shot its load in her eyes, her hair, over her entire face.

Rasha's tormentors then siezed her and looped a chain around her chest, just above her breasts, under her armpits. It was secured at the center of her back. Another chain, hanging from the ceiling, was fastened to it. It was hoisted until Rasha hung, facing her father, about five feet in front of him. Her toes barely touched the ground. Her ankles were drawn outwards and bound to two widespread posts. Her entire weight was noW borne by the chain around her

chest.

Ortiz grinned at the cursing father, "Watch, you heathen bastard. Watch what happens to her if you do not talk."

Fra Ortiz took a pair of pincers and gripped one of Rasha's swollen nipples.

He twisted and pulled savagely. Inhuman shouts and screams issued from Rasha and Ali. Ortiz released the nipple, and went over the entire breast with the pincer. The entire round globe was methodically nipped, pieces of woman-flesh torn from the throbbing breast. Blood flowed freely, running down her belly, dripping to the floor. Then, sadistically, Ortiz returned to the nipple, and tore it from her breast. The helpless girl was half dead from pain and shock. Her father was mad in his fury. He swore that he did not know where the treasure was.

"You are a liar," Ortiz shouted.