Lin Qianru

The story takes place in Shanghai in 1947. Lin Qianru is a secret intelligence agent and radio
operator , directly under the command of the head of the Enemy Work Department of the Shanghai Municipal Committee. With her 170cm height, beautiful
face, fair skin, long, flowing black hair, and stunning figure, Lin Qianru skillfully maneuvered
among extracting a wealth of highly valuable intelligence. However, due to betrayal, Lin Qianru was exposed.

"Please welcome Miss Lin!" With the agent's shout, a beautiful 22-year-old girl was wheeled in.
She wore a sexy, high-slit, sleeveless, tight-fitting white cheongsam with a pipa-like neckline, and white
4-inch high heels with straps. Her oval face featured a pair of large, captivating, watery eyes, exuding a sweet charm.
Thick, permed hair cascaded down her back in waves. A white cheongsam trimmed with pink was adorned with large peony blossoms.
The tight-fitting cheongsam accentuated her alluring figure and slender waist,
while her fair arms were exposed, exuding sexiness. The high slits of the cheongsam revealed glimpses of her long, perfect legs as she moved. Several agents grabbed
Lin Qianru 's arms and dragged her into the underground interrogation room.

As soon as Lin Qianru entered, a stench of blood assaulted her nostrils. She glanced around: the interrogation room
was eerie and terrifying. In the dim light, everywhere were various bloodstained instruments of torture: tiger benches, bars, stoves, whips, finger-crushing devices, branding irons, bamboo
skewers, steel needles, fire pokers, kneeling chairs, wooden horses, braziers, clamps, ropes, chains, etc. The instruments gleamed with a chilling light, sending shivers down her spine. A naked, blood-soaked woman lay on the cold floor, already dead. Lin Qianru knew: the real test had begun! 　　"Initiate the torture!" The torture began. As she struggled, the agents brutally ripped off her sexy white, tight-fitting cheongsam, tearing off her white, openwork bra and white panties. Lin Qianru's snow-white, voluptuous naked body was bound to the torture chair. First, they used the finger-crushing torture. A tall agent picked up a pair of four-sided chopsticks from the rack, tied Lin Qianru's hands together with rope, and placed the chopsticks between her ten fingers, tightly clamping her ten slender fingers and repeatedly pinching them. As the chopsticks tightened, Lin Qianru's body began to contort in pain, and painful groans escaped from her tightly closed lips. The chopsticks tightened their grip, and Lin Qianru's face turned pale, her forehead covered in sweat, yet she still gritted her teeth… The pain of having her fingers crushed was excruciating, and Lin Qianru endured the agony, letting out groans. Just as she was about to faint, Leng Tiexin shouted, "Stop!" The agents stopped. Lin Qianru's hands were already covered in blood. Leng Tiexin demanded, "Will you talk or not?" Lin Qianru took a breath and said slowly but firmly, " You can break my fingers, but I have no information!" Leng Tiexin roared, "Keep crushing!" The agents squeezed harder, "Ah, ah!!" Lin Qianru finally cried out loudly. At this moment, she felt the unbelievable pressure on her fingers squeezing out her blood, and Lin Qianru fainted. "Splash!" A basin of cold water was splashed on Lin Qianru's face. Lin Qianru slightly opened her eyes. "How about it? If you don't talk, we'll break all ten of your fingers!" The girl didn't answer, only gently shaking her head. The agents tightened and loosened their grip, carefully controlling Lin Qianru's movements to prevent her from quickly losing consciousness. They wanted her to fully experience the excruciating pain of her fingers being pulled from her skin. The torture continued until Lin Qianru 　　's delicate fingers were covered in blood and a mangled mess, at which point she would faint again. The second method involved using bamboo skewers. The agents separated Lin Qianru's ten fingers and tightly bound them to the torture chair . Leng Tiexin picked up a handful of thick, long bamboo skewers from the table and waved them in front of Lin Qianru's eyes. "Will you talk? If not, we'll drive these skewers into your delicate fingertips?" Lin Qianru glanced at him with contempt, said nothing, and turned her head away. "Damn!" Leng Tiexin spat out the word through gritted teeth. An agent took the bamboo skewers, aimed the thick, long skewers at the nail bed of Lin Qianru's mangled left index finger, and hammered them in hard . The bamboo skewer split into several bamboo strands after hitting the knuckle inside the index finger, protruding bloodily from the second joint. The fingertips are one of the most concentrated areas of neurons in the human body; the excruciating pain shot from the fingertip through the nerves and spread rapidly throughout the girl's body, causing her to tremble violently. "Will you talk? If you don't, we'll nail all ten of your fingers!" Lin Qianru bit her lip, remaining silent. The agent continued to drive the bamboo skewer into her other fingers. After filling all five fingers of her left hand, they began nailing them into her right hand one by one. Blood flowed freely from Lin Qianru's hands and the torture rack . Lin Qianru fainted several times, but the agent would immediately revive her by splashing water on her. In no time, all ten of Lin Qianru's fair and delicate fingertips were filled with thick, long bamboo skewers. Except for the occasional screams of agony from the unbearable pain, Lin Qianru remained silent. The agent removed the bamboo skewers from Lin Qianru 's fingertips and then subjected her to another form of torture. Leng Tiexin picked up a pair of flat-nose pliers from the torture rack and walked towards Lin Qianru . “Miss Lin, do you know what we’re going to do? We’re going to pull out all your fingernails one by one, and slowly at that, because it will hurt more, it will hurt terribly, your fingers are connected to your heart. Every time we pull out a nail, I’ll ask you again. You can speak at any time, so you suffer less.” He boastfully held up a finger: “After pulling out three or four nails, you’ll faint from the pain, but don’t worry, we’ll wake you up with cold water and then continue. So, are you going to talk now, or wait until all ten nails are gone? No one can endure this kind of torture!” The agent held the flat-nose pliers towards Lin Qianru’s bloodied and mangled nails. The girl would feel the coldness of the pliers touching her fingertips. The agent began to pull forcefully, slowly. Lin Qianru would feel a sudden pain, then the pain would intensify, piercing her heart and lungs. A semi-circular line of blood first appeared at the base of Lin Qianru's fingernail. The line gradually thickened, and soon blood began to gush out. When the nail was pulled out, it mercilessly tore apart the tender flesh surrounding it; the excruciating pain was indescribable. The first nail was pulled out, and the agent waved the bloody piece of nail in front of Lin Qianru's eyes with pliers. "Will you confess?" the agent demanded. Lin Qianru only groaned softly, offering no reply. The pliers continued to Lin Qianru's second nail, the third, the fourth… Thirty minutes later, all ten of Lin Qianru's fingers were mangled and bleeding, with not a single nail left. 　　Cold water was splashed back into Lin Qianru's unconscious state. The agent carefully ran a steel needle across the bright red flesh beneath the plucked nail. Then he plunged the needle deep into the gushing flesh. The new flesh under the nail was extremely delicate, densely packed with nerve endings, and therefore extremely sensitive; even a slight…

