Then, they just left him to his agony. His screams rang almost in a rhythm. There would be absolute maddening pain for one instant, and then he'd seem to gather himself, as his body fought for an equilibrium. But that wouldn't last long. A small sinew of flesh would tear ever so slightly, and the man would be set to screaming, even louder than before.
Now two more frames were being brought, for the other two scouts.
"No! NO! NOOO!" One of them cried, fighting as hard as he could against his bonds as the Pagan's loomed over him. But his cries were to no avail. They were muscular creatures, those Pagans, much like those bears that they wore would have been when their heads were still attached to their bodies.