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She gestured to one of her guards, who approached with a cart filled with a menacing collection of torture instruments. Whips, chains, and various sharp implements gleamed in the dim light, casting twisted shadows across the walls.
Callister's eyes sparkled with a dark hunger as he licked his lips, sizing up the instruments that were meant to break him. I found it both disturbing and fascinating; this man, who enjoyed pain, was about to face the Red Queen's wrath.
"Choose your poison, dear Callister," she teased, her grin wicked. "Or perhaps you'd prefer something more... creative? I'm sure my guards can come up with something new and exciting just for you."
"Your threats don't scare me," Callister replied in a bored tone. "I don't know where Alice is."
"Very well." She sighed theatrically, as if disappointed by his stubbornness. She turned to her guards and snapped her fingers. "Begin."
The tension in the throne room was almost unbearable. I could feel Hatter's eyes on me, urging me to act, but I knew we had to be patient. We couldn't risk the Red Queen discovering our presence, not when so much was at stake. The Red Queen's wrath would be our chance to turn the tide—but only if we played our cards right.
As the first strike of the whip connected with Callister's back, I braced myself for his inevitable scream of pain.
But it never came.
Instead, he let out a guttural moan, one that held an unmistakable hint of pleasure. His eyes fluttered closed, and a small smirk played on his lips. He seemed to relish the pain, as if it were an old friend.
"More," he whispered, his voice dripping with perverse eagerness. Whispers rose up all throughout the room.
The Red Queen's eyes widened in disgust before narrowing into a furious glare. "Make it hurt more! I want him begging for mercy!"
She motioned towards her guards, who hesitated only for a moment before unleashing their fury upon Callister.
"Harder," he gasped, arching his back to meet every hit. "You'll have to do better than that if you want me to remember something I don’t know.”
The room echoed with the sounds of their whips cracking against his flesh, each strike more vicious than the last. But instead of breaking, Callister laughed, his arousal evident as each blow seemed to fuel his desire.
The torture continued, much to everyone’s horror and Callister's delight. The guards used every instrument they had: knives that sliced through his flesh like butter, red-hot pokers that seared his skin, and all the while, Callister embraced the pain, his face contorted in a perverse mix of agony and ecstasy.
"Is that all you've got?" he taunted, smirking at the Red Queen. "I've had worse on a slow afternoon."
"You sick, twisted creature!" she finally screamed, her face twisted in fury.
In the stunned silence that followed, the atmosphere in the throne room grew heavy with tension. Nobody dared to move or speak as the Red Queen paced back and forth, trying to contain her anger.
Suddenly Dinah gestured to the guards, their eyes wide with confusion and fear. “Use your imagination to create something more painful!"
Two guards shared a look, then one of them conjured one more object onto the cart—a whip covered in long, razor-sharp thorns.
As I watched, invisible and horrified, I couldn't help but feel the tension in the room grow thick and suffocating. The other prisoners shifted uncomfortably in their chains, trying to avoid looking at Callister's mangled body. Even the guards paused in between blows, glancing nervously at each other, their hands slick with sweat as they hesitated between tormenting Callister further and fearing the Red Queen's wrath.
In the midst of this madness, something caught my eye—a small, shiny object that slipped from Callister's pocket and clattered onto the cold stone floor. It was a gold chip, embossed with the unmistakable logo of Ransom's casino, the Rabbit Hole.
The sound of the chip hitting the floor seemed to echo throughout the throne room, capturing everyone’s attention with its cheerful metallic chime. The stunned silence that followed was almost deafening.
The Red Queen's gaze snapped to the chip, her eyes glittering with a dangerous curiosity.
“Guards!” she bellowed, her voice like thunder. “Cease your torture... for now."
The guards immediately stopped their assault on Callister, who slumped forward in his chains, panting heavily. Blood dripped from his countless wounds, but still, that twisted smile remained on his lips.
Meanwhile, Dinah retrieved the gold chip and handed it to the queen.
“Tell me, dear Callister," the Red Queen continued, her voice low and menacing, "have you recently been to the Rabbit Hole? Did you bring Alice there?”
Callister's head lifted, a smirk playing on his lips despite the pain he had just endured. He remained silent, refusing to answer her.
"Tell me!" I could see her frustration mounting as she glared at Callister, waiting for a response that wouldn't come.
