There it is. A final moment of silence, followed by peculiar chills running down the spine and on, all the way to the thighs. I hear nothing but a clinging in my head. So annoying I want to shout just to have it gone.

I sit there still, dressed in an awful black tailcoat, given to me by the guards. I try not to look around, too stressed to actually move. I look forward, on my comrade. She looks scared for the first time in her life. Mammon, it was her nickname once. I never really knew her real name, never even thought of asking.

Mammon's eyes are wide opened, she looks straight at Belphegor and for once in his life, he doesn't smile his stupid grin that drove me mad. And again I think, I'm gonna miss it. She's behind the glass, so we couldn't hear her breathing, but her chest moves quicker and quicker with each shallow breath she takes.

Bel moves uncomfortably. He sure would want to be out of here soon. He's wearing a tailcoat just like mine, his hands tied up behind him, legs bound to the chair. The chair bound to the floor. In a moment the silence will pass away, just like this girls little heart will stop beating.

A man in black behind the glass walks slowly towards the machinery. I think I hear Bel moan something in a very shy fashion. I close my eyes and try not to think of what is coming.

Clearly this is the worst torture they could have invented for us. Watching our friend die when there's nothing we can do to help her.

She killed 15 people while we were struggling with the cops not to get us. Brave Mammon, always capable of doing the best to save our necks.

I clench my fists as I hear Bell yell out with probably one of the worst shouts I ever heard. I don't need to open my eyes to know they've just started running loads of electricity through her young body. I turn my head and face Bel, then open my eyes. He's still screaming,twisting each part of his body for as far as he can tied so still to the ground.

She passes away and I see the first tears running down his cheek. I hear him sobbing. He loved her so much I could never even imagine. He never told her. And he never will.

The door squeaks as it's opened by Clam, a broad-shouldered guard with ridiculously red hair. Next Freeman, the jail governor with a morose surname steps in with a small smile hidden in his eyes, yet leaving his expression unmoved.

Bel stops screaming. Now, he doesn't give a sound. He didn't talk much ever since we got caught.

'We are sorry for your loss' Freeman starts

We all answer with a dead silence at first. We own it to her.

'I hope we can reach an agreement now' he continues as a few more guards walk into the room. Nobody outside the walls knows about the rigorous form of keeping the prisoners here. Nobody outside knows of torture, but all it takes is just to cross the threshold of the jail to find out.

'The first question I shall ask-'

'Cut it' I reply not to let him annoy me anymore 'Don't you fucking talk about agreements now, bitch'

'I don't think I made my point clear' he says with his face still

'Why don't you just get the fuck out and let us cool down, fucker?' I hear my voice rise already and feel Levi's cold look on my shoulder. I should stop now, before they think they got control. But it's too late already. My sick attitude always gave me away.

'I don't think so' his low voice drives me mad at this very moment, but I don't get to reply, because another high voice pulls in

'You killed her' it says 'You killed her and she's dead now'

The guards reach for their guns even if it's ridiculous, because Belphegor it all tied up, so he couldn't probably make no harm. Yet they hold the guns while he speaks.

'You expect us to talk now' he continues having Freeman proud that he actually did make his point and did make Bel talk.

'We certainly do, Butcher'

Butcher was his nickname given by the police and it fit him perfectly, just like it did fit every guy who enjoyed killing as much as Belphegor did. They first found him covering himself in blood on the street murmuring in a fashion some people would call high. I would call it insane. Still, I have the sympathy to Bel, so I keep quiet as he breaths fast his eyes lost somewhere in the long fringe of his.

'I' he starts 'Will kill' he stops now and chews on his lower lip

Freeman rises his eyebrows. Clamp looks confused

'Torture' Belphegor continues with his childish voice which heard at night even had us paralyzed of fear.

'She did not deserve' he can hardly grasp on air 'this'

He growls now.

Freeman nods to the guards and three men get closer to Bel. I see how petrified they look at the so called 'Butcher'.

'Put them away. We shall talk in the evening' Freeman says with no more smile in his eyes. Clamp grabs on Levi and a short blonde cop orders us to stand up. We do so and Bel is given another shot in the legs to soften them.

We walk out with a bunch of guards leading the way back to our cells.

We just lost a comrade. I though it couldn't get worse.