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purified a demonspawn
before." Seeing Nalia's face, Eliza tried to reassure her. "But
Sister Lily, our most experienced purifier, is on the task. If
anyone can do it, she can."
    "How many... how many has Sister Lily
purified?"
    "Dozens. She's an inspiration to us all."
Eliza lowered her voice conspiratorially. "They say she has never
failed. Not even once. Can you believe that?"
    "And you?" Nalia asked, hoping.
    "Me?" Eliza paused. "I... this will be my
first purification. Please forgive my lapses."
    Nalia wasn't sure what to say to that, but
Eliza spared her a response by opening one of the countless iron
doors that lined the hallway.
    The purpose of the room was unmistakable.
The Red Witches had many such chambers. Interrogation chambers,
they euphemistically called them.
    Torture implements lined the walls. Long
whips, short whips, barbed whips, iron maidens of all sizes and
shapes, and more. Most of the devices though, Nalia could not name.
They all looked cruel though.
    "This way please." Eliza said as she picked
her way through the maze of chains, tables, and chairs, all adorned
with an array of manacles and spikes. "Here. Please."
    She gestured to a wooden horse, a think
wooden triangle set five or so feet off the ground. Nalia eyed the
device apprehensively. She was feeling better now, maybe strong
enough to overpower Eliza.
    The younger girl sensed her hesitation.
"Please, I don't want to hurt you." Eliza raised her hand and Nalia
felt her collar begin to heat. "You must understand, you cannot
oppose me. The collar is controlled by my will. Should I wish it,
you will die."
    Nalia believed her. Not only was the girl
seemingly incapable of deception, but it was the only way they
could control their prisoners.
    Obediently, the sorceress mounted the wooden
horse. She could feel the sharp edge pushing against her core.
Uncomfortably, she pushed her hands against horse to relieve some
of the pressure.
    Eliza moved surely, no longer the nervous
girl she was in the hallway. She secured each of Nalia's legs,
bending them back until her ankles touched her calves and binding
them tightly with rope. Nalia didn't bother resisting, whatever
Eliza had planned for her would happen with or without her
consent.
    Twin ropes locked Nalia's ankles to her
thighs and bound her knees, forcing her legs in a kneeling
position. With no place to find purchase, her legs were nothing
more than sandbags, forcing her entire body weight onto where her
fulcrum met the wooden horse.
    "Does that hurt?" Eliza asked, securing the
last rope.
    "Only a little."
    "That's to be expected. Hands please."
    Nalia shook her head. "My hands..." she
tried lamely to explain. Her hands were the only thing keeping the
full weight of her body from pressing down between her legs.
    "Shh, I know." Eliza reassured her before a
bolt of fire struck Nalia's neck.
    The effect was immediate, Nalia's body
doubled over her muscles in shock. Her arms were limp while her
thighs clutched the horse like it was her lover. She found herself
gasping for air, unable to resist as Eliza lifted her hands and
secured them in manacles that hung above her head.
    "You understand, all this is necessary if we
are to cure you." Eliza seemed to be reassuring herself more than
Nalia.
    "Cure me... of what?" Nalia gasped. As the
fog of pain began to recede, Nalia could feel the full force of the
wooden horse pushing between her thighs, through her underclothes,
and trying to separate her lower lips.
    "Why, of your wickedness of course."
    "But what have I done?"
    Eliza shrugged. "As part of the purification
process you will confess your evil deeds."
    Sensation was returning to Nalia now. She
could feel her arms stretched above her head, the rope that bit
into her legs, the cold sweat trickling down her underarms,
anything to keep her mind off the beast between her legs. She tried
to shift position, but the beast was relentless, nuzzling and
pushing further whenever she shifted, her every move making