Tige was a fiend.
A fiend!
The word has not sufficient meaning to describe what she really was.
If Satan ever quits his sulphurous house to take up his residence in a particular human being, he certainly was residing then in the earthly form of the terrible woman who presided over that private mad-house, and was the arbiter of the fates of so many beings who were helpless in her vile clutches.
And torture!
And the sight of human agony!
She loved them.
She loved to hear the shrieks of agony that she wrung from her victims. As prudence made it necessary to still these sounds by gags, the fiendish woman refined her cruelties the more, that the loss of this horrid music might be compensated for by the greater writhings of her victims.
Regarding Helen, her instructions were as plain as they were fiendish!
"Drive her mad or kill her!"