Shredded to Bits

Bella Bathory and Alexandra Sadista stand over him like they own every breath he takes. He’s already stripped, already locked in that metal head cage—nothing left to hide behind. The two dark-haired women trade looks, then trade blows. Whips crack first, cutting the air before they cut his skin. The cane comes next, sharp enough to make him jerk against the bars. Then the paddle lands with that thick, heavy thud that makes his legs shake. They don’t rush. They savor every mark they leave, every flinch, every broken sound. Blonde and black hair flashing under the lights, they work him over until he’s nothing but red lines and shaking muscle. And they’re still smiling.