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Torment
Huge didn't begin to describe him.
The torturer was easily eight feet tall. His arms were thicker around than Julian's thighs, and his shoulders were wide enough that Julian could almost lie down and go to sleep across them. His muscles bulged, stretching his deeply-tanned skin so that it seemed it must rip apart at any moment, and yet his belly had a layer of fat that jiggled like a bowl of jam as he walked. He wore short, brown leather breeches that ended before the knee and a sort of leather harness around his chest and back. His head was completely bald, his eyes squinty as though used to long hours staring into a bright flame, and his nose crooked as though broken in a score of brawls. He wore a frown that had become so chiseled into the creases of his face that it
