The pain and suffering escalates to a feverish pitch as I take my insubordinate beyond his threshold with my intense leather bullwhip. Harder and faster I whip his soft flesh, and with each strike he screams at the top of his lungs for me to be merciful. But there will be no mercy. Because he is not quite broken yet.

Broken is not even good enough for this irreverent fool. He must be crushed...shattered into a thousand tiny little piece. Not only physical suffering is required, but psychological damage from which he can never recover. This is my design for this lowly infidel. Once ... Show more