Girls having pieces of paper tied between their legs and set on fire
Girls’ body parts being ripped off and fed to male servants
Girls having their fingers cut off with scissors
Girls being whipped over 200 times until their skin was entirely black
Dogs running around with severed human body parts in their mouths
Girls having red hot pokers shoved up their noses
Elizabeth reaching into girls’ mouths and ripping the sides apart
Girls shoved into cages full of spikes
This catalog of horrors just goes on, and on, and on. None of this, incidentally, seems like hearsay. These atrocities line up with the state of the bodies that were found. It certainly lines up with the fact that the area around Elizabeth’s bed had to be covered in cinders because so much blood was apparently spilled there. And with Elizabeth’s own diary, in which she rather matter-of-factly recounts events, recording observations like the fact that girls who died too quickly were “too small”.
Why? Why was this a thing that happened? Why could Elizabeth not just have her lesbian love affair and be okay?
It’s bizarre to think that she seemed relatively normal up until that point, as though her utterly sadistic husband was somehow a stabilizing influence.
It is said that in this comparatively brief period she amassed over 300 victims.
However, while killing peasants was fine, killing noble girls was not. Because their families began to worry about them. Thank goodness.