Occupiers torture at night.
After graduating from the military academy, the young soldier was immediately sent to the front as a press soldier. She is to film atrocities committed by occupying troops, if possible, and thereby document them. Her footage is uploaded to a cloud and is immediately available to her superiors. It fills her with pride that she, a young woman, is trusted with this task very shortly after graduating from the military academy.
However, with an experienced soldier at her side, she is ambushed on her first day at the front. Before the soldier was shot, he shouted to her that she should run away quickly.
For her, however, it is too late. She gets into captivity.
In an old hall she is put into a cage completely naked. He is too small to lie down or stand up. There are at least ten such cages in the hall. All occupied by prisoners of war.
She is briefly interrogated. All of the interrogators laughed when she told them only her name, rank and identity number.
In the night she is woken up by loud scolding of the occupation soldiers. They have suffered heavy losses in the fight against the defenders. This makes them extremely angry.
They take a soldier out of one of the cages and strap him astride a wooden horse with a saw. This cuts the screaming victim's genitals. Then the soldier is tortured extremely brutally for two hours. Until his screaming stops. After that he is put back into the cage. The occupiers leave the hall laughing afterwards.
The press soldier cannot determine whether the comrade is still alive.
The next night, occupation soldiers enter the hall again, two men and a woman, they are drunk and extremely angry.
They come to her cage, open the door and say: "Today it's your turn, press bitch. You're going to tell us where your artillery positions are!"
She is placed on the saw with her hands tied behind her back. Her legs are tied to the frame.
The woman says to her, "We noticed that your camera is sending the footage to a cloud. We will record your interrogation. Then your superiors can see that we are not to be trifled with. I'm turning on the camera now."
"Now tell us where your artillery is hidden, quick!!!"
"My name is Lara B., rank Lieutenant, I am a prisoner of war and I demand to be treated according to the rules of the Geneva Convention. I will say no more."
Everyone laughs. A soldier comes up to Lara laughing with a blowtorch. She can feel the heat of the hissing flame from a distance.
The other soldier grabs her arms and neck and holds her tight.
She can no longer move and is helplessly at the mercy of the flame, which comes ever closer...
