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"— You're right, for some unknown reason this topic felt close to me." — Alsira propped her cheek with her fist. — "It's only fair for every judge to witness the sentence being carried out. And replenishing supplies won't hurt either."
- Thick, sturdy wood, just what's needed. - Having "borrowed" a couple of quality pieces from the regional stocks, Luciferia, with deft movements of her hands and the tools within them, made two long stakes, but instead of sharpening one end, she smoothed it, making it rounded. - You know, my lady, why they aren't pointed? So the punished don't die too quickly, of course! The body shouldn't be torn, pierced, or broken to inflict maximum pain, heh-heh-heh!! - She also greased these poles with some oil, presumably for the same purpose. - Well? What are you standing around for — get on with it!
The mind-controlled wretches embedded the wooden stakes into the ground, and then, despite their bodies' protests, set off on their final journey. Once the task was done, the Sithian released them from her control.
- I give them a day or two, but don't be shy, my lady, you can do whatever you wish with them. Aaah... What music to the ears these harmonious moans and sobs are.