The slightest touch was excruciating, let alone being pierced by a steel needle. "Ah!" Lin Qianru
fainted with a piercing scream. When Lin Qianru regained consciousness, another form of torture awaited her.

The third was the tiger bench. Two agents lifted Lin Qianru onto a tiger bench leaning against a pillar,
twisted her arms behind her back, and tightly bound her upper body to the pillar with ropes. They then bound
her legs together tightly to the tiger bench,
securing them firmly to her thighs near her knees with a wide leather strap. Next, one agent used a crowbar to forcefully pry up Lin Qianru's ankles, while
the other agent placed two bricks stacked together under her bare feet. "Ugh!"—Suddenly
, intense pain caused Lin Qianru's body to involuntarily convulse. Although she clenched her teeth,
a painful groan still instinctively escaped her throat. "Speak! Or we'll crush your legs."
Lin Qianru clenched her teeth even tighter, enduring the excruciating pain, answering the agent's interrogation with silence. The agent
added another brick to Lin Qianru's feet, making the pain even more intense. The excruciating pain caused Lin Qianru's body to spasm, but the interrogation still
only elicited her stubborn silence. The agent placed brick after brick under Lin Qianru's feet, six in total. The
bone-crushing pain continued and intensified on Lin Qianru's body. Lin Qianru's legs were crushed into
an arc shape, her bare feet stretched straight, her joints creaking, but Lin Qianru still
endured and resisted the cruel torment and torture with her indomitable will and all her strength. Lin Qianru's tightly bound body
struggled in agony; her bound hands clenched together with such force that her nails dug into her flesh; her head
was tilted back, the back of her head pressed against the pillar, twisting and rubbing involuntarily, her scalp chafed raw, her hair rubbed away
, blood staining the pillar and her hair red; her teeth clenched so tightly they rattled, her face flushed crimson,
beads of sweat forming on her forehead and trickling down her cheeks. The dim light shone on Qianru's body, further highlighting her devilish
figure. Gradually, Lin Qianru felt her body go numb, her legs go numb, her cheeks go numb, and everything went
black before her eyes… With a "splash," the agent poured a bucket of cold water over the head and body of the unconscious Lin Qianru.
Lin Qianru woke up, slowly opened her eyes, and gently raised her head. The bricks beneath her feet had been removed. Lin
Qianru opened her mouth to catch her breath, and a mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth, flowing down her neck. The agents discovered that during the torture,
Lin Qianru had bitten her lower lip raw to suppress her screams of pain!

The fourth method was the "bar pressure." Two agents untied Lin Qianru from the tiger bench, dragged her to the middle of the room, and forced
her to kneel on a sharp-edged triangular iron bar. They tied her arms in a straight line to a thick bar, and
inserted another thick bar under her kneeling legs. The two agents each grabbed one end of the upper bar and placed
their feet on the lower bar. The combined weight of the two agents, nearly 300 pounds, pressed down on Lin Qianru's knees. Moreover
, the triangular iron bar below was as sharp as a knife. The cartilage in her knees lacked
the protection of muscle or fat, and the weight of three people pressed directly onto the knife-like iron bar. Lin Qianru felt
excruciating, piercing pain. Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead like rain. Her knee joints creaked
and bled profusely; the pain was unbearable. Soon after, Lin Qianru fainted.

