Man has two hands, one to take and one to give. - Goethe, Faust

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August 2 at 12:30 p.m. Berlin time.

The midday sun walks on the highest point of the city, and the high-rise buildings divide the sunlight into pieces, warm and bright in some places, dull and cold in others, this is the most decadent party city in Europe, and there are 24-hour electronic music bars everywhere.

In Berlin's Kreuz Mountains, there is a notorious Kit Kat club, a gentle village Kit Kat, where red men and women are bustling 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

Serious Germans play so openly, don't make a fuss, if you're good-looking, both men and women, someone will always come up and ask you: "Do you play X (X is a number greater than 1)P?"

Perhaps the Kit Kat Club isn't even a bar from a Chinese perspective, it's the size of an indoor basketball court, big enough for hundreds of people to hold an electronic music party, while countless colorful laser lights peek in the darkness in this huge arena.

At the end of the rectangular arena is a DJ booth standing in mid-air, with a bare-headed and shirtless DJ waving his hands, while behind him is an entire wall of electronic screens with green lines dancing to the rhythm and powerful techno music dancing in the hot air, immersing people in an uncanny psychedelic atmosphere.

In the middle of the venue was a huge dance floor, densely packed with people, both men and women, wearing very little, and some even wearing nothing.

The dance floor is surrounded by bars and seating for exhausted guests to sit, chat and smoke, and in the intervals between these bars are passages leading to other places, some leading to swimming pools, some to natural pools, where clothed people are not allowed, and some to small bars such as gay bars, such as SM Bar, etc.

Next to the DJ booth is a hidden passageway, where two big men in black leather shorts with pink rabbit ears stand at the entrance of the tunnel, and there is no sign at the entrance of the tunnel, just a seemingly ordinary clown mask.

At this time, a man with brown hair and a Hitler hairstyle was being carried by two strong men in leather trousers and black tight tops towards the passage, the dark passage was occasionally swirling lights sliding across the walls, and countless cubicles could be seen everywhere the light went, the cubicles had no doors, and the cubicles were decorated with bells and whistles, reminiscent of a rave party in the 90s, and the narrow passages were full of fluorescent graffiti and hallucinatory patterns that appeared after taking hallucinogenic drugs.

In some of the compartments, most of them in pairs, the women wore a bit of symbolic clothing, leather or PVC shorts, with almost transparent underwear, or simply topless, with rough X-rings, some with elaborate tattoos, holding horsetail whips or candles.

Men are blindfolded and tied to chairs or sofas.....

Although the atmosphere was very silky at the moment, the man who was sandwiched by two strong men in leather pants did not seem to feel happy at all, he could not even walk steadily, and if he had not been caught by someone, he would have collapsed to the ground.

The man was carried to the end of the corridor, where there was a stone room, with rusty medieval torture instruments hanging from the rough bricks, such as punishment shoes with steel spikes, an iron donkey's face, and a number of gruesome torture instruments, wooden boots made of wood and steel bars (actually wooden beds), racks, cages, head breakers, and the Judas Sharp Stool and the Iron Lady (which could lock people in). However, it is not burned, the Iron Lady has steel thorns inside, and after the prisoners are locked in, the steel thorns inside will be pierced into their bodies one by one. Let them die in a wail of pain).

The largest room contained an iron cage in which stood a woman in a black cat mask dancing to the beat of the music, and on the red couch facing the cage sat a man in a dark purple suit and a clown mask, tall and thin, with an open collar of his white shirt, who was undoubtedly a man in his posture.

The shaved head and leather-clad man in leather pants put the brown-haired man in front of the clown mask, let go of his hand, and then stepped aside, and the limp man fell to his knees.

The clown, who seemed to be watching the dance in the cage, put his index finger to his mouth and made a silent gesture, he shook his head to the rhythm of the strong electric music, and without looking at the man kneeling in front of him, he shook like this, without saying a word, while the man with Hitler's hairstyle knelt in front of the sofa and sweated.

I don't know how long it took, but the man who was kneeling on the ground finally couldn't hold on anymore and said, "Lord Sith, I don't know what you called me for?"

The clown, who was dancing to his heart's content, heard the man speak, and a slap swept through the man's mouth without warning, and the man immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a few teeth flew out, and the clown man called Lord Sith stopped shaking, looked at the frightened man, and asked softly in a very gentle tone: "Do you know why I hit you?"

The man with the clown mask spoke with a tearing feeling, as if his vocal cords had been damaged, and listening to him speak, it was like a rubbing on the eardrums, of course, this friction was not happy at all, as sharp as a blackboard scratching the blackboard, which was uncomfortable.

The sweaty man kept shaking his head, and his hands and legs couldn't help but tremble violently.

