Boiling oil here.
I am so proud.
The Pear, which I don’t feel suits me.
I’m the Press: Victim was chained to you, then slowly crushed as the handle was turned. Smaller versions of you held only the victim’s head. Oww. You’re a real pain to be around when you’re angry, but you could force a confession out of the most stubborn.
Sounds about right, assuming you can get me really angry first. Which takes some doing, unless you’re my sister.
The water wheel, but I’ve always seen nyself as more of a water torture, dripdripdrip kind of girl. Relentless has been used to describe me several times by several people. And I don’t need a confession to forgive or destroy. I just like one.