Ma'am War Reporter 3
"The boss said to come see you... you had a surprise for me....
that's her... I can't believe it... that I'm going to see that depraved bitch again...!"
The secretary points incredulously at the naked, screaming woman hung spread-eagled by her arms and legs.
"She made me lose my good job as chief reporter. She denounced me. She lied. Because of her, I was discredited. This is the best surprise ever given me."
The fat soldier with the baton said "The boss told us you were coming, that's why we're going a little longer today. For you, we're happy to do it. You have absolute authority...we'll do whatever you tell us to do, with this war reporter. She told us that no one knows where she is. So she no longer exists."
"Thank you... thank you..., you're doing just fine... beat that stinking dirty bitch's slobber tits to a bloody pulp with the Baton. For what she did to me she shall suffer... suffer very long. I want to hear her scream in agony, begging me to end her suffering."
The other soldier gleefully holds the burning torch between the reporter's legs. She screams out her indescribable pain in extreme agony, her voice rolling over. The screams are shrill and hardly sound human.
The secretary laughs "Take a short break... I'll get some circulation-stabilizing drugs. The way the dirty bitch is screaming, she will have a circulatory collapse in the shortest time. I want her to suffer for a very long time. I'll be right back... I imagine you two know what you can do to a naked woman, in a breaktime ha... ha... see you soon. But don't break her! When I come back I'll tell you what we'll do with the bitch!"