the flames licking hungrily at the delicate lips of her cunt and her ass-hole. The burnt and tortured body hung inert. Sister Tessa was dead.

Fra Ortiz was like a man gone mad. For three long weeks, fruitless weeks, Rasha and her father were sought. Then one day, a Spanish Man-o-War sailed into port. It had overhauled a small sailing craft. The sailors had taken Rasha and Ali Arizza aboard, not knowing who they were, nor that they were being hunted. But when they saw Rasha's scarred body, they knew that these two must be fugitives of the Inquisition. Tightly manacled, they were brought before Fra Ortiz.

Both prisoners were stripped naked. Ali Arizza was questioned concerning the treasure he had taken from the many Spanish ships that had fallen prey to his plundering. He told them that it was on its way to his homeland and that he did not know where it was at the present time. A fiendish smile curled the lips of Fra Ortiz. He was happy that the man did not give a direct answer. It was all the excuse he needed. Here was father and daughter, helpless in his hands. He knew that they loved each other. What fun it would be to make them watch each other suffer. They were taken to the torture chamber.

Fra Ortiz ordered his men to hang Ali Arizza by his wrists, legs widespread,