his lower body to the left. Arizza was roaring in horrible agony. To add to his plight, they held a lighted torch under his crotch. His whole body trembled in pain.

In her own private hell, Rasha saw her father die, his body twisted and broken.

They returned their attentions to

the pain-crazed girl. They freed her, all except her fiendishly bound hands. They dragged her to a spike-covered image. They held her there while one man soaked the inside of the image with oil.

The feebly struggling, blood soaked Rasha was placed within one half of the contraption. The cruel Spaniards be-

gan closing the iron-maiden very slowly. Inarticulate shrieks echoed through the chamber as the pointed prongs began to

pierce her bloody body. The diabolical apparatus was then stopped.

Rasha's blood could be seen oozing from the interior. Laughing sadistically Ortiz set a flame to the oil that coated the wicked machine. As the flames roared fiercly inside the iron-maiden, they again started to close it. Hoarse, muffled cries came from the dying Rasha. The iron maiden closed completely. There was complete silence from within. Only the hissing of the fire could be heard. The acrid odor of roasted flesh filled the chamber.