The car was stopped, the door has been opened. I didn't realized that the car had moved.
I was got by a slimy fear driving me to hystericaly struggling. But I wanted to contain my chaotic breathing.

The other man, the small one, had leant the nun against a piece of furniture, the wooden one, and immobilized her wrists between two piecs of wood. Then he tore her dress in pieces. With a Stanley knife he cut holes at pubis level, at breast level.

Oh God !

I just understood the things, the components of the machines : it was electrical torture instruments.

The hapless nun moaned when the man drove in her naked sex the sort of metallic cylinder. She gasped when he lifted up her still free leg to grip it within the yoke.

She braced herself but she inexorablyimpaled herself on the steel stake. The pieces of tape were removed and the man forced a retractor in the poor woman's jaws.

- So that you'll not cut your tongue. With the discharge.

The following was a bad horror movie.

I was watching the man installing the clips. On the nipples. On the clitoris.

I felt the bite. Because I knew that I would be the next.

- Your briefs. I say you to keep it !

I have forgotten my tanga and I instinctively had tightened my legs when the clips had bitten in the tender flesh.

- OK ! It's ready. A discharge every hours. A small one. Adjust to 6, Ramon.

See you tomorrow morning. We'll have to type your confession. And you jewish bitch, don't loose your briefs or else !

The metallic gate banged.

The footstep faded away. Then the silence. Nearly.

Our own hoarse and panting breath. The sister's moans. The wood of the yoke creacking when she tried to stand up.

My heart beating wildly.

And the tick-tock of the clock. Dreadfully present.

Tomorrow morning ? Every hours ? She would be subjected to...

I stopped counting the numbers of discharges that would torture her . And I attempted to find a least painfull position.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Fascinated, I couldn't take my eyes off the big hand that was getting merciless closer than the small.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

The woman moved, twisted her neck to watch the clock. Her eyes brimed with tears.

She squeaked.

Five to.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

For to.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Three to.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Two to.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

One to...

And that suddenly stopped.

I reopened my eyes that I closed with terror.

She... She was fainted, tetenized with suffering, deep impaled on the metal stake.

The minute hand went on his way.

The hour one's too. Slowlier.

And it always was horror every hour. The violet light, the creaks, the yells. And the odour.

Urine and sweat. Pain and fear. Ozone.

I did stink. I had backache, my thighs sometimes were trembling, had cramp. I found nevertheless a position where I put my neck on the rope without strangling myself. And I had succeeded to keep my tanga. A kind of victory.

Sound of footsteps downstairs, in the stairs, in the landing.

Here they were. Our torturers.
- Buenos dias.
The tallest (Pedro ?) came up to me while the other went towards the nun.

- You are a nice bitch. You obey me. You'll be rewarded.

She felt his hand on the small of my back. The other hand spread my buttocks.

The noise of a zip.

He spitted, he spread the spittle on my anus.

He violently plunged into me.

The savage invasion made me grumble.

I falled down just held back by the rope tying my neck and by the man's hands.

I just was a flesh doll moved by the infamous man who was raping me, who was buggering me.

It didn't take many time. He ejaculated in me and he withdrew. The other man took his turn and raped me also. For a long time he used my womb.

Ramon pulled out the tape and stuffed his member into my mouth.

I was groaning, I was moaning, savagely taken from behind and from the mouth.

They finally left me, dripping with their vile sperm, panting, feelling sick.

While the small man sat in front of the typewriter, the tall man brandished an electric wand that was huming in a blue-tinted menacing light.

- You answer yes when I question you. We just ask you for that. Let's go Ramon.

The small man, Ramon, started to list the charges against the poor nun.

- The woman, Maria Gonzales, here present, nun in the San-Bernardo church is accused of terrorist conspiration.

Do you admit this crime ?

- Answer, woman Gonzales.

The wand touched the woman's naked belly. A sizzling. A scream.

- Answer, woman Gonzales.

A hardly audible "Si" sounded in her hideously distended mouth.

- Bueno. The woman Gonzales is accused of having hidden a criminal terrorist. Do you admit this crime ?

- Si...

The questionning went on this way. The charges were followed by charges. Ubuesque and nightmarish.

She answered "Si" all the questions.

- Woman Gonzales, you have confessed your crimes and you are found guilty. You will be carried to your detention place where you will be notified about the sentence. Evacuate her Pedro. We have to work with the communist bitch.

The man untied the poor woman, pushed her towards me. During this time Ramon untied my hands, loosened the rope knot and dragged me towards the machine.

God ! It was my turn.

My wrists already gripped by the yoke, I saw the tall man bind the nun's hands, put the rope round her neck and push away the heavy manhole cover closing the evacuation pipe.

The woman was near the hole, scared and begging for mercy. In vain. Her tormentor completed the sinister work with a ""Culpable" ( Guilty ) medal hanging on a clip that cruelly bit a nipple of the unfortunate victim.

The scoundrel pulled the rope, the woman rocked on her tiptoes, then she toppled over the edge with a death rattle.

