The Art of Torture

In an abandoned remote meat warehouse in country B, the foul smell of meat could be smelled from a few meters away. Giselle was seated on a metal chair, only in her panties and bra in the middle of the warehouse with two knives stabbed into her lower thighs.

Dried blood stains were sticking down from her lips to her stomach and some on her thighs.

Around her were the countless bodies of men Dante