Red Feline Faces the Inquisition - Chapter One

	As the man leans closer to Red Feline, she strains to see through the dark holes in his mask, trying to catch a glimpse of his eyes, his face. This man now has the power to do as he pleases with her. His only job is to exact a confession from her. There are methods and tools, but how exactly he does it is up to him. His real face is hidden by shadows. Again, she tries to say something, but only a grunt escapes her mouth as the man grabs the chain holding her wrists.

	He pulls the chain down, straightening her arms below her waist, he then takes the chain on her ankles and pulls her feet back. The chains crush and bite into her skin as he pulls her ankles to join them with the chains on her hands. Her spine arches backwards and her shoulders strain to keep her arms in their sockets. She screams in pain and frustration as he joins the links together, she can now barely move.

	Melissa the nun hears Red Feline's cry of pain, she wants to see but still does not dare to look. She herself is not sure why she is there, why she is being treated this way. Why is she, a nun, a bride of Christ, in a dungeon where witches go to face their evil deeds? Perhaps there is a reason for the other woman to be there, but not for Melissa, she is sure of that. She knows, deep inside, that she is innocent. And she knows, too, that God will protect her. He always takes care of his children and she is one of them.

	The torturer fastens the chains together and leaves the redheaded witch. He walks a few steps to an iron cage at the back of the chamber. He is not paying much attention to the woman's body, but he does feel her soft skin. "She's a lady", he thinks, "not one of those peasant wenches they usually bring to me.". She doesn't seem to be as dirty as the others when they come here, she had bathed before the prison dirt and sweat soiled her white skin. Her face looks innocent, but that hellish hair shows her true nature.

	Red Feline struggles to lift her body, trying to see what the man is doing. Her struggle brings her arms and feet back and forth across her buttocks. She manages to lever her torso upright enough to see what the man is doing. She sees him opening the door of the cage. She knows now where she is headed, at least for now, she is relieved that she is not going to the rack behind her. Again, she tries to talk. "What are you doing to me?", she manages to ask. There is no answer.