The blonde Irish girl was bound tightly to the bed, her wrists and ankles secured with rope. Tears streamed down her face as she begged for mercy. But the man just laughed and shook his head."No," he said,

The blonde Irish girl was bound tightly to the bed, her wrists and ankles secured with rope. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled against the restraints, but it was no use. She was at the mercy of her captor, who had a wicked grin on his face as he held up a small object in front of her face."What's this?" he asked, his voice dripping with malice. "Is this what you want? Do you want me to use this on you?"The girl nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face as she begged for mercy. But the man just laughed and shook his head."No," he said, "I don't think so. I think I'll use something else."He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device that looked like a camera lens. He placed it gently on the girl's forehead and pressed down, causing her to scream in agony as the pain spread