"Angel, we are here."
Here, is the depths of the dungeon of the city of Fustat.
It is an area where sunlight and fresh air cannot reach.
Therefore, there is always a smell of blood and decay here.
But the little girl didn't care, she just kept moving forward.
The torches on the wall flickered, casting the little girl's figure into a distorted shadow.
The witch was chained to the stone wall, and her wrists and ankles were rubbed with black blood marks by the rough iron rings.
But she still held her head high with a sarcastic smile on her lips.
The witch's voice was hoarse but still lazy and sweet. She was mocking the soldiers in the magic shield suits in front of her: "Oh my, is this all you can do?"
"You're using these painless torture instruments and you expect me to speak?"
The soldiers even wore special masks on their faces to prevent them from being affected by the witch's charm.
They looked at her coldly: "Don't be so stubborn."
A soldier stepped forward, holding a spiked whip in his hand: "You will tell sooner or later."
The witch chuckled and said, "Then try it. This whip should feel very comfortable when it hits me."
The soldier said nothing more, but swung his whip and hit the witch hard.
The whip cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, followed by a dull sound as the flesh was slightly torn.
The witch's body trembled violently, but she did not make any sound. She just bit her lips slightly, with the same sarcastic smile on her face.
The soldier sneered, "Well? You're not going to tell me yet?"
The witch raised her head, her eyes full of teasing: "Go on, go on."
"I like it, try harder!"
The soldier's face turned gloomy: "Then I will teach you a lesson for your vicious mouth."
He waved and another soldier stepped forward, holding a strange metal device.
Flowering pear.
It was a pear-shaped metal instrument covered with sharp blades that could be opened by twisting a handle.
"Since you want to be tough, try this!"
"Let me see if you like it this time!"
The soldier said coldly, stuffing the blossoming pear into the witch's mouth.
The witch just smiled evilly, as if she didn't take this horrible torture device seriously at all.
The soldier twisted the handle viciously, and the leaves of the flowering pear tree began to slowly open.
After a while, the corner of the witch's mouth was torn and black blood flowed down her chin.
But she still didn't make any sound, just stared at the soldier with her mocking eyes, as if to say: This is not comfortable enough.
The soldiers were obviously enraged; they swore some foul language and then decided to use more severe torture instruments.
Cult prongs.
It looks like a leather collar with two prongs attached to the right end.
When the collar is put on the prisoner's neck, one end of the fork will be inserted under the chin, and the other end will be inserted into the throat below the throat, all the way to the clavicle.
If the victim tried to lower his head or shake his head, the fork would penetrate deeper into the flesh or even into the throat.
“Try this!”
There was still no fear in the witch's eyes, but rather a hint of provocation: "Come, let me see what other tricks you have."
She put on the collar, and soon blood began to flow slowly from her chin.
The witch blinked hard several times, but she still made no sound.
Moreover, the corners of her mouth were still raised.
The soldier seemed to have noticed something. He sneered and asked, "How is it?"
"Aren't you going to tell me yet?"
The witch raised her head high, rolled her eyes downward, and stared at the soldier: "Oh? Is that it?"
“It’s really boring.”
Hearing this, the soldiers' faces almost twisted into a knot.
They decided to use the most horrible torture instruments.
Bronze Bull Punishment.
It was a copper bull-shaped torture device, hollow inside, into which people could be locked, and then a fire could be lit at the bottom to roast the people to death.
"Stick her in! I want to see how long this demon can last in there!"
The soldiers untied the witch from the wall and stuffed her into the bronze bull.
The witch pretended to be scared and began to shout for help, but when the soldier asked her to tell him why she came here, she still said nothing.
"Tell me! What on earth are you doing here?!"
The witch pretended to be terrified: "No! Don't put me in there!"
"I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again!"
The soldiers had been torturing the witch for two days and they were well aware of this guy's methods.
She would sometimes pretend to be extremely frightened, but after the torture was over she would begin to laugh at the soldiers.
So the soldiers immediately started a fire at the bottom of the bronze bull. The flames spread rapidly and the inside of the bronze bull became extremely hot.
"Go in, demon!"
The witch was stuffed into the bronze bull, and soon, a "mooing" sound began to come from the bull's mouth.
This is because the bronze bull can amplify the prisoner's cries, making them sound like the cry of a bull.
Of course, while this can cause pain to the witch, it is not fatal.
She just laughed "hehe" inside the bronze bull, and the sound turned into a series of "moos" when it was emitted by the bronze bull.
Just then, the dungeon door was pushed open.
A little girl in a white dress walked in, her face expressionless.
She said coldly: "That's enough, you can't get anything out of me like this."
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