Chapter 15. Guilty

Gabriella trembled with fear. Her knees had lost a lot of strength, but she had to stand up. The noose on his wrist felt like peeling skin if she put more weight.

"I heard, you're a pianist. What happens to a pianist without fingers?"

Gabriella's breath was getting shorter. Her face had turned white and was completely wet.

"Please, have mercy on me ...."

“Oh, you must think I'm kidding. Let me prove that this tool can break your finger."

The interrogator went to retrieve an iron rod from the box and cut it before Gabriella's eyes.

The girl's sobs were getting wrapped around her heart. She could no longer speak. What could she do for refusing the torture?

"So, tell me ... who was the one controlling your movements?"

Gabriella continued to shake her head wordlessly. Both knees had bent out of strength. She didn't care anymore about the pain on wrists. Fear had taken over her nerves and brain.

"Do you think this is fake?"