Bloody torture 8

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Chapter 8—

*Splash*—A

bucket of cold water was poured over Wenqing. The cold water brought her back to her agony.

The naked girl was thrown to the ground, her body covered in bruises and bloodstains. As soon as the girl woke up, the thugs dragged her up and brought her back to Dr. J. Dr. J used the handle of his riding crop to lift Wenqing's chin. Several days of brutal torture had left the once vibrant and beautiful girl utterly devastated. Her once bright and lively eyes were now dull, but when Dr. J lifted her face, a stubborn expression still appeared on the girl's face before she turned her head away in disgust.

The girl's expression, of course, did not escape Dr. J's notice. Too lazy to ask any more questions, he swung his whip and struck the girl heavily across the face, ordering his thugs to hang her against the wall

. Since Xiaohui had already been forced to reveal the password to the police station's computer system under the torture of having her toenails pulled out, whether Wenqing confessed or not was practically irrelevant. But for the extremely arrogant Dr. J, it was still absolutely crucial—the infamous Wolfsburg torture had failed to pry open a girl's mouth, a thought that made Dr. J uneasy. Moreover, Wenqing's unwavering resolve further fueled Dr. J's desire to conquer; a stubborn determination to achieve his goal filled his mind. Therefore, after Xiaohui confessed, Dr. J arranged for someone to access the police station's computer criminal files while simultaneously ordering Wenqing to be dragged back into the torture chamber for further interrogation. Poor Wenqing, unaware that Xiaohui had already yielded, was still making futile resistance.

The thugs dragged Wenqing to the wall, lifted her legs so her head was down and her face was against the wall, and tied her ankles to two iron rings about a meter apart. Then they grabbed her wrists, pulled her body up, and tied her wrists to the iron rings binding her ankles as well. After all this, the girl's posture was as if she were kneeling against the wall, her thighs parallel to the ground, her abdomen and breasts gradually arching upwards, and her arms stretching backwards like a swallow, making the curves of her breasts extremely exaggerated—unfortunately, Wenqing's breasts had already been ravaged by needle pricks and cigarette butts during her previous torture. This was a binding and suspension method specifically invented for women, and it was quite erotic because it particularly emphasized the characteristics of the female body.

The thugs' interest today was no longer in the girl's swollen breasts; what they wanted to work on today was the girl's private parts—the most private part of the girl, made even more obvious by her legs being spread apart and her waist arched.

Before the thugs began, Dr. J thoughtfully asked, "Aren't you going to talk?"

Wenqing's head was lowered, and apart from painful groans, she didn't utter a single word. "

Alright. Then we'll begin. But you might regret it later. Today's torture will make you never want to be a woman again,"

Dr. J said smugly.

The thugs began. They brought out a plastic rod with a metal tip, about the size of a dildo, with two wires trailing from the back and two thin leather straps at the end. One of the thugs raised the plastic rod and, with a soft "plop," thrust it into the girl's vagina.

"Ouch!" the girl cried out involuntarily. The girl's vagina was still dry and tightly closed, unprepared, and the violent insertion of the plastic rod caused her lower body to feel a sharp pain. More unbearable than the physical pain was the indescribable sense of humiliation and fear. Although she dared not think about it further, Wenqing could actually imagine what the thugs were going to do to her next. The girl closed her eyes, silently bracing herself for the torture to come, tears streaming down her face.

Once the plastic baton was in place, the thugs used the thin leather straps at the end of the baton to secure it around the girl's thighs, preventing it from slipping out. Dr. J, his arms crossed, looked at the girl with a mocking gaze. "How could such a young and beautiful girl like you be so stubborn? It's such a pity. Will you talk or not? If you don't, we're going to do it.

" Silence answered Dr. J.

Dr. J turned to the thugs and gave the order,

"Initiate the torture!"

As the power was switched on, a heart-wrenching scream erupted from the girl's throat, her whole body trembling violently. Her previously lowered head suddenly shot up, her dazed eyes widening terrifyingly. Her bound hands and feet struggled desperately, rattling the iron rings on the wall.

This extremely vicious torture was specifically designed to torment women. The woman's highly sensitive and delicate tissues were directly stimulated by the electric current. Besides experiencing the excruciating pain of ordinary electric shocks, which caused her to tremble all over and feel as if her heart was being ripped apart, the uterine wall convulsed violently under the influence of the current, producing pain similar to childbirth. In fact, because the frequency of uterine contractions during direct electric shocks is much faster than during normal childbirth, the pain is far greater.

"Ah—ah—stop—stop—I'll talk—I'll talk—"

the girl cried out.

