Abasdarhon's Castle

The girl grabs an axe, cuts the guy's pants, pulls out his penis, and chops it off. It doesn't work the first time, so she has to chop a couple more times. The basement is filled with a wild scream. But it subsides when the severed organ ends up in the prisoner's mouth.
- Eat it, you bastard. Swallow! You were the ones screaming, you scum. Swallow, bitch, swallow! Who's the bitch now, huh? Who?
Ansiel tries to make the guy swallow, but she has little experience in such things, and besides, she was exhausted from being in the basement. The guy wrenches his head back, spits out his organ, and starts screaming wildly again. The girl looks at the tools; she picks up an awl and stabs it into the prisoner's right eye. The screams continue. The girl steps away from the tormented man. Her eyes are filled with rage and animalistic pleasure. She happily watches as the guy writhes in pain, bleeding.

Quint watched in silence, his thin lips tightly pressed together, nodding thoughtfully. Yes, there is a lot of anger in her, but little calculation, little confidence in her movements; they are hasty and ineffective. Giving herself completely to the task, with all her being, with all her heart, she doesn't think, and whoever doesn't think always makes mistakes. And she wants to cause pain too much, and a strong desire is always an obstacle on the way to the goal. An indifferent person is impassive; his mind is clear and sees the whole picture, not his petty goal; his body is calm and relaxed; it moves naturally, which means it moves most effectively. However, he himself has been coming to an understanding of these simple truths for years, as did his father. Perhaps Decimus will understand sooner. At least, he is doing everything possible for it.
- Alright, finish him off, - Quint commanded.