a sinuous whip of conquered shadows

Their cries of despair muffled by their forced form, a whip of conquered shadows rests here.

Torn from the essence shadows leave behind when their owners doom is met by the hand of a servant of Mother Night, this sleek whip is both a graceful and sadistic representation of Her wrathful beauty made manifest. Still trapped within the eternal despair of their torment, a multitude of grotesque bodily forms drift in a warped haze, cortorting and struggling pitifully as they are separated into each of the seven individual tendrils. The occasional stretch of limbs and cacophonous pleas for mercy echo through the captured shadow's balletic movements when the whip moves to strike, as though attempting to seek release from their constent subjugation. Their silhouettes still retaining some mortal detail, these dark shapes seem to be contained in a stern handle of crude black crystal which allows them to jut forth in a plague of shadowy fog that holds both shape and form even against the piercing light of morning. A crystalline flower has been affixed to the end of the handle, the only fully corporeal ornament providing the sole splash of colour on the instrument of torture in the guise of a white magnolia with purple-tinged petals.