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Luke had heard that plenty of times, and he'd been told they were rather like a woman's. His mouth in general had received many compliments at the whorehouse.

“Nice thick hair too.” Jagger released the strand. “Open up.”

Luke obeyed the strange request, and Jagger immediately stuck a finger in his mouth while he peered at his teeth.

“You have good teeth and seem to take care of yourself pretty well overall,” said Jagger.

Before he pulled out his finger, Luke quickly sucked around the tip and tasted the leather.

Jagger smirked. “You’re not getting out of this with that.”

“I worked as a whore in a nice house, Sir. If you let me go, I can do anything you want with my lips.” Maybe Jagger would tell the other two to fuck off and take a blowjob in exchange for freedom.

Jagger raised an eyebrow. “That’s tempting, but I just want a confession for now.”

It was worth a try. “But I didn’t do anything, Sir. How can I confess to something my roommate did?”

“You’ll say quite differently after the rack. Do you know what will happen to you on that?” Jagger didn’t wait for an answer. “First, those two over there will tie you down on the table. The ropes are made quite tight on your wrists and ankles. They turn the wheels and pull you until they’re tight but not truly stretched. It’s a little less uncomfortable than what you probably feel now. If you still refuse to answer, I’ll use the cane on your stomach and inner thighs. The wheels will pull you a little more, and the questioning and caning start again. If you won’t speak, we'll move on to the poker and make it nice and hot.”

Jagger’s leather-clad fingers skimmed along Luke’s lower stomach.

“It’s quite painful right here where the skin’s nice and soft. After you’re pulled more, the poker’s used on your inner thighs. Since you’ll be tied so tightly with your ankles forced apart, you can’t close your legs. You can’t move away, and there is nothing you can do to avoid your flesh being scorched. You have plenty of skin, so the burning will continue for quite a bit.”

Jagger’s soft touch kept running across Luke’s lower stomach as he broke into a sweat and tried not to think about what his burnt flesh would smell like. His roommate had to break first. He had to.

“I don’t enjoy racking people,” said Jagger. “It’s not my thing, but the Earl’s law says it’s to be used to extract confessions or information. The prisoner can be left in agony while they’re questioned or other tortures are applied. It completely immobilizes them too, so it’s certainly useful. The healer will be brought in to take care of you so the stretching and burning can continue for hours.”

Jagger reached up to pinch his nipples, and Luke jerked as the sensitive nubs were pulled. “These can be burned or clamped. We can also put needles through them. I’ll also cane your balls if you hold out. Some men pass out during that, but we’ll bring you back around.”

He cupped Luke’s balls in one hand, and his voice hardened.

“We’ll also burn these after a point. If that doesn’t have you singing like a bird, then you’ll know what it feels like when your arms and legs are completely pulled from their sockets. You’ll feel your muscles and tendons being stretched far beyond their limit, and they’ll rip. The agony will be everywhere on your body, and there isn’t any relief whatsoever. No amount of begging or pleading will make it stop."

Luke tried to stop his shivering, but he kept picturing himself screaming on the rack while his limbs were dislocated.

“Once we’ve sufficiently torn you apart, you’ll be removed and healed. It’ll be like nothing happened to your limbs after a couple of sessions with the healer, but you’ll remember, and you’ll have tomorrow to look forward to. We’ll burn and rack you all over again. You’ll feel your limbs being torn from their sockets again if you still refuse to confess.” Jagger’s eyes locked with Luke’s. “I enjoy many things, but a man being torn apart is not one of them. I’d rather not have to do this to you.”

“Then d-don’t, Sir. I d-did nothing.”

Jagger’s voice lost some of its hardness. “But you leave me with no choice if you continue to lie. It’s my job to extract confessions when I’m here. I think we’d both prefer to avoid certain things, hm?” He tilted his head as he studied his victim with an expression like he truly didn’t want such a thing.

“But you’ll be torturing an innocent man, Sir,” Luke said in a rush. “What if I pretended to confess just to make the pain stop? Then you’ve hurt someone who did nothing.”

“But I already know what you did. You simply have to admit it.”

He seemed so sure of it, Luke wondered if he really did know.

If he could hold out, he’d be tortured, but he’d avoid the sentencing and branding if his roommate falsely confessed. Luke had committed the crime, and he didn't want to spend time in prison with whatever other punishment was decided.

But what if his roommate didn’t pretend to admit it just to make the racking and burning stop? There was a very real chance that Luke would admit what he’d actually done. He’d suffer unimaginable agony and still be sentenced.

Jagger gave one of the torturers a look who went over to the wheel on the wall. Luke’s heart thudded, as the wheel was turned, and his toes left the cold floor. The pressure on his shoulders and wrists instantly increased.

“That’s only a small taste.” Jagger grabbed Luke’s hips. “Imagine feeling that in your hips and ankles too.”

“Please-”

Jagger pushed down, and even that little bit of pressure increased the ache in his shoulders and wrists. “The sound of a man’s limbs popping from their sockets isn’t pleasant."

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