Chapter Forty-Seven
Torment... physical... mental... emotional... and unending. The vast chamber exudes suffering as 128 indeed surveils.
The thick door opens to a balcony. Many feet below there is a dirt floor, clay pounded to the firmness of concrete by bare human feet.
The capstans, enormous, number four. Each has six prongs, many feet in length attached to a center axle emanating vertically from the ceiling, the generation equipment on the floor above. Secured to each prong are naked subjugants... male... female. They plod, walking in circles... two rotating clockwise, two counterclockwise. Draped over the horizontal poles, hands and wrists pulled behind, are the arms, elbows bent, the prongs held at the backs. The subjugants slowly pull... and pull and pull... the wrist bands cha
