Ferenc looked on at his beloved. The gleam in her eyes was pleasurable to him. He loved to see her filled with excitement over things. His life's long intent was to make her happy, no matter what the circumstances were. He observed Erzabet inject the needles into the flesh of their victim. Her delight filled Ferenc's heart with happiness. Although the deeds they were performing were barbaric, Erzabet delighted in the acts of her participation. Drops of crimson blood pooled underneath Roget as he lay helplessly in the rack. The piercing of Erzabets devices of torture, excited Ferenc. Everything Erzabet did to assist him in cruelty of those who deserved it, made Ferenc almost sexually ignited. The look upon his beloved's face was one of the most beautiful things his eyes had ever beared witness to.
Moans and screaming could be heard throughout the courtyard. Ferenc was pleased that his beloved Erzabet had decided to inflict her own special ways of inflicting pain upon Roget. The crowd cheered as the needle was injected into Roget's eye. "My love, how clever. However leave one with sight still allowed. I want him to bear witness to what you go with his mutt of bitch that we are holding in the belfry. Greta is all yours to play with as you wish. However, this bastard will not face his demise without witnessing her torment. I mean it's only fair. Feast your eyes up towards the tower Erzabet. The guards are holding her firmly, she has not been left out of our little display Erzabet. She has been forced to observe all that has taken place."
The mechanism of torture on the rack was to fasten the ankles of the victim to one roller and chain the wrists to the other. The handle was then used to enhance the pressure on the attached chains. The roller could also be rotated on its axis using the pulleys and levers to strain the ropes and stretch the joints of the victim. The joints would eventually be dislocated and even separated, with the muscles torn apart. Ferenc wanted Roget's torture to be seen as a dire lesson to leave the virginal maidens in the kingdom alone. Families from all over the lands would send their teenage, pure daughters to work for the countess. It was seen as a high honor to come to the Bathory Estate to be one of Erzabet's assistants. Most of these young ladies were never seen again once they arrived. The excuses ranged from the girls running away, being sent to higher monarchies to just plain out unusual disappearances. Ferenc knew precisely what the maidens were used for. They came in groves. Erzabet would never go without her needs. Ferenc would see to that.
Ferenc often used various other tortures in conjunction with the torture rack. For instance, burning with hot torches or candles could also be applied for increased pain. Additionally, pincers were sometimes used to tear out the finger and toe nails of the victim. Various phrases were used for someone who was tortured in this way on this Medieval Torture Device, including being “broken on the rack”, “stretched on the rack”, or simply, “racked”. This however was quite a crowd pleaser. Ferenc would continue his brutal assault upon The unruly slave for days upon end. The more his ego was fed, the more gruesome the torturing became.
Erzabet my beautiful blood countess, fetch me the pincers. I think I have just about had enough of this one's fighting. He has scratched me numerous times now. Sad to say, the nails must go. Don't you think? To think once they were stroked through Greta;'s hair as a loving sentiment. Now they shall become mine, I will deface the hands. You seem to delight in the pain of inflicting your madness upon them. MY beloved, I won't leave you out of this fun. As Ferenc grabbed the pincers the crowd went wild with excitement. After all this scum of a servant had disobeyed their rulers. Ferenc walked towards Roget. If you think your suffering has been unpleasant. Just you wait, you despicable whelp. It is only beginning. Oh yes, never fear, your bitch of a dog wife is in attendance, watching from afar. We have made certain that your screams would be heard by her. Although you cannot see her. She sees you plain as the light of day. Why on God's green earth did you pick such a hideous woman to be by your side? The pickings in the castle, Roget are by far more lovely choices you could have chosen. None of that matters now. You did what you did. You messed up my Erzabet's plans for Greta. Now you will continue to pay dearly. Bet you never expected this when you awoke this morning, did you? Thought the two of you would leave and never be found. You insult my intelligence Roget. NO One, but No One, gets away with that."
Ferenc placed the rusted pincers in his hands. He ran the cold steel up the man's torso the edges of the devices were sharp, leaving small gashes behind where the blade had been dragged. Ferenc raised the pincers high in the air for all to see. "Wonder what should come off first? Any ideas my loyal subjects? He heard cries and screams of Roget's groin being discarded. "OH... Not yet. That would be too easy. He would surely bleed out from that type of torment. I would say the nails upon his hands and feet should come off first. Then I will grant one lucky observer the chance to inflict their level of disgust upon this vermin. Only one though. This is my show also Erzabet's show. I think she should bring out the Katherines Wheel to teach that little harlot, her form of a lesson well learnt. I will leave it up to my lovely to decided Greta's fate. A simple bloodletting bath would be too easy Erzabet. I think in my opinion you should use Katherine's wheel among with other little nasties, that I am sure you can dream up. The crowd revved up. "The Wheel, The Wheel, The Wheel"
Ferenc raised the rusted pincers to Roget's hands. "Let me see. Oh yes, this would be the finger that you so insanely placed a ring of devotion upon Greta's hand. It goes first. Pardon me, for not having these oiled and sharpened before today. How clumsy of me. I should have been more prepared. It will only make it take just a small amount more time this way. I want to hear you scream to your maker for forgiveness and a swift death. Im sure that sins spoken on deaf ears aren't heard though. I don't think God Almighty, will hear you on this day. You have sinned against man, myself, my wife and the great people of Hungary. They are here to watch you die. All of them wish this fate upon you not just Erzabet and myself. The whole damned crowd of spectators. All except one... Roget, He snickered then smirked in his face. Greta is with child. What??? You didn't know? Such a pity that she didn't tell you of this news. Seems we will have a great displacement and a grand death of a small family here in these honorable gates. Tsk Tsk, Why don't you think that bitch of a woman did not tell you of your child? Does not matter to me. It Only makes the kill more sweeter. The child will be last to perish before your eyes. I will see to that, In fact I damned well promise it.. You disobeyed me Roget. You receive absolutely no mercy. Nor does your bitch of wife or that mangy; helpless, little, unborn, whelp in all of this. The child will become yet another trophy upon my wall, in the main corridor. The Bastard Son that never was, What should we shall call him."
Just Then His eyes gleamed. "Erzabet, Shall we keep the little bastard then torture him everyday, of his pathetic, little life?"
