Those were the fortunate, those condemned to the hook. Others were condemned to the stake. The floor of the Yard was like a forest of tall post, shaped to dull nubs on their upright ends. Metal rings were set in the floor around each. Those sent to the stake were lifted by a pack of screeching devils and set upon upright, tied to the rings and slowly, over many long days, pulled down and impaled.
The Gallery was a mad house of insanity, of death and dying, of people befouled in all ways imaginable. Here men hung on hooks from on high or sat stretched over stakes, pulled until their lives were pushed out of them. At any one time thousands suffered thus.
This was the Gallery of Souls.
~The Gallery of Souls, Aufstrag
©Chenault and Gray Publshing, 2015