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The Warrant  -- Part 6/6


By Jason Sterling
<sterling.jason (at) gmail.com>


When I awoke feeling as if every part of my body was racked with
pain, Selwyn was no longer with me.  I called out for him, but
the stone walls of my cell merely echoed my feeble call.  I tried
to get up on my feet but my legs would not support me, having
forgotten that they cut the string above my ankles to make me into
a permanent cripple.  I lay in a pool of my own piss and became
aware of a great thirst.  A bucket near the door looked like it
might contain water, so I crawled over to it to see if there was
anything in it to drink.  There at the bottom was perhaps two
cups of water and when I reached down to pick it up I found I
had no hands to grasp the container.  Trying to grip it with the
stumps they left me at the ends of my arms I knocked the bucket
over on its side spilling the water onto the stone floor.  I had
no choice but to lower my head down to the stones and lick the
liquid up into my parched mouth.  What else could they do to me
that would humble and degrade me to any lower depths of devravity?


I had overlooked the next part of the edict:
[To Wit;
On the sixth day, as he has countenanced evil, let his ears and
nose be cut away; let the weights be wrenched from his chest; then
let the wounds be seared shut with a heated iron; as he has spoken
evil, let his tongue be pulled from his mouth with heated pincers,
and let his teeth be broken; and as he has fallen into darkness,
let a heated iron be forced into his eyes, that they boil and
butst; let this be gone the last, that he may have seen what he
has wrought on himself and his house;]


With the words of this last part of the punishment resounding in
my head, I realized that when they came for me today I would be
faced with the last trials of endurance that I had suffered at the
hands of the people who worked on me all this time.  I resolved
that I was going to try to suffer their indignities with what
little strength remained in my tortured body.


I must have drifted off into a fitful sleep because when the door
to my cell swung open with a loud clang I woke with an image of
Selwyn deeply massaging my body as he did many times in the past.
Since I had appointed him as my personal body servant just after
I became lord of the manor there was no part of my privy nature
that he was restricted from knowing well.  If I had any soreness
or strain in any muscle or just needed a tender touch and someone
to talk to about very private matters, Selwyn was always there to
work out the kinks from my body as well as the doubts and fears
that came to mind from time to time.  Where was he now that my
body cried out for relief?


A swift kick to my still aching rear end prodding me to crawl out
into the main chamber and to receive the rest of my sentence
broke the image in my mind and I was forced to inch my way across
the dirty and stained floor out to where a new structure of wood
and straps awaited me.  The center of the room was now occupied
with what looked somewhat like a large chair, but the back
slopped at an angle and where my head would be there was a solid
structure, almost box liked, that I presumed was for my head and
neck.  I was manhandled off the floor and flung into the chair
with thick leather straps quickly pulled tightly around my whole
body.  My head was forced back and clamped into the box.  Giant
wooden wedges were driven into my mouth against the back teeth
which open my mouth so widely I thought it would dislocate my
jaw.


With nary a word from the same butcher who had done much of the
previous insults to my person this last week he picked up a tool
and proceeded to pull out my front teeth one by one.  When he
would encounter an unwilling tooth after several hard yanks on it,
he would attack the tooth with a larger tool and break it into
smaller pieces.  Then, the smaller pincers would be used to
extract the remnants.  All the while I screamed from the pain but
this didn't detract in the slightest from his endeavors.  The
blood and spit ran into the back of my throat and I had a great
deal of trouble trying to swallow this soupy mixture just to keep
from drowning in my own juices, not that this was something that
would not please me.  But, ones own natural reflexes seemed to
prevent me from allowing this to happen.


When all of my front teeth had been extracted, save for the back,
chewing teeth, a large, pointed pincher grasped my tongue and it
was pulled outward as far as the strength of my torturer could
achieve.  With my head held in place and my mouth as wide open as
it could possibly be a sharp knife was thrust into the back of my
mouth and my tongue was sliced through to the tendons with no more
than two quick motions of the blade.  At first I felt no pain;
only the warm, sticky feel of the blood that flowed from the nub
that once was the back of my tongue.  A searing iron forced into
my mouth quickly stemmed the flow of blood.  That action caused
me so much pain that I must have fainted, because a bucket of
cold water thrown on me to make me revive made me suddenly aware
that without the ability to swallow anymore that useless stump at
the back of my throat was worthless in controlling what went down
my gullet.


They let me partially recover this last outrage I was subjected to
and removed the wooden wedges holding my mouth open all this time.
With my jaw now somewhat in my control again I attempted to hurl
as many invectives at the peasant who wielded these instruments
of torture, but only unintelligible gibberish came from my throat.
The several men gathered about doing all this to me all had a
hearty laugh at my attempt.  The leading tormentor said, "You have
mouthed your last traitorous utterance against the Crown.  No more
will you incite true, loyal subjects of the King into your own
foul ways.  The loss of your stones took away your manhood.  The
lack of a tongue now makes you a mute.  Just a few more things we
will take from you and you will be free to go on your merry way."