Next came the whipping. The agents placed Lin Qianru under a door-shaped rack, looped ropes
hanging around her wrists, tightened the loops, and then pulled them down,
suspending Lin Qianru's naked body in a "Y" shape. Lin Qianru felt a sharp pain from the tight bindings on her wrists and the
taut arms. An agent grabbed a thick, raw cowhide whip that had been soaking in a bucket of water, raised it, and
lashed it with all his might. The whip whistled through the air and struck her bare breasts with a dull thud
. A purplish-red welt immediately appeared on Lin Qianru's pink and full breasts, and
blood immediately flowed from the broken skin. Two agents stood in front of and behind Lin Qianru, taking turns
whipping her relentlessly. Instantly, the torture chamber was filled with the ear-piercing whistling of whips and the dull
crackling of . The whip rained down on Lin Qianru's naked body, each lash leaving a bloody welt, each lash splattering
blood. Especially the moment the whip whistled through the air and struck her flesh, the excruciating pain
was indescribable. First came the dull thud of the whip striking her flesh,
the impact making her feel as if her internal organs were shifting and churning. Then came the sharp, piercing pain of the whip tearing through her flesh,
followed by the burning, searing pain of the whip carrying away pieces of flesh and droplets of blood. All of
this happened in a fleeting instant, but the pain was so intense that it lasted until the next lash
. Lin Qianru was beaten half to death, writhing in agony. Blood streamed down her body,
forming a bloody network on her skin and legs, dripping from her bare toes and the iron chains of her shackles
, staining her bare feet and shackles red. In a short time, two large pools of blood had formed!
Lin Qianru's voluptuous body swayed under the whip's lashes. The girl no longer had the strength to struggle, but she
stubbornly gritted her teeth and endured, remaining silent. Leng Tiexin walked up to Lin Qianru, grabbed her
hair , and forced her face up. "Such a beautiful figure, it's a pity it's covered in whip marks
. Tell me what interests me." The girl's face was contorted with unspeakable pain, and her once
clear eyes now only reflected hatred. Leng Tiexin shoved the girl's head forcefully,
grinning maliciously as he ordered the agents, "Wash Miss Lin's wounds properly; it's unsightly to be covered in blood like this!"
An agent poured a bucket of salt water onto Lin Qianru's body. "Ah—ah—" The girl immediately let out
a bloodcurdling scream, feeling an unbearable burning pain in her wounds. She
convulsed , struggling in vain. The pain caused by the burning salt water on her torn skin
was unimaginable to anyone who hadn't experienced such inhuman torture. Even men would find it difficult to endure such cruelty,
let alone a young and delicate girl like her. The salt water, after washing over Lin Qianru's blood-soaked body, turned
crimson and flowed onto the ground, staining a large area red. "Speak! Speak now!" the agent shouted,
panting heavily, brandishing a blood-dripping whip. Lin Qianru lowered her head, taking a few breaths. After a while, she raised her head, her hair disheveled and wet...
Her hair obscured her pale, beautiful face. Lin Qianru stared coldly at the spy, her gaze stubborn and resolute! The whipping
continued, Lin Qianru's body bruised and battered, the leather whip soaked in blood, creating puffs of
blood mist as it cut through the air. When the spy grew tired, two more people took over. Blood flowed down Lin Qianru's body. At first,
only drops of blood dripped from her toes, but gradually, two blood streaks formed, flowing continuously
to the ground ! Lin Qianru fainted again. But she was quickly revived by being splashed with salt water. The spy would then continue whipping
Lin Qianru, only to reawaken her with salt water after she fainted again, and then continue whipping her. This repeated five times.
No matter how the spy stimulated Lin Qianru with salt water, she did not regain consciousness. Leng Tiexin, fearing that Lin Qianru
would be beaten to death , finally ordered the spy to stop. Leng Tiexin and his strong agents were exhausted and disheartened
. They stared blankly at the unconscious, bloodied and mangled body of Lin Qianru, exchanging bewildered glances. Leng Tiexin waved his hand and
cursed in frustration, "Take her away and lock her up. We'll deal with her in a couple of days!" The agents shackled Lin Qianru,
handcuffed her hands behind her back, and dragged her out of the interrogation room... In the corridor, the agents dragged the bloodied and mangled Lin Qianru
toward the special cell. The comrades watched through the iron bars of the cell. Lin Qianru's long hair hung to the ground,
obscuring her beautiful face. Whip marks crisscrossed her bloodied and mangled body, forming a bloody network. Blood
stained her naked body and feet red. Her feet were shackled with twenty-pound shackles, and the delicate skin on her ankles was rubbed raw
by the iron rings, leaving dark red welts. The sound of chains scraping against the ground echoed in the prison cell as Lin Qianru
gradually awoke from her unconsciousness. "Ugh!..." Lin Qianru groaned in pain. The cell door opened, and the agents shoved the gradually
waking Lin Qianru into the cell. "Ah!...Ah!..." Qianru's screams and the clanging of chains
blended together. "Clang!" The cell door was locked by the agents.

This was a cell specifically prepared for serious offenders. There were no windows, no bed, no toilet, only
cold cement walls and a floor. On the walls were chains for hanging people and shackles for binding people. Dim light illuminated
a thick wooden stake in the center of the floor, where the naked Lin Qianru was suspended by her arms tied behind her back. The iron shackles dug deeply
into her bleeding wrists, her jade-like arms deformed from the shackles. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her chest,
obscuring her beautiful yet pained face. Her buttocks were slightly raised, and her long, slender legs and sexy feet were taut
, heavy shackles slamming into her bleeding ankles, chains dangling below. Through the gaps in her hair, one could
vaguely see a pair of full, firm breasts. Her snow-white skin was covered in a network of whip marks,
some scabbed over, others still bleeding. "Ugh...ah..." Lin Qianru groaned in pain, her
body trembling slightly...Lin Qianru's painful groans turned into intermittent screams, growing
weaker and weaker...until she lost consciousness. In her unconscious state, the girl seemed to feel someone come in and apply medicine to her wounds
, and then someone feed her water and food. The torture Lin Qianru had endured was far too severe; she
spent three or four days in a daze. Leng Tiexin only decided to continue the next round of
interrogation after he believed Lin Qianru's health had improved somewhat.

He waited in the interrogation room, watching Lin Qianru being dragged before him, staggering.
He coldly examined her; the dark red welts from her previous torture hadn't healed, her body
was swollen, covered in wounds and bloodstains. Leng Tiexin didn't waste any more words. He waved to the agents:
"Prepare Miss Lin!"

