Between people who might have died, between people who might or might not have died, between those crimes that might or might not have taken place.

Between reporting that investigation, when by normal means, they found nothing, talking to whoever held the secrets, meeting with your informant, that information, which may or may not be true, even the demons that always watched everyone around you.

There was no going back, the implications and all situations would not go back, there were consequences, suspicions became reality.

Death and life, even those who never imagined having contact, but looking around, the deepest desires, the opinion of their former contacts, knowing now, with whom they were dealing, in what they created at that time.

Even at that time, when he could make everything as pleasurable as possible, then, between his pleasures and his desires, for every time in his travels, that he was wrapped between each of her secrets, he was shrouded in mystery.

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After that, in the middle of a dark room of a makeshift tent, he was trapped in a chain chair and in one of the torture sessions, they had slowly and painfully cut his fingers, starting with his fingers and thumbs. 


Being that at last each of them and then the feet, and at last while mutilating his wife and tearing off her breasts, and so in total, while missing the fingers and toes, they brought their assistants and spokesmen, the women naked being raped in front of him, his daughters and around a mutilated partymate. 


Then sodomized before him, while they had cut off his testicles, at his feet mangled and slashed, and both women their cries and wails, the tears and sweat blood and feet, and mangled and mangled hands scattered, breasts and arms. 


When they were mutilated, their thighs, legs and their lips and ears were cut off, parts of their bodies missing pieces of flesh and lips cut at some point ripping out their eyes and tongue... 


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