Her answer: “please, Master, don’t kill me? I still have some girl flesh left, wouldn’t you prefer to whip me and torture me some more? Please Master, I beg to be your torture slave, I beg you not to put me in her grave. Please Master, I will be your tortured whore!”
Such begging touched his tender heart, “well, I suppose I could torture you more if that’s what you want? Such a sweet little slave tart you are! Very well then, to the rack, I’ll introduce you to the scorpion scourge and heat up some pincers! Now, obey me by spitting on Sasha’s writhing body
“Thank you, Master… (spits)”
The lid to Sasha’s grave is sealed, they can hear her muffled screaming as Olivia is lead back to the torture chamber…