The first torture method used was breast torture. The agents swarmed forward, skillfully unlocking the shackles and tightly
binding Lin Qianru to a cross-shaped torture rack. They first brought out a thick, long wooden clamp, its surface
serrated, bolted in the middle. The agents lifted Lin Qianru's full, firm, high breasts,
placing the two wooden clamps above and below them, sandwiching the two mounds of flesh between them. "Will you talk
or not? If you don't, I'll clamp your breasts off and make you an unwanted woman for the rest of your life." The girl remained silent.
"Damn it, let's see how tough your mouth is! Clamp really tight!" The agent began tightening the bolts
between the two wooden sticks clamping Lin Qianru's soft, full breasts. Soon, the two wooden sticks began to tighten, gradually
squeezing Lin Qianru's full breasts into a terrifying purplish-red color, bulging out from between the two wooden sticks. As the bolts tightened,
Lin Qianru 's breasts were cruelly flattened from the base, completely squeezed into two unsightly lumps of flesh,
bulging out from between the wooden sticks. Lin Qianru was in excruciating pain. Breasts are a woman's lifeblood! Is there any greater
pain ?! Amidst screams, Lin Qianru fainted.

"Apply electrocution!" After waking her with cold water, the agents tightly bound two thin hemp ropes around the base of Lin Qianru's two
full breasts, causing them
to stand erect on her chest, already swollen from the torture. Because the ropes were so tight, her breasts quickly turned a deep
purplish-red from the blood, swelling like balloons. Breasts are one of the most delicate and sensitive parts of a woman's body; torturing
them there would cause Lin Qianru unbearable pain. The agents then used two serrated steel clamps connected to electrical wires to clip onto
Lin Qianru's nipples and the soles of her feet, respectively. This allowed the current to penetrate her entire body to the maximum extent, causing all her
sensitive organs to react to the electric shock and intensifying the pain. As the agents turned on the power,
a powerful current shot through her most vulnerable breasts and the most sensitive soles of her feet, shooting throughout her body. First, Lin Qianru
's un-breastfed breasts lost their elasticity and bounced violently as if fitted with vibrators. Her entire body trembled like a sieve,
and her beautiful breasts shook violently like two small balls. Sweat poured from Lin Qianru's entire body. Under
the light, Lin Qianru's naked body seemed to shine and glow... Lin Qianru felt as if thousands of
ants were biting her all over, and thousands of steel needles were pricking her, especially her chest, which felt as if it were being cut piece by piece. The agent
continued to increase the current. Under the continuous stimulation of the current, Lin Qianru's breasts became engorged and swollen, and even
the blood vessels under the skin of her breasts were clearly visible. Her body trembled even more violently. Although Lin Qianru still kept her lips tightly closed, the moans from
her throat grew louder and louder. "Ah...!" Lin Qianru could no longer endure this immense pain and
screamed before fainting. The agent then turned off the power and splashed cold water to wake Lin Qianru. After she regained consciousness for a while,
the power would be turned back on, and the current would gradually increase until Lin Qianru fainted again. The power was repeatedly
switched on and off, and the secret agents would cruelly torture Lin Qianru as if she were a video toy.
The pressure would increase, torturing Lin Qianru to the point of near death and unbearable pain. The electric torture lasted for
over an hour.

