A jet of cold water yfgbcfnm. A cold water jet brings her round. The first thing she feels is metallic flavor in the mouth. Only when she can cope with a sharp pain in her ribs and take a breath, it comes the awareness that it is the taste of death. She, the public enemy, is being killed in police ******* chamber methodically and for a long time. But now there is no corrupt officials and venal rats in the government for Elsa – there are only the executioner and her body, which he cut with a stylet.
The **** is bleeding, her hands and feet are tied to iron chair. Rubber truncheon, well acquired police weapon, defiantly turns up in the executioner hands. He deliver first blows. Cutting dull pain speeds like wildfire through her body. The **** cries at the top of voice - this cry is last and vain hope of salvation. In this country there is no one who could save her in this country, she is already a corpse for everyone. The truncheon touches upon her back, smart blow right off comes on. The executioner methodically walks around her as a chef cooks a slab of meat.
Through tears and the fog of fear she sees forceps in the executioner hands. Elsa looks no longer, she knows the iron clutch is going to inexorably tighten her fingers. Right now her body turns to the phials of pain. The executioner is satisfied with his work only when all fingers are disfigured.
Elsa gets another truncheon blows and falls into black abyss of unconsciousness.