She smiled and nodded to the gentleman that sat across from her. ?I look forward to that piece showing up at the estates.?
?It?s been a pleasure, Dutchess.?
?Perhaps, but I shall have to see to that, now won?t I?? Her chuckle was soft, husky, and it sent a shiver up the man?s spine as she stood from the table. ?Have a good afternoon, Mr. Belwerth.? She turned, and nodded to the butler that held the door open for her, and she made her way to the awaiting Bentley.
?Let us take a trip to the museum, Dominiq. I believe that I would like to see where this newest attraction might be able to be displayed, as well as talk to Dr. Burns about a few more items that we will soon be acquiring.?
?As you say, ma?am. There, too, is the matter of the horse purchase later this afternoon from Mrs. Franklin. That is to take place at 4:00pm.? Dominiq droned on, as if he had done this a million times. In truth, he had and there was nothing else he would want to do. He had his freedom, which was more than he had a few years ago, and yet, he didn?t want to be anywhere else except at the Dutchesses side.
?Thank you, Dominiq. Let us hurry then so that we are not late.?
?Yes ma?am.? The door was closed, and he stepped around the vehicle and settled himself behind the wheel, making their way the few hours to the city and the museum.
The time had given her a moment to reflect on the piece she had just acquired. It had been some time since she had seen a piece that reflected the mindset of the one who created it.
This one, in particular, was not so much a difference from the classic Iron Maiden, but the spikes were shorter to where just enough would scratch up against the skin. On each end of those spikes were many tiny barbs, where upon a simple glance it looked as if the spikes had been rubbed with a hard file, but on closer inspection, one could see that each barb was deliberately cut into those spikes, and in that crevice on each barb there was a small well that could hold a small drop of substance.
After doing some research, and digging into the item?s history, she found that that well often held a small drop of poison. That poison was often used to slowly kill the intended victim by whatever means that poison was meant to by scratching and barely piercing the skin just enough to get the toxin within.
There were some documents stating that there could be screaming heard for months on end.
?It?s been a pleasure, Dutchess.?
?Perhaps, but I shall have to see to that, now won?t I?? Her chuckle was soft, husky, and it sent a shiver up the man?s spine as she stood from the table. ?Have a good afternoon, Mr. Belwerth.? She turned, and nodded to the butler that held the door open for her, and she made her way to the awaiting Bentley.
?Let us take a trip to the museum, Dominiq. I believe that I would like to see where this newest attraction might be able to be displayed, as well as talk to Dr. Burns about a few more items that we will soon be acquiring.?
?As you say, ma?am. There, too, is the matter of the horse purchase later this afternoon from Mrs. Franklin. That is to take place at 4:00pm.? Dominiq droned on, as if he had done this a million times. In truth, he had and there was nothing else he would want to do. He had his freedom, which was more than he had a few years ago, and yet, he didn?t want to be anywhere else except at the Dutchesses side.
?Thank you, Dominiq. Let us hurry then so that we are not late.?
?Yes ma?am.? The door was closed, and he stepped around the vehicle and settled himself behind the wheel, making their way the few hours to the city and the museum.
The time had given her a moment to reflect on the piece she had just acquired. It had been some time since she had seen a piece that reflected the mindset of the one who created it.
This one, in particular, was not so much a difference from the classic Iron Maiden, but the spikes were shorter to where just enough would scratch up against the skin. On each end of those spikes were many tiny barbs, where upon a simple glance it looked as if the spikes had been rubbed with a hard file, but on closer inspection, one could see that each barb was deliberately cut into those spikes, and in that crevice on each barb there was a small well that could hold a small drop of substance.
After doing some research, and digging into the item?s history, she found that that well often held a small drop of poison. That poison was often used to slowly kill the intended victim by whatever means that poison was meant to by scratching and barely piercing the skin just enough to get the toxin within.
There were some documents stating that there could be screaming heard for months on end.