Art
Governor
Professor Julia Brouwers tortured on a Workbench.
Slowly Julia wakes up from the faint. The first thing she notices is the strong smell of blood and fear sweat. Then a terrible pain in her crotch.
She notices that she is no longer in the abandoned villa, but in a dark, foul-smelling torture cellar.
She sits on a square steel profile. In front of her is a laughing, foul-smelling man who is crushing her left nipple with a large pair of pliers.
"You must be wondering why you are no longer in the villa?" the man asks. "You were brought here at the request of President Fredenstein. He wants you to get the best treatment as a deviant from the laws of the Republic. Everything that happens here is filmed and delivered to him."
"I am thrilled to get the opportunity to welcome an arrogant professor from the high class to my little area. I'm sure the president will welcome you here personally as well."
Slowly Julia wakes up from the faint. The first thing she notices is the strong smell of blood and fear sweat. Then a terrible pain in her crotch.
She notices that she is no longer in the abandoned villa, but in a dark, foul-smelling torture cellar.
She sits on a square steel profile. In front of her is a laughing, foul-smelling man who is crushing her left nipple with a large pair of pliers.
"You must be wondering why you are no longer in the villa?" the man asks. "You were brought here at the request of President Fredenstein. He wants you to get the best treatment as a deviant from the laws of the Republic. Everything that happens here is filmed and delivered to him."
"I am thrilled to get the opportunity to welcome an arrogant professor from the high class to my little area. I'm sure the president will welcome you here personally as well."