that was affixed to a handle.
"This is a little pricking wheel. Its used to see if patience have sensation in their body. Rather pointless here don't you think?"
He drove the wheel into her side and dragged it along. the wytch knew where it pressed, but the expected prick was missing. The more she focused the more its absence was unbearable. She protested with an angered grunt ash she tried to move her body out of the way. Yet the contact persisted. Up and down front and back he continued to draw the wheel; the more she protested the more he pressed on.
"Stop!" She finally cried, yet the man did not
"Where are you panning to strike next?"
"I wont say!"
The device continued to roam about her body. He started to roll it down, lower and lower. It pricked across her hairless mound. As it was about to dip lower she screamed.
"STOP! I'll talk!"