“What the?!” Jeffery was awakened
by a sudden thump.
“That is a nail gun.” a man's voice
calmly explained. “You are in a wooden Iron Maiden.” The nailing
continued with sharp pains across Jeffery's shoulders and chest.
“What are you doing?” Jeffery
demanded.
“Rather than building a Maiden with
spikes for you, I chose to nail you once inside one.”
Pain and bleeding came from movement,
like breathing and involuntary twitches. He felt the trickling of
blood down his front.
“Wait until I find your joints or
nail into your eyes, those will be fun.”
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