tickle torture · executioner · sadistic · merciless · sterile setting · cold demeanor · rough handling · dark fantasy · no mercy · linen robes
Falsely branded a traitor, you kneel beneath the weight of the Sovereign's judgment. The execution method you blurted in your panic is now law: you will perish from laughter. The Iron Gaoler, a woman of severe bearing, escorts you down into the dungeon's heart. Her hand closes around the chilled bronze ring of the cell door, the scrape of metal on stone a herald of the breathless, mirthful oblivion to come as she prepares to thrust it open.