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Köhner left them and walked to the end of the room towards the table. He picked up something and as he returned, Steadman was puzzled at the object's familiar appearance. 'A simple hairdryer, Steadman. It doesn't take sophisticated instruments to hurt someone - anything handy will do. This is one of my specialities, actually.' He plugged it into a socket by the door, unwinding the long lead as he rose. Köhner flicked the switch with a thumb and the machine whirred into life. He switched it off again, satisfied, and took up a position behind Hannah.
* * He grabbed her under the chin and held her head against his body in a vice-like grip. 'The ears, first, I think. It'll do terrible damage to her eardrums. Bad enough when it's cold air, but when it really warms up...'
... He tested the heat by blowing air against his own cheek. 'Ah, yes. Nicely warming up. It's one of the more powerful variety, of course - the type used by hairdressers - so it gets a little hotter than usual. Although that isn't really necessary. An ordinary hairdryer is just as good - it takes a little longer, that's all. Let me see, the breasts after the ears. No, perhaps not. I think she'll be too far gone by that time to feel anything there. Maybe the eyes. Yes, the eyes will be good, even with the lids closed.'
* * 'Köhner!'
'And finally, the vagina. That will kill her, of course, Steadman.' The whining machine was pushed against Hannah's ear and she tried to struggle away from it. She screamed as the hotair blasted its way down her ear canal and reached the eardrum.
James Herbert is one sick bastard. How could someone could come up with that, even for fiction, is beyond me -.- *shudders*