The little boys are brought from their cellar prisons to this room.

They are disrobed and gagged.

The Marshal fondles them and forces them.

Then he hacks them to pieces with a dagger, taking great pleasure in slowly dismembering them.
At other times he slashes the boy's chest and drinks the breath from the lungs; sometimes he opens the stomach also, smells it, enlarges the incision with his hands, and seats himself in it.

Then while he macerates the warm entrails in mud, he turns half around and looks over his shoulder to contemplate the supreme convulsions, the last spasms.