Page 74 - Fanget I Tiden oversættelse - caught in time (komplet)-converted

Borge left the room and returned shortly with two young men who, with routine

movements, fixed a massive iron rod to two iron chains, which Uno initially saw
hanging down from the ceiling.

Through the chains the iron rod could be raised up and down.

"Off with the clothes," ordered Borge.
As in a trance, Uno slowly nodded. He did not know what to answer or do.

Obediently he nodded and slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

"Let me help you," grinned one of the young men and spreading Uno's bloody
shirt in two.

"Now, hurry!" Borge suddenly shouted, "We are not here for relaxing."
Only now, when Uno was naked in the room, it dawned on him what was

going to happen to him. The shock of it broke him, and he started to cry as he

was forced to bend over the iron rod, that brutally hit him. With a pair of leather
straps, the men gathered his wrist around the iron rod and fastened the straps

by his ankles, so he hung like an animal on a spear. One of the men scratched the

chains, and the iron rod was raised a few centimeters above the floor.

Uno sobbed higher and higher, he was freezing, his stomach was hurting,
as well as his hands, nose, and head. The awkward position got one of his legs to

cramp up. He breathed in hectic small bites, but the fear prevented the air from

getting too deep into the stomach.
"Do not you still have something to say?" Borge roared into Uno’s face.

Uno cried without sound. Only a special whistling sound broke out of his mouth.

It was impossible for him to talk right now, where words were so much needed.
He did not detect how one of the men went out of the room and returned

wearing a large leather apron similar to what a butcher uses, swinging a

crowbar.
"Shall we give him a little swing?"

The first time the crowbar struck the bottom of Uno's bare back, the pain was so

overwhelming he immediately threw up. The bar hit him again brutally on the
lower part of his back. He broke a pair of vertebrae.

The man with the crowbar took forth a pair of leather gloves forward, so he
could get a better grip on his torture instrument. With his legs lightly spreading,