New Torture

A metal baton struck my back as I collapsed to the floor. Or rather, I tried to. The iron arms of the two guards, pinning me in place, kept me from escaping the merciless blows of my assailant. Distantly, I heard the bone shattering as my arm twisted at a strange angle after another blow rained upon it.

Suddenly, I slammed face first into the cold iron floor. I tasted the coppery tang of blood in my mouth. It took me a moment to realize that the guards had dropped me on the floor, and I squirmed to turn and look my assailant in the eye before I died.

The young man stood imposingly over my broken and battered body. A metallic clang rang out as he dropped the bloodied baton. His sleeves were rolled up, likely to prevent blood from getting on them. 

"Why wouldn't you bless me, old man? All I saw in your daughter was her pretty face, but you- you thought I 'wasn't worthy of her'? I'm a noble, while you're just a commoner. You think your daughter is any different? Now tell me where she is, and I might just give you a quick death," he spat contemptuously.

By now, I had more or less pieced the pieces together, as well as I could through the blinding agony. The person before me was a noble, likely the son of some important figure, and had been trying to force *my* daughter to marry him, which led *me* to get her to run away. 

This ignoble, useless excuse for a human being was infuriated by my actions and couldn't find her, so he somehow managed to land *me* in jail and torture *me* to try and find out her location. Clearly, that wasn't working, so today was going to be *my* execution. 

Naturally, he couldn't be satisfied with just watching this poor old man, whose body I was in, die an utterly undeserved death, he had to come and break every bone in his body and torture me some more before my execution. 

Frankly, at this point I was hoping that they would just stop hitting me and just drag me back to my cell before the execution, but naturally there was more in store for me. 

After another brutal beating, this time by guards, I was sent to a prison healer, who worked some magic on me and healed most of my wounds. I then had the pleasure of experiencing what nails being inserted into my fingers felt like, then a few people started hammering the nails into the walls, pinning me to said walls in the process.

Fortunately, I fainted halfway through, and didn't regain consciousness until I was brought to my execution… which I did not have to experience. Instead, I was knocked out after being fed some drug, presumably was executed while unconscious, and awoke to a fresh version of torture….

I was on a ship, at sea, and distinctly seasick.