12

THE TRUTH

~PAMELA

"Pamela!" I heard my voice from a distance and faintly saw a face loom over me.

The nightmarish scene that had played out literally in front of me stubbornly flashed in my semi-conscious brain.

I saw Stephan lean casually on a table filled with diverse torture weapons or tools if you can call it that. He had a can of juice or was it beer? It mattered not.

I saw Big Frank with his suit off, leaving on his ash-crisp shirt. The sleeves were rolled up revealing his massive vein-filled forearms filled covered in sweat and blood.

The sweat and blood belonged to the unfortunate man secured firmly in a chair with his mouth taped tightly to prevent him from screaming out.

The man's body whole chest was fried and his skin deeply scalding and bloody. I saw his chest steaming with smoke as he wailed helplessly against his bondage.

His ears were cut off, his nose too, and the upper part of his lip. His whole fingers were cut off.

What shocked me the most was that two index finge