## Archive-name: maryann

They dragged the gagged and blindfolded young woman into the vacant factory, taking her deep enough into the unused structure that no screams would reach the outside, not that in this desolate stretch of closed factories and empty warehouses there was anyone to hear any screams, or who would care if they did. They reached a small room, and entered, looking the door behind them. They ripped her lacy white blouse open and pulled it off her, so that it's remnants hung from her handcuffed wrists.

"Take your skirt off", one of them ordered her, shoving her as he spoke so she could not pretend to doubt that the command was for her. She shook her head "no" while some indistinct sound came through the gag, then a knife sliced a shallow notch in the top of her right ear, and she shrieked into the gag. The command was repeated, and this time her slender fingers reached down and found the zipper to her short black skirt and pulled it down, then shoved the skirt down her slim hips. It didn't slip very far, but other hands seized it and pulled it down, then prodded her forwards. She took a few uncertain steps before she was stopped and spun around. Her bra straps were cut and her bra unhooked and pulled off, leaving her in her dark pantyhose and black high heels, before she was pushed into a metal chair which was bolted into the floor.

Quickly a chain encircled her narrow waist and was locked in place. One dangling end of the chain went across her abdomen, between her breasts, over her shoulder and then down across her back and behind the back of the steel chair, while the other end followed the reverse path, and when they were both locked in place the woman was held tightly against the chair by bandoliers of chain. Then her left foot was seized and rope looped around her left ankle and the leg of the chair in such a way that she could raise her leg about six inches but could not otherwise move it. Her right foot was then taken and wired to the leg of the chair in such a way that it could not be moved at all.

"Take her blindfold off", a voice commanded, and soon she saw a small, spartan room, with two tables, on which a telephone and a computer sat, the other with what looked like medical supplies, and three chairs, two occupied by a man wearing a mask. Another masked man stood by her, then squatted and sprayed some kind of liquid below her left foot. He then lit a match and dropped it into the liquid, which turned to flame and the prisoner twisted in her chains, pulled her foot up as far as she could lift it, and screamed into her gag as her uncomprehending eyes implored her captors for mercy. The flame quickly burned out, without having done any lasting damage to her foot, though her shoe was badly seared.

"Remove her gag", one of the seated men ordered, and the man alongside her pulled the thick gag from her mouth. The seated man then addressed her. "Hello, Maryann. I regret inconveniencing you so, but I don't have the time to employ more civil measures. In two hours an investment firm in Hong Kong will close; over the weekend, a draft will clear moving several hundred million dollars from one of your employer's accounts. Before the firm closes, I intend to transfer the funds from that account to an account I control. This will require a password known to your employer, and for both our sakes, I hope also known to you. By Monday, the money will have passed through a number of accounts, and be quite untraceable, and we will be able to let the paramedics know where you are so they can get you out of here. I really hope that all you will require from them is their help in getting out of here. I would not wish to leave you here in need of medical assistance, especially knowing that it will be two days before such assistance will arrive. But please believe me, with such sums at stake I will do whatever is necessary to get the information. I wish we had time for truth drugs and careful interrogation, they're both more civil and more reliable than the crude tortures we have planned, but there just isn't time. You must talk in less than two hours or the window of opportunity will close, so I must be more brutal than I would like. By the way, please don't bother giving false passwords, we are already in touch with the bank via computer, and will know in seconds if the password is false. Now, will you please tell me the password ?"

"I DON'T KNOW the passwords for his offshore accounts. I can't help you, now please let me go".

"Oh, dear. I do hope that you are lying, and that you are not very brave. You're such a lovely woman, and it pains me to think how little of your beauty will be left in two hours if you can't provide a password that will halt the torture. It's a good thing you already have a husband, for no man will ever look at you again without revulsion, unless you can provide a password. I trust your husband is the sort of man who loves you for your mind and soul, and wouldn't leave you just because the beautiful woman he married so recently is now a hideous creature unable to take care of herself, and certainly unable to raise any children - not that he could ever conceive of conceiving children with something so dreadful. His continued devotion will doubtless be the one comfort in your life, if we are still here with you in two hours. <sigh> Well, sir, douse her right foot".

At this, the man alongside Maryann spayed the same liquid he had previously sprayed on the ground underneath her left foot liberally over her right foot and the area around and beneath it. He then tied a cord around the heel of her shoe, and rolled the cord across the room, where he cut it and left one end laying on the floor before him.

"Light it", came the command, and the cord was lighted.

"This is a fuse, my dear lady. It's a rather slow burning fuse, but it will still reach your foot in a few minutes. When it does, your foot will be burned to a crisp. If you're still alive when the paramedics arrive on Monday, your foot will definitely need to be amputated. Given the rather unsterile environment in here, there'll probably be an infection that will require the amputation of that beautiful leg. Of course, if you don't talk, we will have to do the same to the other foot - after wiring it down, of course. Such a pity, such beautiful legs gone. Even so, it won't be a complete disaster, a health young woman like you can learn to walk on artificial legs - if you talk then. I don't know how well you will be able to dance - you were going dancing tonight, weren't you ? What rotten timing, if you'd gone last night you would have had one last chance to boogie. But he kept you late to type some silly reports. Is time and a half worth the last chance to dance ? I think not, not for what you make. You aren't paid to take these risks, Maryann, why don't you tell me the password ?"

