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Torture, whipping, execution, nipples, feet. All the things I like. Messages are welcomed.

Every two or three days, the naked prisoner was claimed from her darkened cell and cleaned by hosing down with cold water. Afterwards she was cuffed at her ankles and wrists to be led to the first floor, where the torture chambers were located. Usually those were occupied when she arrived, so she had to wait, hooded and fettered, until one of the racks became free. The muffled screams of agony behind the closed doors gave her already an foretaste of what was awaiting her.


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