There is a specific kind of terror that does not scream. It sizzles.
By E. M. Ashford Featured in Arcane & Ember, Vol. 12 dark magic hot oil
In recorded cases from the Inquisition of the Crimson Quill (1721–1745), victims were often bound and forced to watch as a silver ladle was lowered into the oil. Witnesses reported that the oil did not bubble like water. Instead, it crawled — moving against gravity, seeking skin like a serpent remembering a wound. There is a specific kind of terror that does not scream