- Oh ! What will he do ?

- Can't you guess? Look at the axe.

- He's going to cut her head ?

- Yes, she is a criminal !

- Watch the executionner. He has a hard on!

- Ooooh ...
	- Noooo ... !

- It's awfull ! You are a pervert !

Enlèvement

- Are the toilets here ? Are you sure ?

- Yes I am.

- What this guy want to me ? Aiiie ! He hurts me .

- What are you doing ?

- Sweety, it is to shut up you...

- mmmmm...

- Ok...

- Come in

- nnnnnnn...

- Let's go.

- Don't move. It's sharp. Not fatal but very sharp.

- See you later sweety.

- Will I see you after closing time ?

- No I don't think so. I've got some shopping to do. My dog needs some food...

What followed is a nightmare.

After closing time, they came to get her out of the Iron Maiden and they took her towards one of the room.

"Fortunatelly there are compensations in that wretched job. Cutting head off make me hard. Here is the slut. "

" Yes you have brought in a lot of money. The others I've already sold too."

"It's a dead loss."

"Perhaps the leather. I think I can flog it at Camden Market"

Here, after stripping her, they rapped her. It seemed for hours.

	Her boy's friend was not the last. "Have fun ! That will not last."
	"It is anaesthetic. The mouth and the tongue will be numb and you will not be able to speak clearly"

Late in the night she was led to her cell. Waiting for the morning.

" Come on whore..."	" It's the next one. The 17th "	" This one is already occupied "
" Don't move. I open your cell "		" It is your program for tomorrow. The Question !"
" Have a good night ! Mind the rats "		" Nnnngh ... "

Then...

On the morning it was" the first questionning of a witch"

They prepared her.

After having cleaned her, after having clothed her with rags, after having decked her out in a hat and a broom, they gagged her, they bounded her hands, they hobbled her with hemp ropes.

She was scarred when she made her firt public appearance in one of that unspeakable torture chamber.

Attraction.

The monk told his sermon, required a confession.

They hooked her tongue. They whipped her until she confess.

She has confessed.

She has spluttered a confession !

Would she have confessed anything ?.

They sat her on the diabolical chair,

they cropped her,

...they branded her ...

... and they left her alone, the entire day .

It was her first role.

Every day of the week was the same.

The morning dressing first. With the cold water and scrubbing brush cleaning.

Or in the underground canal.

As the first day, after this first night in the cell , with the rats, where she could not hold on...

And the whip. Methodically given so that the marks were very visible to the public.

Sometimes they dressed them up. As in the stubborn harem slave scene.

Attraction..

There were the rack, the pal, the water torture.

In the fake apsidiloles or in the torture chamber, where the public had wonderfull times with the medieval tortures that they inflicted on her.

Attraction...

When the museum closed, they threw them in the damp cells infested with rats.

One or more were choosed to be rapped.

The worst was the giant who tore her womb every times.

They did not cut her tongue. " On saturday, your tongue is a part of the show"

She did not understand at this time.

But every morning she got her aenesthetic dose. With a spray or with an injection.

So that she could not implore the public, watching her being tortured...

She just was a mannequin, a willing actress.

Attraction...

It's the next saturday.

When they get her out of the cell, she can't see the slate board where, every day, they write the programme of the day.

She doesn't know what it is going to happen, but she knows she is going to be executed.

It's saturday. and there is the saturday great show. A capital execution.

It's her turn. She is the actress today.

A wax doll put in display for a eager public.

But a living doll. . For sometimes yet.

She climbs up the wooden stairs of the great scalfold. She suddenly shakes, she knows what it is going to happen...

The executionner has put the hemp rope around her neck,he has cheked the bonds binding her wrists.

The spear scratches her skin, pushing her on the sinking plank

She wears a chemise but the torturer has cut the straps.

A miserable cotton chemise.

She thinks this chemise will be not used.

This chemise stinking sweat, urine and blood.

He pushes her to the end of the plank.

The small bell pined to one of her nipples, gently jingles.

The cold conditionned air makes her shivering.

Nevertheless the morning whipping burns her.

The cruelties, the abuses have removed any revolt from her.

She is despair. She just wants to the end.

At the bottom of the scalfold, the public is watching the show.

She knows that the death will be long to come.

They explain her during the dressing.

Hunged. Dreadfull minutes of progressive asphyxia.

She would like to can scream.

Too late.

The plank moves down under her feet.

The rope softly vibrates, tightens around her neck.

Her legs trashes the air.

She whirls in the spotlights.

Like a puppet at the end of the rope.

Her chemise slips down, caresses her thighs, falls down.

Strips her.

The hard sptolights crucifies her miserable tortured body.

Down below she sees David, watching her . He is smiling.

My tongue, of course, she is thinking.

"Your tongue is a part of the show "

Her tongue spurting out to snap up the air that her crushed throat can't give to her burning lung.

... David.

With her new girl friend.

Down below.

... What is the next saturday programme ?

The wheel ? The crucifixion ? She don't know anymore.

... David.

Son of a bitch, she thinks with a last burst of revolt.

She can't see anything. Grey. All is grey. In a sinister grey way.

She thinks that the public take delight in her displayed sex while she is vainly flapping her legs to find a hold.

While the spasms of death grapping her, carry her in an obscene waltz.

She wants to scream, to warn the girl, the David's new slut.

Bitch !

She wriggles all the more so since.

The public brings the house down.

She ...

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THE END

( started in november 2005, achieved in february 2006 )