Case Closed

All that Justine Mulligan could hear was the thumping of her forehead, the racing vibrations her heart gave, and the sobs that left her lips. The girl's body was tied down to the long metal table. Her eyes overlooked the dark room that was lit by green light bulbs, which only added to the horror she was feeling and experiencing.

As she looked around the room, the lights turned on, nearly burning her retinas. She sobbed and screamed as she saw multiple spouts above her body: One above her legs, her waist, and her head facing down at her face. Her eyes then drifted to her body and saw that her clothes were ripped, practically nothing was left. Her sports bra peeked through, and, therefore, was her only form of coverage.

She needed to get out of the bindings, but unfortunately there was no way that was happening. She wasn't leaving this hell alive.

The spouts started at once and her eyes widened and burnt as she felt the scalding water pour on her face. Waterboarding, choking.

Her skin started to turn pink upon the contact of the water. Her stomach swirled anxiously. Her throat burned as she screamed. The water poured down in a rush. Steam puffed into the air and created remnants on her now red skin.

"What the fuck did I do to deserve this?" She sobbed as the spouts suddenly stopped pouring. She looked up in confusion. "Get me the fuck out of here!"

She let out more rough hoarse screams before the spouts started again. Her skin had now started to burn and blister. Her eyes were extremely bloodshot, irritated and full of water. Everytime she tried to breathe or speak, her lungs, nose and throat would fill to the brim with the scalding water. It felt like her body was going to melt if one more drop of water was released.

Little did she know, the water's temperature was increasing drastically. Her skin started to peel off her bones. She repressed the urge to gag as it fell onto the table beside her face.

She let out weakened screams and cries until she couldn't speak anymore. She attempted to wriggle my burnt and irritated hands out of the iron cuffs, but it was no use. She was stuck. Really stuck.

As the water came pouring down, my skin was steaming and all that remained there was my burnt fleshless arms. All she could see was swelling and felt red patches along my face, neck, throat, stomach, waist and legs. She smelt cooking flesh, her cooking flesh.

"I...I can't." Her throat felt like it was melted. Barely any words could come out. Her body started to give up, her flesh dropped onto the table. "I...I don't w-want...to die."

The water pressure increased waterboarding her further. She let out muffled chokes before her body went limp. She saw the cliched white light everyone would tell me about, the light of Death.

"Give up. Give up. Come with me, I've been waiting for you Justine."

Upon an hour of the young woman's death, the room was surrounded by police and detectives. Her body, what was left of it, shone under the lights of the investigators' cameras and the green light bulbs.

"Holy shit." One of the male detectives, John Smith, approached the table which started to slightly rust. "This is a brutal one."

"Agreed." Another male detective, Syd, who held a camera in his smooth hands approached the table and took a picture. "But it should be easy to determine the cause of death."

"Burning? Waterboarding?"

"I believe she died due to waterboarding." Syd took notes in his notepad, which was clipped to his belt.

"How do you know it's a woman?" John asked as he examined the remains of Justine's burnt face.

"I managed to get a DNA sample from inside her mouth, used her dental records and her teeth confirmed it was her."