#Chapter13
Fear washes over the man like a wave from the sea as he watches the woman, her nakedness does nothing to arouse him, it just makes the fear more intense, and the mask covering her face sends chills down his spine, giving her an almost inhuman look in the lighting of the workshop.
He struggles again against the bonds and the grip of the vice that holds him, but to no avail as they hold tight, and with a shuddering sigh, he resigns himself to meet death face to face, for he knows that behind that mask that towers over him, is death herself.
/"Bitch, you fucking bitch, let me go. Who the fuck made you judge, jury and executioner?/"
/"Why my stupid Russian friend, you did when you killed the man that I had just married when you ripped open my womb when you took my unborn child, but most of all, when you left me alive, and now prepare yourself, for the time of redemption is at hand./"
/"You fucking bitch, may you rot in hell./"