"Anthony, did you know that in Classical Greece there was a rather amusing torture device that was widely popular." I gave a slight pause, taking ti to gauge the reaction of our captive from the corner of my eyes. "They called it the brazen bull..." I proclaid proudly.
Anthony looked at with amused eyes and then just humd in acknowledgent.
"Do you know why they called it that?" I asked him playfully. He chuckled lightly and shook his head.
"Why don't you enlighten , Mia? I can see that you are rather eager to inform about this grueso torture thod that you seem to be so obsessed with." I gave him a pointed look before continuing.
"Because you seem to be so keen on knowing about it, I will do you the honor of getting to know this ingenious thod," I bit back. "Supposedly, a man by the na of Perrilus took it upon himself to please his ruler, the great dictator, Phalaris Agigentum. It looked like a life-sized bull but had a door like entrance in it. The incredible part was that there were holes in the nostrils and horns of the bronze bull. A criminal who would be convicted of a capital cri would be put into this enclosed, but hollow bull and then slowly roasted to-"
"What?" he interrupted, looking at with shock filled eyes. "They cooked this person and ate them?" an incredulous chuckle left his lips.
"Of course, not! As cool as cannibalism may seem to you, this device is slightly more complex." He huffed and gestured to carry on. He seed rather intrigued.
"So? What did they do next?" he urged when I didn't continue.
"As the bull was placed over the fla and the person inside roasted in the heat, they would scream in agony. The bull was so built that these screams would filter through the holes in the horn and nostrils and sound like a raging bull, thereby fulfilling the irony of the na."
"That was rather... intriguing."
"I know," I said, seeing that Cienna looked rather shaken.
"Where did you get this information from, Mia? I'm sure you've never seen this ritual happen before."
"Who told you that I haven't?" I asked him with a challenging look.
As a matter of fact, I found out about this thod from a drug lord who was obsessed with Greek Classicism. He happened to love torture and Greece. I was rather horrified when I heard of what was to happen, and a bit flustered when he tortured his subordinate for lying to him, but I shortly understood the beauty of the thod.
Cruel, grueso, and painful.
"Who have you been mixing with?" he asked , his voice as low as a whisper.
"Fanatics and psychopaths?" I offered, innocently.
"How did you survive?" he asked . No, the curiosity in his voice was shrouded with fear and worry. It was rather endearing.
"Let finish the story," I gave him a playful glare.
It helped that I killed them all in the end. It helped to know that I was invincible.
"Go on," he resigned after giving a heated stare.
"The dictator, though, wasn't pleased with Perrilus. Because he had a sense of humor, he put Perrilus into his own device and put him to death. Unfortunately, karma is a bitch. The people of the kingdom rebelled against the tyranny of the king and he too was put to death in the very sa brazen bull." I ended with a deep breath.
"What was the moral of the story, Mia?" he asked, a bit amused. I giggled at the fact that he had picked up the subtle hint.
"What goes around... cos around," I pronounced.
"And that karma is a bitch." I laughed loudly. "Are you Karma?" he teased.
"A bitch? Yes. Karma?" I let it hang there.
"No?" he taunted.
"Maybe."
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"You want the mark to be right; you can't strangle her, Ethan!"
"You want to pin this as a suicide?" Ethan guffawed. "You fed her acid, which is proof enough."
"Not that it worked on her!" I ca to the rescue. "She has poisoned her body to the extent that it got immune to acid, do you think that is easy?" I shook my head. I was rather impressed that she had rendered herself indestructible to all things liquid and poisonous. It was one thing about her that impressed . For the life of , I couldn't rember anything else about her.
Of course, this conversation was taking place while she was still lying in front of us, mostly catatonic. She was not dead; not even after sixteen hours of consuming the acid that Michael had assured would kill slowly. It seed that it didn't really work on the killing part and concentrated more on the pain when it ca to Cienna.
At that mont, Michael and Ethan were engaging in a verbal duel where they decided how they would kill her off. While Michael was opting for sending a ssage by letting the cops find her body and deem it a suicide, Ethan thought it was all too complicated for us to carry out. It was an engaging conversation. I was siding with Michael on it.
"People are known to survive acid consumption, Ethan," Michael argued.
"What would happen after the autopsy report? They would find out then."
"They would also find out that it was not the acid that killed her, but the rope. That is why we need to make it look like suicide."
"I think both of you are deranged," he huffed and then shook his head at the motionless prisoner.
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