"Fawkes, don't be so nervous and scared, these torture instruments are not meant to be scary, they are all great works of art, if you look closely, these delicate gadgets are not cruel and vicious at all...... They highlight the diversity of history, embodying a skill in the art of torturing the flesh deep into the soul. ”

The man wearing the clown mask waved his hand, and a delicate iron "pear punishment" automatically flew into his hand, and he showed the pear punishment, a bud-like iron tool engraved with gorgeous patterns, to the man who was already sweating like rain, "Come and take a closer look, do you see it? How beautiful it is, turning the controller at the bottom can make the four petals of the 'pear' separate, bringing great harm and pain to the throat of the tortured, XX or XX." But this gadget does not usually cause death, so it is benevolent, and pain can sometimes bring pleasure to people, doesn't it? Lord Sith writhed the pear, letting the bud-like iron expand in his hand, and then said with great fervour.

But in the next second, his tone became extremely low and serious, "My ideal is to combine different kinds of torture until I become the most perfect master in the field of torture art, and I will definitely make the best use of my intellectual resources and the unremitting pursuit of this ultimate perfection with fanatical enthusiasm..... The perfect punishment and the perfect ..... for sin"

"Sith, I'm ..... I know it's wrong..... Please forgive me!" the man looked at the pears that were closed in front of him, and he seemed to have felt the pain of the iron object expanding in his body.

"No, no, dear Fox, you're not wrong, everyone is selfish and thinks about themselves, what you do, there is not a single problem, but you understand that there is something in the group that is essential to me.... I had to keep an eye on it. ”

The man shook his head, and Hitler's hairstyle, which was originally quite neat, became very messy, "Sith Lord, please forgive me, I really understand that I was wrong." ”

"Do you know what's wrong?" The man in the clown mask looked up at the roof, which was covered with a polychrome fresco of Masaccio's Holy Trinity, with Christ crucified, the Holy Father above his shoulder, and the Virgin Mary and St. John on either side. The Virgin's gaze is downward, accompanied by gestures, to draw the viewer's attention to Christ on the cross. All four figures are beneath a large well-like vault, creating an unusual hallucinatory effect. And the Father, who is invisible at this time, has merged into the aura of God and Jesus, all of which foreshadows the inseparability of the Holy Soul and the resurrection of the suffering in the infinite power of God.

The Clown Sith clasped his hands together, looked up at the mural, and said in a reverent tone, "Fawkes, confess with me....."

Fox, kneeling on the ground, hung his head and clasped his hands together.

"Accept both blessings and curses today. If I obey the commandments, which you command me today, I will be blessed. Woe to me if I do not obey your commandments, and if I stray from the way which you command us today, and serve others. ”

The man named Fox was about to speak when the Clown Sith lifted his chin with a pear punishment, "Fawkes, look at me!

Fawkes looked at the Sith mask in horror and said intermittently, "Whether it's a blessing or a curse today..... The words are calmly accepted. If you obey the commandments...... You have commanded me this day...... and they will be blessed. If I will not obey your commandments...... and have strayed from the way which thou hast commanded us today...... Go and serve others, and I will be in trouble. ”

The clown man gently stroked Fawkes's lowered head, "What a good boy, my punishment is only for those who deserve it, and if you can repent, you will reap the blessings." ”

"Thank you, Sith Lady!" Fawkes choked up, the scarlet carpet already wet, full of his tears, snot, and urine...

"Tell me, what else did the group lose besides some classified documents?"

"Genetic ..... God's genes .....," Fawkes said with a sad face and some despair.

"That's terrible!Fawkes, you should have told me the news sooner....." Sith the Clown stood up from the red couch.

Fawkes climbed to his feet, hugged his legs and cried, "Sith-sama, I know it's wrong, I didn't inform you in the first place..... Because the whole group is engaged in inspections .... I was scared..... Please forgive me!"

"Of course I'll forgive you, Fawkes, and will you honor my word as you just promised?"

"Of course, Sith-sama, your instructions are guiding me in the right direction!"

The Clown Sith reached out and touched Fawkes's forehead again, "What a good boy, Fawkes, now you go inside the Iron Lady yourself, close the door, and reflect on it inside....."

"No, please, Sith Lord....."

"Huh??, you just said you want to be obedient?" Sith said as he looked at Fawkes' weeping eyes full of kindness.

"Sith-sama, I'm really..."

"My patience is limited! You see your parents, brother, sister-in-law, nephew, niece, wife, son, daughter are counting on you to survive!"

Hearing this, Fawkes completely collapsed, and turned his head to look at the blue glowing Iron Lady who was lying aside, the bronze object like the coffin of the pharaoh was open, and the door was inlaid with barbs.

Fawkes slowly crawled towards the Iron Lady, trembling and holding on to the bronze door, and then slowly closed the door.

Sith the Clown said softly, "Good boy, you are so brave! Your bravery has touched me! I will give you my blessing!"

As the Iron Lady's door slammed shut, a miserable wail rang out in the room......

The Sith the Clown seemed to hear the music, he waved his fingers and spun them in his ear, and then said to the strong man standing behind him, "What a good child! What a waste of death like this! When his blood is dry, make the meat into a hamburger and send it to his family..... Let his body and his soul be with his family!"