wrists hurt, my head throbs, my legs are weak, feel a strong burning sensation from the chest.
recovered slowly senses and realizes that something is wrong. The mind starts from the living room, from the constraint and a pungent smell. Slowly opens his eyes, it's cold, but feels burning, feels bad, do not understand, ankles and wrists are forced, back, bare backs on a metal surface and tilted his head is looking at the ceiling. Light enters the blade, cutting non-regular, probably defined by a broken window. The ceiling is very far and did not appear in good condition, that seems like a truss. Never got a fucking architecture, but it seems to be an industrial building of a hundred years ago, a tobacconist perhaps, or something similar, or who the hell cares, the important thing is to understand why, where, how, when. He looks up and sees his wrists shackled to chains that are without a game of few centimeters. He understands that the board is tilted on which metal is stretched and large. Lift the neck causes a strong pain in the chest, that feels strangely light, his face twitched in a grimace of pain. The time is needed to be told to check what the fuck happened. He raises his head to look down, now understood to be naked and have also blocked feet, needs a few minutes to realize what happened. Two patches of bright red, bordered with a black powder and the gore adorn the chest, confined to a panel of wood not far her breasts. Screams of pain, fear, despair, and lost consciousness again.
Stella has learned to sew at the time, and does not show a great class.
slowly opens his eyes and shoot but this time with the terror of the last memories before falling asleep. Constrained tries to stand up and scream in pain, is a blond head bent over her, and began to pray, to be safe in the presence of his Savior.
Star salutes. Always been polite.
Just the assurance of fair to throw in a panic: help a dick, this slut is that tied me here.
feels pain, is no longer able to understand where the pains come, but an unbearable sensation of strong pain and discomfort comes from the basin.
sees a big needle and a piece of string is not particularly strong but definitely stretch of red dirt under the hand of his partner. Do you require a few seconds to really understand what it means to be un'infibulazione. The screams of terror and death of the woman I just invade the entire shed and probably will not ever free.
begs his torturer to call for help, for free, at least to stop. Perhaps he could have chosen better their supplications.
Stella stops, contemplates certain that their work is not done at a work of art, but the message is clear.
The last time there was that panel that hides her now almost completely with its shape. The blonde gets up with a sincere smile, check out his work, infibulation and excision of the sinuses, Elena and her smile looks more open. Screaming, crying, asking for what is going on all fucking reason it does not produce any results. The bitch is a sign with his hand, what the fuck you want? Say hello? Go Where the fuck bitch? Moves and moves toward the exit of the warehouse, which currently is the largest source of illumination of the warehouse.
passes from insults to requests for explanations, then the petitions in those 7 seconds leaving no stone unturned and nothing screams fold in half. The pain, fatigue, fear, despair, Elena feels collapse, implode, head straight back, and understand.
Scream of fear as he no longer thought to be able to do, and it can not do it, faints again.
He wakes up in the desperate resignation of someone who has nothing more to be. The light from the windows top is now red, and very dark. Ahead of him the wood panel that he had only glimpsed before. A vertical wooden panel, two small shelves on the right. Nailed to the wall the body of Michael, his head on a shelf, on the penis and testicles.
body decapitated, castrated and probably pierced with a chainsaw.
The howling of a wolf not far from the warehouse door ajar, hoping to be saved must soon give way to awareness of having a few hours to say goodbye to herself.
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