Hanged Drawn And Quartered の小説・ストーリー

“No, from what I can tell, about ninety percent of them are here out of morbid fascination, that and the need to support the actions of the kingdom. But there are always those who will want to afford change through their own actions, especially people from Zabrina’s home pack and Hill Country pack.” “Make sure the people from Duster pack have a good view, especially the families of the servants who were killed–and Alpha Hayes’s family.” I know that his children will not be here. I’ve left them in the care of responsible enough people that they would never bring them. In fact, it is against the law for children under the age of twelve to attend hangings. That’s a change I made back in the beg

In fact, in Brian's heart, he never wanted to track down and kill Richard, but Richard's crimes are truly unforgivable. I didn't go to the execution; I don't want to see any more of this bloody scene. But through Erina's words, Richard was hung on a wooden stand, subjected to 12 bullets to the chest. Before he died, he had looked towards Erina, lips moving apologetically.

Silver moved up to the funeral hall as silently as he could. All his levelheadedness left him when he saw the sight before him. Silver screamed as if someone had just hacked off his limbs. Hundreds of victims were hanged upside down in the hall with cuts all over their bodies. Their bodies, too, were absolutely pumped clean of blood, just like those people outside. The floor was red with blood.

My head spins remembering the horrific death of his. The witches murdered him in the cruellest way possible, his half body was burned and half was curled in the veins. His eyes were popped out from the socket and his head was cut off from his body. He was tortured mercilessly by the witches before they killed him. for what? Because they have a grudge with my mate? They later send his beheaded body to send a message. Dumeny sat on the farthest chair from me, his eyes were dark and hooded. He didn’t even bother to look in my direction.

When at last they calmed down, he ruled. "What is your name?" He asked me. "Jack." I answered in all truth. "Jack, I sentence you to death by hanging for murder." Angry shouts rose from the crowd, and I heard a voice say very clearly what it felt. "He broke a man's head open with his bare hands. He deserves a more painful death." The crowd cheered in agreement, and the judge ruled again. "Jack, I sentence you to be finished by hanging, after you have been shot by burning arrows and left half alive for murder."

I needed to see the full extent of Kael's madness. The square was packed with silent crowds. A wooden platform had been erected in the center where the old fountain used to stand. The fountain was gone now, smashed to rubble and in its place stood a gallows. Three bodies already hung from nooses swaying gently in the breeze. Two men and a woman. Their faces were purple and swollen, their eyes bulged. Signs hung around their necks with words painted in red: TRAITOR. REBEL. ENEMY OF THE CROWN.

As she walked in, she could see blood splattered everywhere. In the middle of the room, a man was hung by two chains holding his hands apart. His legs were also chained to the ground, positioning him in a crucifix fashion. His head hung low as though he had expired but his chest said otherwise. He still heaved, an evidence that he was still alive and breathing. Only that his breathing was laborious and rather slow.

He would never be. Denney, trembling, tried to rise. "Nephew_" "I am your king!" Alexander's voice boomed, slamming his fist against the armrest. "I am more than the son of your brother. I am your king, and you will accord me my honour. I, command, you." Silence blanketed the courtroom. Alexander sighed, rising from his seat again. "I tire of this." He stepped forward to the edge of the dais. "This is my sovereign sentence: Ten days from today, Lords Denney, Featings, and Farrington will be hanged to death in the square."

But as for these ones, I would make sure to rip them into pieces at once. “Pull the chains!” I ordered. Two of my men pulled the chains from different angles along the wheels on opposite sides to hang the petite old hag upside down; chains on both her hands and her feet. When I was satisfied with the height, I ordered them to stop. “Get the knife.”

Mikael chuckled at their antiques but nodded his confirmation nonetheless. “Why did they disown you?” Scarlett asked a bit sad, Mikael was an amazing person. “I could the Spanish fever which was uncurable, so instead of staying with me till I kicked the bucket they had the male staff carry me into the woods with my bedsheets and left me to die.” He said