I declared that I had no more to say, after which those devils handed me over to my torturer. I was half blinded still from the bright light that had been shone in my face for what seemed hours as they repeatedly asked me the same questions over and over again. They  put handcuffs on me and to these a rope was attached which could be tightened and caused insufferable pain.  I was then dragged to a small, dank room by two guards for further interrogation by a sado-masochist known as the Angel.

They took off my handcuffs and ordered me to take off my clothes and to fold them neatly. Now I really felt vulnerable. Suddenly the two guards grabbed me by the back of the neck and placed me across a footstool.  A uniformed Gestapo officer, who could only be the man known as the Angel, with a whip in his hand, beat my buttocks with measured strokes. Driven wild with pain I repeatedly screamed at the top of my voice. One guard held my mouth shut while the Angel  whipped me  across my chest and back. I then collapsed and fell on the floor and received a few kicks here and there but was already so exhausted and my heart so strained, it nearly took my breath away. I was then dragged to a standing position whereupon the Angel came within an inch of my face and whispered gently to me.  My blood turned to ice as his words........

Who am I?

I am your worst nightmare!!!