To my right, just behind the priest, there was an iron table, and on this table there was an array of tools neatly arranged side by side.
Pliers, needles, burner, electric rod, clipper.
When the man commented on my balls, he hadn't been referring to my calm in just the face of his intimidating actions. The surroundings and equipment items around also played a role.
I had been able to barricade my mind against the fear of torture, overcome it, but when I saw my missing limb, fear slipped through.
My face slackened for just some seconds, my chest heaving as breathing got heavier and my eyes widened.
This short moment of weakness was all the priest needed. He burst into a mad laugh, picking up a clipper and waving it in the air.
"That is just the beginning, you are in for a world of misery, my boy."
The priest brought the clipper down, placing it on my chest and dragging it down, continuing till he reached my pants.
