thin chains were tied around each of her wrists. Savagely, they crossed her arms well above her elbows. Taking the loose ends of the chains, they pulled them through two rings spaced wide apart on the overhead beam. Sister Tessa's shrieks filled the chamber, echoing to the cells above, as the chains were pulled through the iron rings, so tight that her upper back was bent in an arc. Her arms felt as if they were being pulled from their sockets. They were crossed in back of her, pulled up at a forty-five degree angle, and the chains securely affixed. Her torso was bent forward, her fullfleshed breasts swaying temptingly.

Through her blinding pain, she felt

herself siezed from behind and hoisted about a foot above the ground. Her legs were spread wide. A man grabbed each foot until her toes were above two pieces of one inch pipe that was imbedded in the floor. Each piece of pipe was four inches long. Sister Tessa shrieked, swore, and tried to kick free, uselessly. Laughing horribly, Fra Ortiz watched as her two big toes were forced into the torturepipes. Then the men released her waist, and the nun felt the torments of the damned. She had no leverage to pull her toes from the pipes. Her wild struggles only made them sink deeper into the horror pipes.

"Admit that you helped that bitch