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Even under waterboarding we do not break. The henchmen rip the soaked cloths from our faces as we cough and splutter for air, every cough causing agony for our compressed lungs, our ribcages straining in agony on the torture rack. The henchmen crank the ratchets and we are stretched to immobility. All we can move are our heads, staring up in hate at the torturers.

The crime boss laughs. "You boys look a bit wet. You should dry off. Why don't we do this in a sustainable way?" He lights a cigar. "Paper towels aren't good for the environment. Heat is so much friendlier. Guards!"

We stare up in fury and hate as the guards approach with red-hot irons, and needles heated in a brazier.

"Let's get you boys nice and dry."

The dark, hot, heavy air of the dank underground concrete bunker is filled with the sizzle of hot iron on hard muscle, the aroma of roasting meat, and the screams of the bodybuilder commandos...

Art of epic cruelty by GlendyLucast

Description
Even under waterboarding we do not break. The henchmen rip the soaked cloths from our faces as we cough and splutter for air, every cough causing agony for our compressed lungs, our ribcages straining in agony on the torture rack. The henchmen crank the ratchets and we are stretched to immobility. All we can move are our heads, staring up in hate at the torturers.

The crime boss laughs. "You boys look a bit wet. You should dry off. Why don't we do this in a sustainable way?" He lights a cigar. "Paper towels aren't good for the environment. Heat is so much friendlier. Guards!"

We stare up in fury and hate as the guards approach with red-hot irons, and needles heated in a brazier.

"Let's get you boys nice and dry."

The dark, hot, heavy air of the dank underground concrete bunker is filled with the sizzle of hot iron on hard muscle, the aroma of roasting meat, and the screams of the bodybuilder commandos...

Art of epic cruelty by GlendyLucast