"I DON'T KNOW THE PASSWORD", Maryann screamed and sobbed. "PLEASE BELIEVE ME, I DON'T KNOW IT, I'D TELL YOU IF I DID I SWEAR I'D TELL YOU - PLEASE DON'T BURN ME - I CAN'T TELL YOU WHAT I DON'T KNOW NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO TO ME PLEASE HAVE MERCY PLEASE".

"I need the password", he said. The cord was halfway to her foot, which was moving very slightly, blood staining her hose by her right ankle, while her left foot pounded futilely on the cement floor and the rest of her twisted frantically in the chair, without lossening the chains. Her hands twisted and turned in the handcuffs between frequent and futile efforts to test the cuffs, as if she expected any moment to somehow obtain the strength to burst the handcuffs.

"I DON'T KNOW IT <SOB> PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, PLEASE DON'T BURN ME <now shrieking> I DON'T KNOW IT - I CAN'T TELL YOU - WHY WON'T YOU BELIEVE ME <trailing off> I DON'T KNOW <sob> please I don't know", Maryann said, then her words ceased as she sat crying.

"I don't believe you, Maryann, because there's no benefit to me in believing you. If I proceed on the assumption you are lying, and I'm right, I may end up rich, or I may end up with you a barely living shell of a person. If I accept that you are telling the truth, I won't get rich, but you won't get hurt. I'm much more interested in getting rich than in you not getting hurt, so I'm going to proceed on the assumption that you are lying. But I WOULD prefer not to hurt you, so I hope you'll give me the password in the next" <peering at the fuse> "oh, about two minutes".

Maryann, her composure partly recovered, thought quickly. His local Email password. "Incorrect", the computer replied. His birthday. No. His daughter's birthday. No. The fuse was inches from where it would ignite the liquid on the ground. The company name. No. What could it be, she thought, her eyes locked on the approaching fire.

"We've tried all the obvious one's, Maryann. If you're faking cooperation in the hopes we'll say, 'she obviously doesn't know, let's have pity on her, stop it. I do pity you if you don't know the password, but there will be no mercy. Talk, or burn".

"I can't tell you, I don't know", she said. The fuse was nearly there. "Please, I'll find it out for you, please, I promise, I can get him to tell me. PLEASE !".

"If he hasn't yet, he won't now", her tormentor replied, as the fuse touched the fluid and Maryann's foot was encased in flame as her screams reverberated in the small room, so horrible that the two other men covered their ears to try to block them out and turned their heads away so they didn't have to see her pretty face now twisted into a demon's mask by the unimaginable agony. The chair shook with her struggles, as she threw herself into the struggles with such force that something had to give, but bone being softer than steel, it was her wrists and collarbones that broke in the struggle. Her left foot pounded the floor and broke the heel of her shoe but came no closer to freedom. The interrogator, who watched her struggles and cries impassively, observed that the right foot moved freely within the flame, the pain of burning obviously making her oblivious to how deeply the wire was cutting into her ankle. The nylon on her calf melted in the heat, searing the bare flesh beneath it, though it could hardly register with Maryann, the pain already being more than she could comprehend, and she passed out.

"It's OK, you can uncover your ears now", the interrogator said, as her screams stopped resounding from the walls, and they turned to look to see her still and silent, her head, bathed in sweat, slumped forward towards her chest. A couple bits of flame still burned on her charred foot.

"Wake her up; give her a local in the knee so she isn't so blinded by pain she can't think", he ordered, and smelling salts and an assortment of syringes were brought. After a little while, Maryann was awake again.

"I'm sorry you made me do that. Maybe now that you now how bad it is, you'll be more reasonable", the interrogator said. Maryann looked back at him with a slightly glassy stare. He opened her eyelids for a better look. A couple minutes more minutes and some more smelling salts and she'd be ready.

"Wire her left ankle", he ordered. He saw that register in her eyes; she knew what was happening.

"You want it doused ?", he was asked. He though a bit. "No, put a squirt on her pubic hair, and tape a fuse - a short one - to the chair beneath it", he said. Her head rose a bit and the glassy look was being replaced by a curious mixture of panic and pleading. He pushed some smelling salts under her nose and she turned her head away. He grabbed her willowy auburn hair and pulled her head back, and brought his face close to hers, staring into her frightened eyes.

"I want the password", he said.

Through trembling lips, a weak, hoarse voice replied, "I don't know it. I can't bear this pain, I'd tell if I knew, <whimpering> but I don't know, I swear I don't know".

Tossing her head forewards with an attitude of disgust, he stepped away from her. "Well, we have some time left. Light the fuse", and the fuse, hanging a few inches below the chair, was lit and quickly rose, and Maryann began to scream again.

The End

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