Dr. J made a gesture, and the henchman cut off the power. The girl's tense body suddenly went limp, her head drooping, groaning weakly. "

Quickly tell me the password!"

Besides groans, the only response Dr. J received was silence. " This little bitch dares to tease

me!

" Enraged, Dr. J lashed his riding crop hard against the girl's battered breasts. Dr. J knew the severity of this torture. Most women would be completely subdued as soon as the torture began. Even the most resolute woman would be unable to control herself and beg for mercy under such cruel torture. But truly strong women would continue to resist stubbornly once the torture stopped; a single electric shock might not be enough to break them. " Continue the torture ! Ah—ah—" The girl's screams echoed again in the dark, terrifying torture chamber. Her head shook violently, as if trying to shake off the pain. Her long, beautiful hair was disheveled, sticking to her forehead and face. Large beads of sweat rolled down her pale face like raindrops, dripping to the floor and quickly forming a small puddle. " Ah—stop—I'll talk—I'll talk— this torture is far too cruel and vicious, far beyond what a delicate young girl could endure." The electric shock stopped again. "How does it feel? Tell me quickly!" The girl's entire body was covered in glistening beads of sweat, as if she had just been pulled from the water. "You beasts, how can you torture a girl like this? Are you even human?" Wenqing struggled to lift her head, then suddenly cried out hoarsely with all her might. "Heh heh, of course we're human," Dr. J sneered. "Could someone not be human come up with such a brilliant method?" The girl's steadfastness and tenacity moved even the cold-blooded thugs. " Continue the torture ." With Dr. J's command, the electricity was switched on again. "Ah—ah—" The girl's body tensed up again. Her voice was hoarse and gone. Her whole body convulsed and trembled horribly, especially the spasms in her thigh muscles, which were clearly visible. The girl's fingers and toes were spread wide open, and the force of her struggles caused her wrists and ankles to be chafed raw by the ropes binding them.

Dr. J and his thugs stared with fascination at the girl, who was being tortured to the point of agony. They were thoroughly amused by the gruesome scene.

"Ah—let me go!

" Dr. J didn't stop this time; he wanted to completely destroy the girl's will to resist.

Dr. J was very confident in this top-tier form of torture. Many strong-willed women, even those who had endured the tiger bench and electric shocks, could no longer withstand this inhuman torture. Its interrogation effect was excellent, practically 100%. The only problem was the extreme danger; it could easily cause postpartum hemorrhage, often resulting in the death of the female prisoner on the spot. Therefore, the thugs rarely used it. Today, because Xiaohui had confessed, Dr. J had no inhibitions when interrogating Wenqing. As long as he could make the girl submit, he was willing to beat her to death.

"Ah—ah—have mercy on me!"

Dr. J remained unmoved; the torture continued. The girl's struggles ceased,

and

her head drooped. Wenqing was tortured until she fainted, finally escaping this hellish ordeal temporarily.

When she was awakened again by cold water, her consciousness was already somewhat blurred. Besides the tearing pain in her lower body, her entire body ached from the violent spasms and tremors, and the bones in her wrists and ankles felt like they were broken, causing excruciating pain. Her will had been completely destroyed. The girl secretly told herself, "This torture is unbearable. If they torture me again, I'll confess."

Dr. J grabbed the girl's wet hair again, forcing her face up. Wenqing's lips were bitten until they bled, her dazed eyes lowered, avoiding Dr. J's vicious gaze. "If you don't talk now, this time the electric shocks will last even longer, so you'll be terrified of it for the rest of your life."

Wenqing was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to speak. The poor policewoman couldn't withstand another round of torture, neither physically nor mentally. "

Let me go, I'll talk."

The girl finally gave in completely.

Haha, what an indomitable little heroine! "If only I had known then what I know now!"

Dr. J exclaimed gleefully. He had finally conquered this tenacious policewoman, though deep down he still admired Wenqing. Such torture was indeed unbearable; it was extraordinary that a frail girl could endure the fourth round of interrogation. "

Tell me the password and I'll put you down

www-j,jj-p,p2-7-5-4," the girl mumbled, intermittently revealing the computer system password.

Dr. J decided to further provoke Wenqing's already broken nerves. "

Little girl, your colleague Lin Xiaohui has already confessed; it doesn't matter whether you say it or not. But I still insist you say it yourself, otherwise we'll lose face.

" Wenqing's dazed eyes suddenly widened again—all the inhuman torture and immense pain she had endured were meaningless; she couldn't believe her ears. The girl's spirit was utterly shattered by this cruel reality. Even after the electric shocks stopped, her body continued to convulse. Under the double blow of another wave of excruciating pain in her lower body and her shock, the girl fainted once again.

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