I see again the look of uncomprehending panic in her eyes as the man raises the gun and the sticky, warm bit of flesh and bone explode from her shoulders as the bullet tears into her head. “I see her often in my dreams – my nightmares. “Then I saw the little red lights on the cameras and heard the soft grinding of the tapes and I realised her killing was being filmed. I wanted to scream but although my mouth opened my throat was constricted with terror. “And then, just as the noise registered in my ears, she dropped to the floor beside my feet.