Yulia was left laying impotently as Olga stripped off her latex gloves, before tossing them into an evidence bag, and taking two more gloves from the box. xxx This was a slender young woman, trim in a green uniform; with her short black hair and crisp features she would have been attractive but for the glacial coldness of her eyes and her expression. There were no windows, or door slats, a small mercy in itself, though the cameras positioned in a semi-circle around Yulia, together with the hidden lenses serving their own voyeuristic purposes, made complete mockery of any supposed privacy. Now she returned to the panel and lowered the lever again, but only a third of the way. Yulia bit her lip. “In the old days,” Ludmilla continued, “… the way to make a suspect confess without marking their body prior to a court
