Of course, I knew that we had to dispose of the Countess De Whit with discretion, after all one doesnít execute the Cardinalís former mistress publically in the city square. But, usually with a woman this beautiful we would have invited the usual, shall we say rather more sadistic members of the nobility, people whoíve willingly paid a pretty coin in the past to watch as we raped and slowly tortured other beautiful women to death for their amusement. But this time the Cardinalís orders were clear, the Countess De Whit was to die a slow agonizing death in the Iron Maiden, and this time, no witnesses.

Damn, I hate it when the Cardinalís orders are clear...