He was chained spread-eagled on a vertical stone monolith. Two sets of eyes, placed one above another and smoldering with red hatred, observed him. Flames were devouring his limbs. Blades were slashing open his torso. Hammers were crushing his face. The pain was excruciating. But his flesh did not wither in the fire, and his wounds closed instantly. He was burned, frozen, slashed, crushed, stabbed. Anything and everything that could cause pain was done to him, and nothing left a mark.

In his mind, there was just pain, pain everywhere, pain such as to drive away any rational thought. But in the core of his being, below the conscious mind, below even the animalistic needs and basic instincts of the subconscious, there was only one idea, one feeling, – no, less even than that, one concept – that became the base of his entire existence.

Revenge.

Thanks to all that found the time to read the story. Please let me know if you liked it, hated it or if it left you indifferent - all are important to me in order to improve my style.

Also, at the moment I don't have many ideas for new stories in this series, so if you have any, please PM me.

Cheers!