Alchemy tortures Catherine

Alchemy gripped his razor and began to slice off her left ear...slowly. Blood was flowing, and he imagined the pain she felt as it was slowly and surely cut off. She was screaming, but the basement was in the ground and the door soundproof. No one would hear it. He focused on sliding this bloody blade down her ear.

"You tortured a girl. Do you know who she was?"

She was still screaming while the blade slowly fell through.

"She...was...my friend A good friend. She helped my mother get back up on her feet when I was brought in and my father killed himself."

The screaming stopped and the ear fell off.

Alchemy stopped for a moment, and grabbed a saw. He lined up her fingers, and began slicing.

"No, Not them! No! NOOOOOOOoooo!"

She was screaming again, and Alchemy could feel the saw rubbing against bone. all four fingers on her right hand were cut off, blood spraying from them, and he immediately worked on the other ones. But he stopped halfway through. He grabbed a beatbox, and started playing Four Seasons while sawing off her other fingers. She was screaming even louder then before.

"Okay, music doesn't help." Alchemy said, as he turned the music off. "I'll be back. I've got another surprise."

Catherine flashed her eyes around and looked at her restraints. Duct tape and electrical tape. her arms were wrapped in them and bound to the chair. So were her legs.

He stepped down the steps with a smoking pot. It was full of red hot nails.

"No...No..." she mumbled.

He grabbed the tongs, grabbed nailed and lined them up with his hammer.

"I've seen this before. In like a sick perverted story I've read." He said. "Had something to do with ponies. Oh well."

He nailed the first redhot in. The pain was so excruciating, so hot, so terrible that Catherine couldn't utter a sound...and He pounded another nail in. The nails were making her blood, literally boil. He stuck the ball-gag back in her mouth, and grabbed the jumper cables. "This next one will come as a bit of a shock." He said, "but first!" He took the power drill and began screwing the nails in deeper, so much that they penetrated the metal chair and the heads of the nails were driven deep into her hands. The burning was intense, and she couldn't do a single thing.

"Now for the sudden shock." He put on a pair of rubber gloves, and grabbed cables, jamming them into an outlet...then slowly and suspenseful attaching them to the nails. he then completed the circuit and turned the lights on.