100 Theme Challenge #37

This acts as a prequel to my story The Cellar. I strongly advise you read it before this one, as you'll understand more the concept and background.

37. Mother

"Marita, I want you to come with me to the cellar tonight," said The Master one day, one she didn't believe would ever come. They were lying naked in his bed, sweat drying from their previous activity.

"You would allow me such a privilege?" She was almost giggling with glee.

"And more, my pet. You shall be my assistant."

She was delighted, it'd be so much entertainment.

The following night, after she witnessed with disgust her monstrous daughter discuss with the woodcutter, she was called to the Master.

"Tonight, my dear, you shall witness my work."

She followed him when everyone was asleep, down to the cellar. It was humid; the air heavier, filled with rats' whimpers… and others. They walked through many corridors before they reached a heavy metal door.

The keys clanged together in the Master's hand when he unlocked it, and the hinges' scream almost made her deaf as she took in the scene before her.

One of the servants was tied to an operation table, a gag in her mouth. Her eyes were puffy, and snot was all over her otherwise cute face. She always hated her.

"How did you choose her?" She asked, eyeing the various instruments, the chains and the Middle Age machines.

"My son saw her involved with another woman, her sins have to be punished."

At that the woman began to sob, weakly struggling against her restraints. By the blood around them, she must have struggled all day long.

"What do you plan to do to her, then?"

The Master approached, stroked a pale leg up to her thigh.

"Anything you want me to do, my dear."

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