Of course, I knew that we had to dispose of the Countess De Whit with discretion, after all one doesn’t execute the Cardinal’s
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 who’ve 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 Cardinal’s 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 Cardinal’s orders are clear...