After about an hour of rest my nose was the next part of my body
that they took from me.  A quick slice of a blade while a pinchers
held my septum detached that part of my anatomy easily.  The open
flaps of skin now attached to my cheeks were burned as in the past
to prevent all the blood that poured like wine from was once my
nose.  I had seen convicted criminals who had their noses removed
as penalty for their crimes and as warning to others who were left
wandering the streets of the larger towns.  The sight of that open
sore in the middle of their faces always made me look away from
such a ghastly disfigurement, but now I was the one who would make
people avert their eyes whenever they would look at me.  I had
become an ugly, mute, eunuch cripple all within a few days.  There
was nothing else they could do to me that could make me feel any
lower about myself.  Death, where is thy sting?


The two hooks that attached to my nipples were each extracted by
a quick, vigorous pull of the chain that held the weights all this
time.  They had been there so long that I had become used to them.
And, the ever present hot iron was pulled from the coals and
applied to the open wounds.  I must have become inured to the pain
and burning, because I barely felt their actions.  At least I
could no longer smell the odor of burning flesh that so sickened
me in the past few days.


What they did to me next was a surprise.  The box that held my
head was turned to position my right ear upward.  What I had not
seen was a pot of molten metal behind me on the grates and that
was slowly poured into the ear canal.  I thought my head would
explode from the searing heat of the liquid they used to deafen
me.  To help it harden quickly, a cup of cold water was poured
onto the ear and I could feel, not hear, the mass bubbling as it
cooled and became a permanent plug into the right side of my
head.  The same sharp knife that took away my sense of smell also
sliced off the outer ear lobe smooth with the plug they had just
made part of my body.  When they turned my head to do the same
with my left ear, I offered no resistance.  I was too shocked to
do anything but go limp and let them have their way with me.  I
was through fighting.  All I wanted to do was to die as quickly as
possible, and whatever I could do to speed up the process I was
more than willing to do.


My only contact with the outside world was my eyesight.  They had
left that for the last.  With my head upright and looking at the
advancing lout with the white-hot poker in his hands waving it
in front of my eyes, I watched him approach and held my breath
when he carefully stuck it into my left eye socket.  I couldn't
even hear myself scream when he did this, but I knew I must have
because my throat was raw and strained from some effort on my
part.  The next eye cast me into total darkness when it was thrust
into me.  I was now sealed inside myself and the only reason I
knew I was still alive was the thoughts going around my brain and
the constant pain from all the wounds they had inflicted on me
during the course of this week within their clutches.


While still strapped into the chair a tube was inserted into the
back of my throat and what felt like water was poured into me,
stopping only when I couldn't swallow fast enough and I coughed up
a mixture of blood and water when it got into my lungs.  The tube
that had allowed me to vent piss was forcibly extracted from my
crotch and I had some limited control once again over the ability
to hold urine and release it when my bladder felt full.  After
being unbuckled from the chair I was picked up and tossed into
a pile of straw; exactly where, I had no idea.  I must have gone
to sleep but I had no way of telling how long I drifted from one
dream to the next.  In fact, it was very hard to tell when I was
asleep and when I was awake.  The two versions of existance seemed
to merge into each other.


I must be awake because I could feel someone holding my hair and
spooning what was probably porridge into the back of my throat.
It took alot of effort to learn how to swallow even this soft
food.  I had lost all ability to taste and smell so the gruel
spooned into my throat could be soupy horseshit for all I knew.
And that was something my gaolers were apt to do with one of
their victims.  I merely allowed the slop to be shoveled into
my gullet and learned to gulp it without the aid of a tongue.


What could have been hours, days or even weeks later I felt
myself being carried up some steps and soon I felt the warmth
of the sun on my naked skin for the first time as I was dropped
unceremoniously onto what was probably the courtyard pavement.  A
swift kick in my rump goaded me to crawl away and I was guided
to what was the gateway of the stronghold complex by well placed
blows to my body.  I soon felt my knees and elbows encounter
a softer ground covered by grass.  A dim memory of the layout of
the entire place allowed me to navigate my way to a busy road
that surrounded the area.  Here my strength gave out and I
collapsed with fatigue by the side of the road.


I next recall being manhandled and I think I was loaded into a
cart, because I could feel the bumps and jostling of the trip I
was now on.  Where were they taking me?  Were these strangers
collecting refuse and I was just a soon to be rotting corpse that
needed to be cleared from the streets?  My journey ended and I was
carried, gently this time, into a building where someone washed my
body for the first time in ages.  I next felt a familiar touch.
Deft hands were massaging my body and I realized that nobody but
Selwyn ever caressed my aching muscles so skillfully.  I learned
that even without eyes my empty sockets could still produce tears.



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