Rurik approached the hanging girl, head cocked at her distant expression.
"War-chief, did you break this one's mind already?" he growled.
"She'll come back to us soon enough. The body has a way of demanding the mind's attention when it's being torn."
"Right." His gaze moved up and down the Sylesian woman's body, drawing appetite for what was to come. Rough hands seized her by the hips and twisted her about so she faced the pole.
Rurik leaned over the girl's shoulder to whisper in her ear. "You have a pert little ass, wench," he hissed. "I'm sure it will make a fine home for my cock."
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