What kind of man drinks liquored-up coffee while torturing someone?
An Irishman. That's who.
Dire brought down a coffee pot, filters, coffee, Jameson, and Baileys for this evening's excursions. By that, I mean we're going to have a little fun with Dungeon.
I've enjoyed watching the enemy thrashing his head back and forth while Timber and Dire tie him to the rack we moved here this morning. Now, I don't mean some p***y ass standing rack. I mean a state-of-the-art medieval-style rack with a pulley system. Back in the day, these were made out of wood with rope. It's simple, really— a rectangular box with four individual pulleys in each corner. Attached to the cylinders is some kind of rope. The rope is wrapped around each wrist and ankle. You tighten the ropes enough, you can dislo
