They take your clothes off. You stand there naked, cold and embarrassed. 

The torturer pokes and searches all the crevices of your body.

The magistrate asks him, "Does the accused have any special charms?" The torturer shakes his head no.
They shave all of your hair off, even from the shameful parts of your body.

They put a rough woven shift on you.

They bind your hands.


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