Deine GroÃfYe, macht mich klein, du darfst mein Bestrafer sein...
Not really related to the Rammstein song of the same lyrics (But I was listening to it. Now it's stuck in my head. Great.). This is an art trade I did with someone. The idea was to draw images from the same castle featuring different characters/angles. This fellow is the castle's executioner.
I found a rather gruesome description of the torture method, so if you're a pansy or a kid, you may want to skip this:
"The wheel. Stretched out, naked on his or her back, the victim's arms and legs were fixed to the outer rim of the wheel. Blocks of wood were placed beneath all the important bones and joints. Wielding an iron bar, the torturer smashed arms and legs into pulp, using all his skill to avoid actually killing his victim. The report of one eyewitness described how the victim was turned into a sort of huge screaming puppet writhing in rivulets of blood, a puppet with four tentacles, like a sea monster, of raw, slimy, and shapeless flesh mixed up with splinters of smashed bones. When there was nothing left to break, the limbs were woven among the spokes of the wheel. The wheel was then raised horizontally on a pole. Birds of prey pecked at the eyes and tore off bits of flesh. Wheeling was probably the slowest and most agonizing death the human mind has ever conceived."
PANSIES AND CHILDREN CAN COME OUT NOW!
I actually thought the worst form of torture would be much worse than this. I expected it would have been much more complicated. But I think I shall not dwell on that for too long...or else my mind will scare away other people. As if it hasn't already done that. *math*