The midget had yet put my left leg in the yoke.

- It is not a hanging. There is a tank downstairs. To transport you.

I didn't hardly listen to his explaining.

My sex, gummy with the sperm of my rapists, was opening out and the metal stack was running into me.

The muscles of my arms,of my thights were already painfully tensed. What about in one hour ? In two hours ? In... When the two hands would join. Several times...

The clips were grinding my nipples, my clitoris. Inarticulate screams were going from my distended mouth.

It was... How weak are the words to describe the unbearable pain and the insidious fear which poisoned my mind.

They were palpating my belly, my breast on fire. They were cheking the clips, the wires but I was just thinking about this mad clock ticking behind me.

I heard the men adjusting the notches of the rheostat :

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 !

Now my torturers were going away.

See you to evening, whore. Have fun.

That evening ? It was only just turned 8.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

I was not wanting to see this monstrous clock.

In one hour. In sixty minutes. In 3600 seconds.

In 59 minutes !

... Don't count don't listen don't wait for the number of secondes before the first discharge...

I had seen the appalling pain that had distorted the body and the face of the nun.

How long ?

No ! Don't look at. Forget. Think about...

Dominique ? His cock was pentrating me. Dominique. His teeth on my nipples. His mouth on my womb. His tongue... Dominique...

Suddenly the orgasm took me. My mind was rambling. Elsewhere. I was dreaming about those nights with Dominique.

The metal stack called me to order. I was relaxed and it was stricking the neck of my womb.

Dull and shooting pain.

I heaved myself up, I straightened up. Shoulders ache. Wrists ache. Ankles ache.

Less womb ache.

Don't look at, don't think.

Ooooh... only four minutes.

I moved, I tried to free me. The yoke creaked but it held.

I began sobbing, trembling.
Don't think, don't look at, don't...

Suddenly the chamber grew dark. It was finished.

For the moment.

I fell again, impaling myself on the metal spear.

My tetanized muscles didn't obey me and I remained like that, like a spat chiken, trembling, panting, stinking urine, the bad sweat and the fear.

The day had gone by. governed by the rythm of the electrical torture.

Several times only the electrical discharges make me regain consciousness.

I was stunned with pain, I was incessantly moaning.

I was seeing nothing, I was hearing nothing.

Every muscles seemed paralized. My jaws, my arms, my shoulders, my thights, my legs, my back my abdomen were in knots.

My breast was burning, my womb so.

My ankles, my wrists were bared.

My vesica, my stomach, my intestines had vomited all that they could vomit.

I had urinated under me, I had defecated under me. I had dribbled and vomited on me.

The stench was unspeakable.

And always, every hour, the electricity was torturing my body that mechanically jolted like a puppet moved by a dement man, like a lifeless prey shaken in the jaws of a pitilessly carnivore...

Somebody was moving me. Somebody was standing me up. To lean back against something cold, metallic. The ropes that tied my anckles, my wrists, bit the bruise skin, rousing myself from my painfull .
I opened my eyes. They were here.

- Hello you bitch. Have you a nice day ?

They burst out laughing.

- Now you are going to confess. When we'll ask you. But now... It's to earth you.

The man showed me an enormous steel cylinder. He bent down and he drove the stack betwen my thighs, into my gaping vagina.

Then I toppled to the horizontal position.

My head was dangling through a cutting in the iron table and I felt my hairs becoming heavy.

Water! There was water below, in the vat.
- Adjust on 8, Ramon. She will like.
Crac! Tinglinges traversed my breast, my vagina, my clitoris.
Crac, crac, crac, crac, crac, crac, crac.

That… I lost consciousness…and I came around in an atrocious gurgling.
They had tipped the table and my head was under the dirty water.

My quartered mouth could not prevent water from penetrating.

I struggled, tried to leave the head out of water…
Again daggers, scraping-knives, needles, hooks. Water and electricity. Drowned and electrocuted…
- Nice, is not it ? One more and you'll confess all.

I was in despair, I was terrorized. I spat, I suffocated, I shook my head, I would say no in a new discharge.
- No ? You say no? Ramon, on 9!
- Aaaaaaaaaarrrh !
- Do you confess ?
- I do confess, I do confess. All that you want. But stop please. I implore you
- You aren't here to implore but to confess. Adjust on a small 6. She have it away every times.
- I confess, I confess, I conf….

- Ok. It's quite simple. You are a bitch, a communist and you have confessed your crimes.

You are guilty. Ramon, we may send her.

What does it matter with their lies, I had done with the torments. I think that I have thank them.
I closed my eyes, collapsed on the soaked ground, passive, while they were bounding my wrists in the back, while they were putting the slip knot around my neck.

I hardly felt the “culpable” clip bitting my left nipple.

The rope was tightened, partly strangling me, while they raised me to let me go down in the hole.

My feet touched a soft thing then a hard surface.

Somebody shouted, the cord became slack and I fell to the bottom of the tank.
Before losing consciousness, I saw the horrified face of the nun.

THE ARREST