When Lin Qianru regained consciousness, the agents prepared even more cruel methods of torture. One agent
brought over a plate containing a dozen steel needles of varying thicknesses and lengths. Leng Tiexin picked out a very long
needle, held it in his hand, and teasingly traced the tip across Lin Qianru's breast. Because her breasts were tightly bound with
hemp rope , blood was concentrated in her nipples, causing the milk ducts to open and become extremely sensitive. The girl
trembled all over, not from the pain, but from fear. "Still not going to talk?" A sinister smile appeared on Leng
Tiexin 's face. Lin Qianru remained silent, only her violently heaving chest betraying
her inner tension. Leng Tiexin grinned and commanded, "Stab!" An agent grabbed Lin Qianru's swollen
left breast with one hand and used the other hand to stab a thicker steel needle into the breast. The agent deliberately stabbed slowly, twisting the steel needle between
his fingers as he pushed it in. The pain was greatest when the needle pierced through, and the slow insertion
prolonged this excruciating agony. Lin Qianru's breasts, bound by hemp rope, were already engorged with blood.
Blood slowly seeped from where the needle pierced, trickling down the surface of her breasts and
forming a beautiful red line on her white skin. A few seconds later, the needle emerged from beneath her breast. "Ah…! Ah…
!" Lin Qianru struggled in agony. "Will you talk or not?" Leng Tiexin viciously flicked
the steel needle piercing the girl's breast with his finger, the gleaming silver needle trembling against her skin. "Uh…!" Lin Qianru
's body convulsed in pain with the trembling of the needle, but her resolute eyes showed no sign of
yielding . "Fine, you're tough enough. I'll see if your mouth is tougher than my torture device. Keep stabbing!"
"Ah~! Ah~!" The girl struggled violently, her piercing screams unbearable to hear. In a short
while , four steel needles were inserted into Lin Qianru's left breast from different angles. Blood
streamed down the girl's full, high breasts, but apart from painful screams and groans, Lin Qianru remained silent. The agent then picked up a
thinner, shorter steel needle and, with a lewd grin, teased the girl's bud-like nipple. The girl's body trembled again;
she knew what the agent was about to do. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and raised her head, preparing to receive even more
cruel torture. The agent slowly inserted the steel needle into Lin Qianru's nipple. "Ah…! Ya…!"
The girl's screams had turned into heart-wrenching screams. A woman's nipples are densely packed with neurons, making them extremely sensitive and
vulnerable. The pain of a steel needle piercing the nipple is far greater than that of piercing the breast. The agents called pricking the nipple "using four
ounces to move a thousand pounds," referring to the remarkable effect of this method of torture; even the strongest woman could not withstand
the continuous torment of this cruelty. "You beast!" the girl screamed, "What kind of skill is it to torture a woman?" "Hehe!"
Leng Tiexin grinned maliciously, "Torture a woman is a skill that requires real expertise. No matter how stubborn you are, I have ways to make you
talk. Will you talk or not?" "I'd rather die than talk! Use whatever tricks you have!" "Killing you
would be too easy. I'll make you taste what it's like to wish you were dead!" As he spoke, the agent plunged another steel needle into
the girl's nipple. Lin Qianru's nipple was erect, clearly not from excitement, but from excruciating pain.
The girl's nipple was small, and the needle pierced... There was nowhere left to insert a third steel needle, and the once purplish-red nipple was now
stained bright red with seeping blood. The girl's body trembled violently and struggled, her face flushed red.
Due to the extreme pain and constant struggle, a fine layer of sweat seeped from her forehead and
rolled . Lin Qianru was tortured to the point of near death by this inhumane torture. The agents continued to
insert steel needles into Lin Qianru's right breast. When two steel needles were inserted into her right breast, Lin Qianru finally succumbed to the torture
and fainted. Leng Tiexin waved to the agents, and one of them brought over a bucket of cold water. "Splash!
" he shouted as he poured the water over Lin Qianru's suspended body. "Ah...!"
The girl involuntarily groaned as she awoke from the cold water. As she regained consciousness, the pain and torment returned
to her. "Will you talk or not?" Leng Tiexin grabbed the girl's cheek, almost roaring. "
You beasts!" "One day our comrades will avenge me!" Lin Qianru screamed, her almond-shaped eyes wide with
fury. Her once alluring eyes now burned with hatred. Her angry words
further fueled the agents' sadistic impulses. For these seasoned torturers, ordinary beatings
were no longer satisfying; easily subdued victims were boring. A degree of
resistance fueled their desire to conquer, unleashing a torrent of depraved passion. The agents continued
slowly, methodically piercing Lin Qianru's right breast with steel needles. Soon,
six needles were inserted into her breast as well—four into the breast itself, and two erect on the nipple. The girl's screams echoed in
the gloomy torture chamber, a heart-wrenching sound. It was almost unbelievable that these sounds
came . But apart from screams and curses, Qianru remained silent. People generally believe that women,
especially young girls, are weak and delicate, but in reality, women possess far greater selflessness and endurance than men.
When they decide to sacrifice for something or someone, they often display a tenacity and steadfastness disproportionate to their
frail bodies. At such times,
they can bravely endure any pain and torment that most people could hardly bear, like a martyr. Leng Tiexin lit a cigar and put it in his mouth, then stretched out
his hands, and with a few quick movements, pulled
out all the steel needles embedded in the girl's breasts and nipples. "Wah! Ah!" "Qianru's body
convulsed violently again with Leng Tiexin's movements. As soon as the needle was pulled out, blood gushed from the girl's breasts, flowing crimson down her breasts,
body , and legs, finally pooling on the concrete floor beneath her feet. Qianru's
voice was hoarse; her previous piercing screams had turned into a hoarse wail. Leng Tiexin snorted and poked
the cigar in his hand at the wound on Qianru's breast. 'Ahhh! Ahhh!' The girl let out
another piercing scream. The cigarette butt was pressed against the girl's blood-stained breast, moving to
a different spot after a while. Puffs of smoke rose, and the bleeding from the wound on Lin Qianru's breast was stopped, but her original sexy..."
Her alluring breasts were now covered in charred marks, and the poor girl had been tortured into unconsciousness once more.

"Brand her!" Lin Qianru awoke again from the stimulation of cold water. The agent then pulled a red-hot
branding iron from the stove and pressed it against Lin Qianru's soft, white breasts. "Sizzle—" The branding iron burned
Lin Qianru's once smooth, alabaster skin, producing a chilling sound. A wisp of smoke rose
, and the torture chamber was instantly filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh. Lin Qianru's clenched teeth were numb
; veins bulged on her face and neck, and her muscles twisted and convulsed in agony. She felt her entire being
burning, about to explode… The poor girl didn't even have the strength to struggle. Even under this
inhuman torture, her body only convulsed instinctively, and soon, she fainted again. Lin Qianru was
awakened . Another agent, holding a still-sparkling branding iron, branded the girl's tempting inner thigh.
With another puff of smoke, "Ah—!" Lin Qianru let out a heart-wrenching scream. The girl
struggled weakly for the last time before fainting again. The cruel punishment was unbearable
!

The agents took Lin Qianru down from the rack and threw her on the ground. After reviving her with water, the next step was foot torture
. The agents tightly bound Lin Qianru's lower body to a torture bench and brutally whipped
the soles of her feet with thorny branches. "Crack...crack..." The tough vines lashed again and again at the girl's tender soles.
The agent administering the torture was clearly an experienced one; after each lash, he paused briefly, waiting for red,
swollen welts to appear, before shifting the position slightly and striking again with full force. The spy was
deliberately prolonging the flogging; he didn't want the victim to faint quickly. He wanted to
extend the girl's suffering as much as possible, making the pain feel like an endless ordeal. The soles of the feet are one of the most
densely packed , and whipping them is even more excruciating than whipping the rest of the body. With
each lash of the thorny cane, the girl's body, tightly bound to the torture bench, trembled unbearably.
The whistling sound of the thorny cane cutting through the air, combined with the crackling sound of the hard, tough cane striking the girl's delicate soles,
and her groans of pain that were almost suffocating, formed a desolate, mournful, heartbreaking, and
bewildering symphony. The agents lit two large candles under Lin Qianru's feet, the scorching flames slowly
burning the soles of her feet, already covered in whip marks. The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh. Her
feet convulsed uncontrollably, and Qianru bit her lip, her beautiful face contorted in agony. Next,
the agents used thin, short pins to pierce the
nail beds of Lin Qianru's ten toenails, each one deeply and completely embedded. This method of torture was painful, but compared to previous
methods , this pain was nothing. However, when Lin Qianru tried to walk
, she realized the severity of this torture. The pins tormented her feet with each
step, making every movement feel like torture.

