Ligaments hurting, skin starting to feel like ripping apart, muscles lengthening past their limits, ribcage threatening to pierce though thin stretched skin. Genevieve feels like she is about to split into two, to be torn apart in pieces in the midsection and her arms and her feet.
Right now, she finds herself in the Rack. Her father once told her that the rack was a trademark of the Spanish Inquisition's methods of torture. It's a common torture device, and in contrast to other medieval devices, this one is simple: the subject is fastened to a wooden structure with a cranking mechanism. She is restrained by ropes that get tighter as the cranks are turned, and her limbs are stretched as far as they can, as far as Eva wanted.
It's not even 48 hours and she has lost 3 nails already in the
