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I have no compassion and no sympathy. There’s no one to set up the last-minute rescue, and there’s no chance of your escape. This is not a romantic adventure in which the villain is finally defeated, the hero is rewarded with a medal and marries the girl. Unfortunately, these games do not happen in real life. If you continue to be stubborn, you will be tortured to the point of madness, then the baby will be brought in here and we will torture her before your eyes. MOTORCYCLE HAPPINESS ISN’T AROUND THE CORNER IT IS THE CORNER CANVAS AND POSTER. If not enough, both of you will be painfully killed, and I will be reluctant to leave your bodies and flee abroad, back to the peaceful house waiting for me. There I will have a productive and profitable career, will live to my maturity and peace in the heart of a family that I will definitely create. So you see, dear boy, I have nothing to lose. If you hand me the money, that’s fine. If not, I will shrug and go. He stopped talking, wrists gently lifted on his knees.

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Bond’s flesh cringed when the surface of the broom touched him. But hey, dear, you can only hope that I will forgive your pain and spare your life. There is no hope other than that. Absolutely not. Bond closed his eyes waiting for the pain. He knew the worst was the beginning of the torture. The pain has a parabola. The intensity is maximized, and then the nerves will become inert and the response gets worse and worse until faint and death. All he can do is pray for this extreme, pray for the spirit he will endure for so long, and then accept the long drop into the final shadow. Bond was told by colleagues who survived German and Japanese torture near the end that there was a period of warmth and depression that brought about a sexual sunset; then the pain turns into pleasure, the fear of torture turns into a kind of lustful passion. He understood that this was a test of supreme willpower to avoid revealing his intoxication. Immediately he suspected that either they would either kill the victim immediately so he would not have to do any more in vain, or leave him with enough resuscitation to return the nerve to the other side of the parabolic runway.

Then they will start working again. Bond opened his eyes. Le Chiffre just waited for that, and like a rattlesnake, the bamboo tool bounced from the floor. It swung so hard that Bond screamed, his body twitching in the chair like a puppet. Le Chiffre only stopped her hand when Bond’s convulsions appeared dull. He sat still for a while, sipping coffee and frowning slightly like the surgeon observing the electrocardiogram during a difficult operation. When Bond’s eyes wavered and opened, he spoke to him again, but now a little impatient. MOTORCYCLE HAPPINESS ISN’T AROUND THE CORNER IT IS THE CORNER CANVAS AND POSTER. We know the money somewhere in your room, he blurted out. You withdrew a check and sent 40 million francs in cash. I even know you went back to the hotel to hide it. For a moment, Bond wondered how he was so assertive. As soon as you left for the nightclub, Le Chiffre continued to say, your room has been ransacked by four of us. The Muntz and his wife must have helped, thought Bond. We found a lot in childish hiding places. The float in the toilet seat provided a little code, and we discovered a little more of your paper stuck to the back of the drawer. All the furniture was cut to pieces; clothes, curtains and bed linens were cut. Every centimeter in the room was ransacked, all furniture being displaced.

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It’s risky for you when we can’t find the check. If you can find it, you should now have a warm blanket on the bed; Maybe with that beautiful Lynd instead of this. He whipped up the broom. Through the painful red mist, Bond thought about Vesper. You can picture the girl being used by two assassins. They will exploit the girl to the fullest extent before sending it to Le Chiffre. He thought of the Corse man’s thick wet lips and the brazen brutality of the tall and skinny man. Poor girl being dragged into this. Poor little animal. Le Chiffre is talking again. Trauma was a bad thing, he said while taking a breath of medicine, but it was a simple problem for the torturer, especially when the patient smiled at the word as a man. You know, my dear Bond, for a man it is not necessary to respond to sophistication. With this simple tool, or with almost any other object, one can inflict as much pain or pain as needed for a human being.

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