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Copyright © 1997 Mark Collins.
All rights reserved and reproduction without written permission expressly prohibited.
Trespass
The woman lay naked, spread-eagled, wracked upon the table.
Welts covered her body and blood oozed from her every limb.
Her body trembled as she whimpered, barely conscious for
the pain of the hateful torture inflicted against her. She
felt her toes crack as the pliars were used against the
tips and she cried out fearfully, long since given up of
crying for mercy. The torturer laughed as another bone
cracked and she braced her hands instinctively knowing it
would be her fingers that were next.
[End of this extract. The full story was published in
Raw Nerve #6, Autumn 1997]
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