The second round of interrogation ended, and the agents dragged Lin Qianru back to her cell. In the dark cell, Lin Qianru endured the pain of
torture . She thought of her mother, her lover, and her comrades. She didn't cry; she was strengthening her
will.

The third interrogation was seven days later. The fact that the first two tortures hadn't broken the spirit of such a
delicate was something Leng Tiexin had never expected. Lin Qianru's
resolute expression in enduring the pain aroused Leng Tiexin's sadistic desires, so he decided to use the most cruel form of genital
torture.

The agents took Lin Qianru from her solitary cell to the interrogation room, stripped her of her blood-stained cheongsam, pulled her
hands above her head, and hung her naked on the execution rack. They spread her legs and locked them to two iron rings on
the ground . The agents used two powerful steel clamps with hooks to clamp onto Lin Qianru's
delicate labia. Leng Tiexin pointed to a pile of weights on the table, "If you don't speak up, we'll
hang these weights on the hooks down there. Think about it!" "Pah! You shameless beasts!" A mouthful of
bloody spittle landed on Leng Tiexin's face. "Hang them." The agents began hanging weights on the two hooks,
one, two, three... The girl's labia were stretched little by little. The agents could even see
the shape of the capillaries and muscle fibers inside Lin Qianru's labia. The waves of tearing pain from the most delicate and sensitive part of the woman's body
made Lin Qianru tremble uncontrollably. When five weights were added, Lin Qianru's labia had been stretched to 10cm. At this point,
she also fainted. After Lin Qianru regained consciousness, the agents took a straw rope from the wall, threaded it through Lin Qianru's
genitals , and handed it to another agent. The two men each wrapped the straw rope twice in their hands, then pulled it upwards, pressing it against
the center of Lin Qianru's labia. "I'll give you one more chance. This torture will make you unable to be a woman again
!" Silence followed. "Pull!" The two agents, like carpenters,
pulled . "Ah—! Ah—!" the girl screamed shrilly. The agents pulled and
desperately lifted the straw rope, which dug deep into the woman's genitals. The skin around the girl's vulva
couldn't even be described as delicate; its moistness, softness, smoothness, and vulnerability were
comparable only to the skin of a newborn baby. How could it endure the ravages of the rough, knife-like straw rope? With each
slow sawing motion, the skin of her vulva was immediately torn apart. After just a few pulls, the middle section of the rope was stained with bright red
blood , shredded flesh, and plucked pubic hair. This torture inflicted not only
immense , but also extreme humiliation, making her acutely aware of her vulnerability as a woman. "Ah—! Ah—!"
The girl's heart-wrenching screams echoed endlessly. Crimson blood flowed into her dark pubic hair, then slowly
trickled out, running down her lower abdomen and dripping onto the ground. The girl struggled
violently , but this only intensified her suffering. Gradually, she gave up this futile struggle,
her body swaying rhythmically with the back-and-forth sawing of the straw rope. After a dozen or so pulls, the poor girl
lost consciousness from this heinous torture.

The agents lowered Lin Qianru from the rack. Lin Qianru lay naked on the waterlogged ground,
motionless , her body convulsing with pain, tears streaming down her face. She buried her head in her arms...
Suppressing her tears, she silently told herself: Persevere, you must persevere!

When Lin Qianru regained consciousness, her hands and ankles were already strapped to a horizontally placed X-
shaped torture rack. Lin Qianru was still naked, her lower body completely exposed to the man's
gaze. The agent, holding a small pair of pliers, approached Lin Qianru and said, "If you still don't confess,
we'll pluck all your pubic hair now." He then knelt between Lin Qianru's thighs, clamped the two tips of the pliers onto
her black pubic hair, and pulled hard. The pubic hair, along with tender flesh, fell off, and the girl
screamed . After the agent pulled more than ten times, Lin Qianru's lower body would be completely bald. The agent used a
small brush made of pig bristles to continuously brush and stimulate Lin Qianru's bare vulva. Lin Qianru's clitoris began to harden gradually.
When it was at its hardest, the agent took a rattan cane from the torture table, swung it, and walked towards Lin Qianru.
He glanced at the girl's exposed genitals, caused by her thighs being pulled apart, and chuckled coldly. He then swung
the rattan cane and began whipping her there, once, twice, three times… “Crack, crack…” The tough
rattan struck the woman's most delicate and vulnerable area, the excruciating pain causing Lin Qianru
to shake , letting out heart-wrenching screams. In just a few moments, her lower body was
a bloody mess. That wasn't all; Leng Tiexin then ordered chili water to be poured onto the girl's raw, bleeding wounds…
When Lin Qianru awoke from her unconsciousness, a spy
stood . “Little girl, if you don't talk, I'll use this to clean you up!”
The spy lowered his head, his large face almost touching the girl's cheek. “Pah!”
A mouthful of bloody saliva was spat onto the spy's face. "Fine, I'll teach you to be stubborn!" The agent shoved the boar bristle brush deep
into the girl's vagina. "Ah...!" The girl
screamed , hundreds of thick, stiff boar bristles mercilessly piercing her delicate vaginal walls! The agent
rotated the brush back and forth, repeatedly thrusting it in and out, the coarse boar bristles ravaging the girl's ravaged
vagina , blood slowly flowing down her body. The girl struggled and
convulsed desperately on the torture bed in agony, the thick hemp rope digging deeply into her tender skin. After a while, she stopped moving.
"Stop!" Leng Tiexin hurriedly ordered, "Wake her up, whatever you do, don't let her die!" The prison doctor came and gave
Lin Qianru an injection of a stimulant, and 15 minutes later, the girl woke up.

