His screams curdled the blood when on the floor of that dingy dungeon as the jailor pressed the rod iron in his skin.
“Confess,” he ordered the condemned man. “Confess.”
“I don’t know,” he screamed. “Please, have mercy on this poor old man.”
His screams curdled the blood when on the floor of that dingy dungeon as the jailor pressed the rod iron in his skin.
“Confess,” he ordered the condemned man. “Confess.”
“I don’t know,” he screamed. “Please, have mercy on this poor old man.”