"Come on, onto the wooden horse!" Lin Qianru was dragged off the torture bed and placed in the center of the rack. The agents re-
tied her arms behind her back, then added several more ropes around her breasts and chest, binding them tightly.
A thick hemp rope hanging from a pulley above the rack was tied to the overlapping ropes behind the girl's back. With a pull from
the agents , Lin Qianru was slowly suspended in mid-air. Two other agents pushed the wooden horse over. The so-called
wooden horse resembled a tall bench, except the seat wasn't flat; instead, it was a triangular wooden headrest,
one side facing upwards, placed more than a meter off the ground
. The horse had pulleys underneath, allowing it to be pushed on the ground. The agents pushed the wooden horse under the girl, between her legs, so that her legs straddled the horse
. Then, they tied her ankles together under the horse with ropes, and then took a stack of bundled
bricks, hanging them on the ropes binding her ankles. They then
clamped an alligator clip onto each of Lin Qianru's two already ravaged nipples, with a three-pound weight hanging from each clip. As the weights sank
, Lin Qianru's delicate nipples were instantly stretched, especially the base, which was pulled thin and long, as if torn
off her breast. The weights hanging from the alligator clips swayed incessantly, causing her breasts to tremble
uncontrollably Lin Qianru's body slumped down,
landing on a wooden horse. The horse's sharp edge pressed directly against the center of her labia. "Ah—!" Lin Qianru
screamed piercingly. The weight of her entire body, combined with the weight of the bricks under her feet, pressed the
extremely against the sharp edge of the wood, causing excruciating pain as if a sharp knife were stabbing into her heart. The ropes suspending her were neither
too tight nor too loose, enough to prevent her from falling but also insufficient to allow her to maintain her balance on the pointed end. Coupled with
her struggles from the excruciating pain, the girl's body writhed from
side
to side on the wooden horse, causing it to quickly reopen and tear open the newly scabbed wounds around her labia like a saw. As if this wasn't enough torture, two agents stepped forward, supporting the horse with their hands, one in front and one behind, and began to push it back and forth.
"Ah—!" "Ah—!" the girl screamed, her body shaking violently. Her genitals were undergoing even
more intense torment. This torture specifically targeted a woman's most delicate and sensitive private parts, causing immense physical harm and pain, and utterly destroying her will and self-esteem psychologically. The painful memory could accompany the tortured woman for life, causing her to shudder even long afterward. The girl's genitals were raw and bloody from being rubbed raw by the hard wooden edges. Blood slowly trickled down her inner and the sides of the wooden horse. The scene was utterly lewd and cruel, a sight too gruesome to bear. She was truly tormented, unable to live or die, a cruel and inhuman act of destroying a beautiful flower. The brutal torture lasted for about twenty minutes , until the ravaged girl finally fainted again. 　　Lin Qianru was taken off the wooden horse and lifted onto a wooden board with holes on all four sides. Her limbs inserted into the holes and tied securely with rope. A thick wooden board was placed under her buttocks, forcing her to lie on her back. The agents propped the board up and secured it with four iron rings on the wall. One agent poured cold water on her to revive her. Lin Qianru was too weak to speak, only gasping for breath and groaning in pain. Before the agents began the torture, Leng Tiexin thoughtfully asked, "Aren't you going to talk?" Lin Qianru '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 !" Leng Tiexin laughed smugly. The agents began. They brought out a plastic baton with a metal tip, two electrical wires trailing from the back, and two thin leather straps at the end. One agent raised the baton and, with a "plop," thrust it into the girl's vagina, all the way to her uterus. "Ouch!" the girl cried out.

She couldn't help but cry out. The girl's vagina was still dry and tightly closed. Unprepared,
the brutal insertion of the plastic rod sent a sharp pain through her lower body. More unbearable than the physical pain was the indescribable
sense of humiliation and fear. Although she dared not think further, Lin Qianru could easily imagine what the agents were going to do to her
next . The girl closed her eyes, offering no answer, silently preparing to endure the impending torture.
Tears streamed down her face, and her parted lips were tightly pressed together. It seemed she had made up
her mind to overcome the physical pain. The red light on the current controller lit up. "Ah—! Ah—!" As the power
was switched on, a heart-wrenching scream escaped the girl's throat, and her whole body trembled violently. Her previously
lowered head suddenly shot up, and her dazed eyes widened horribly. Her bound hands and feet
struggled desperately, rattling the iron rings on the wall. Lin Qianru's eyes widened suddenly, her body arched
backward , and she let out a muffled groan. As the current intensified, her insteps straightened, her wrists twisted,
and the intermittent twitches around her abdomen and thighs turned into rapid spasms. She let out a long, piercing scream,
her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. This extremely vicious torture was specifically designed to torment women. The woman's
uterus, with its extremely sensitive and delicate tissues, was directly stimulated by the electric current. In addition to experiencing
the excruciating pain of ordinary electric shocks, the uterine walls convulsed violently under the influence of the current,
producing excruciating pain similar to childbirth
. In fact, because the uterus contracts much faster than during normal childbirth when directly shocked, the pain is far greater. "Ah—! Ah—! Stop—! Stop—!"
the girl cried out. Leng Tiexin made a gesture, and the agent cut off the power. The girl's tense
body went limp, her head drooped, and she groaned weakly. "Speak! What's the password?" "..."
Besides groans, silence answered Leng Tiexin. "Damn it! This little bitch dares to tease me?" Leng Tiexin,
enraged, lashed the leather whip across the girl's battered breasts with a sharp "crack!" "
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, clinging
to her forehead and face. Large beads of sweat rolled down her pale face, dripping to the ground and forming
a small puddle. "Ah—! Stop—! I…I…!" This torture was far too cruel
and vicious, far exceeding what a delicate girl could endure. The electric current stopped again.
"How does it feel? Why don't you speak?" The girl's entire body was covered in glistening sweat, as if she had just been pulled from
water . “You beasts! How can you torture a girl like this? Are you even human?”
Lin Qianru struggled to lift her head, then suddenly cried out hoarsely with all her might. “Heh heh! Of course we’re human,” Leng
Tiexin sneered. “Could someone who wasn’t human come up with such a brilliant method?” The girl’s steadfastness and tenacity moved
even the cold-blooded agents. “Continue the torture!” With Leng Tiexin’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.
The girl ’s fingers and toes were spread wide open, and the force of her struggle caused the ropes binding her wrists and ankles
to chafe. Leng Tiexin and the agents stared at the girl, who was being tortured to the point of unbearable pain, with fascination. They were
aroused by this spectacular and gruesome scene of torture.

Leng Tiexin had great confidence in this top-notch torture method. Many strong-willed women, even those who had endured the tiger bench
and electric shocks, could no longer withstand such inhuman torture. Its interrogation effect was excellent,
practically 100%. The only problem was its extreme danger; it could easily cause uterine
hemorrhage, often resulting in the immediate death of the female prisoner. Therefore, the secret agents rarely used it. Because Director
Mao Renfeng had repeatedly given strict orders, Leng Tiexin didn't care about such things when interrogating Lin Qianru. As long as
the girl confessed, he was willing to beat her to death.

"Ah..." The girl's struggles stopped, and her head drooped. Lin Qianru had been tortured into unconsciousness,
finally temporarily escaping this hell on earth. When Lin Qianru was awakened again by cold water, her consciousness
was already somewhat blurred. Besides the tearing pain in her lower body, all her muscles ached from the violent spasms and tremors
, and the bones in her wrists and ankles felt like they were broken, causing excruciating pain. Leng Tiexin grabbed the girl's
wet , forcing her face upwards. Lin Qianru's lips were bitten until they bled, her vacant eyes lowered,
avoiding Leng Tiexin's vicious gaze. "If you don't talk, this time the electric shock will last
even longer, so you'll be terrified of it for the rest of your life!" Lin Qianru was so weak she didn't even have the strength to speak; the poor girl
couldn't endure another round of torture, neither physically nor mentally. "Continue!" Leng Tiexin commanded with a sneer. The pointer on the current controller
jumped up, and the poor girl's body convulsed again. The previous tortures had exhausted
all energy; she was too weak to scream anymore. Lin Qianru lay limp on the torture bed, panting heavily,
sweat forming a large wet patch beneath her. Only when the agent applied the current did she let out a weak,
painful groan. This cruel electric torture lasted for over an hour. Leng Tiexin was disappointed; he
never imagined that such a young, beautiful, and delicate girl like Lin Qianru could endure such cruel and even barbaric
torture. He couldn't think of any more severe form of torture.

The girl was dragged to the rack, her hands and feet spread apart and bound to four iron rings on either side, her
body spread out in a "T" shape. An agent brought a very special stick—a rubber baton covered in
thin steel nails, each half a centimeter long. The agent stood behind Lin Qianru, raising the nail-studded baton

, ready to strike. Leng Tiexin grinned maliciously, "Beat her! I'll beat her until she's covered in blood!" The agent swung the baton,
striking Lin Qianru's bare back hard. "Ahhhhh…!" With a spray of blood,
Lin Qianru's body jerked forward, violently shaking and struggling. A dozen steel nails
swiftly sliced through the girl's flesh, tearing several close-knit, bloody gashes into her smooth, soft skin.
The nails also brought out a trail of blood and splattered flesh, landing on Leng Tiexin's face.
Without a second thought, his gleaming eyes were fixed on the girl struggling in agony. With a casual wipe, two thin streaks of blood
appeared . "Ahhh…!" "Confess or not? Talk now!" Another blow, another
gruesome bloodstain. The agent leisurely struck twice more with the stick, then strolled back to the girl. "Ahhh…
!" The stick struck the girl's abdomen, and Lin Qianru writhed in agony. This brutal
torture was far more cruel and severe than ordinary whipping and clubbing. The girl felt as if her internal organs were about
to spill out of her throat, as if she were being torn apart by a thousand knives. The dull thud of the rubber baton and the excruciating pain of the steel nails tearing through
flesh were beyond description in any human language.
"
Ah
...

After being whipped seven or eight times each on her chest and back, the girl's petite body was a
bloody mess, not a single patch of intact flesh remaining. Blood gushed from the wounds, trickling down her rounded
buttocks and thighs, turning the rope binding her ankles a hideous dark red. "Ah..."
With another lash, Lin Qianru let out a muffled groan, her head drooping as she lost consciousness
.

Hanging on the rack, the girl was now a bloodied, mangled mess, her once alluring body now
resembling a half-eaten pig hanging in a slaughterhouse, dripping with blood. (To be continued)

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