The room was very quiet. It had been constructed to be soundproof: not to keep sounds out, but to keep the sound of screaming subjects undergoing interrogation in. Facing the hard wooden chair on which she sat was a raised platform about eight foot square. Poles at the four corners supported large floodlights focused on the platform. Between the poles, four more lights were mounted on the edges of the platform. Elizabeth wondered, "Is it some sort of stage ? If so, why here ? " The wall behind the stage was mirrored. One way mirrors.

Elizabeth recalled the strip search and shivvered. Undressing; taking off her clothes; had been the worst part. There were two women and she had never undressed as another woman watched. "Do I have to take it off ? " she had asked as she stood in her bra and panties. "EVERYTHING !" one of thematrons ordered. She undid the clasp behind her back and slipped off her brassiere. She tried to cover her bare breasts with her hands only to be shouted at, "HANDS TO YOUR SIDES GIRL !"

For several minutes she stood, her hands at her sides, as the two women stared at her breasts and commented between themselves. Elizabeth's fair skin flushed from her humiliation. Her breasts were now pink and her nipples tingled and involuntarily hardened. She became conscious of a tingling between her legs. She wanted to turn away, protest: anything just to regain some control by doing something. But, Elizabeth was afraid.

She had broken into tears as she pushed her panties off her hips to stand naked except for her white socks and sneakers.

It had been even more degrading to have the women run their hands over her body. Worst was between her legs and her breasts, but they had not searched her internally. They laughed when the matron feeling her labia found them moist. She burned with shame, but was relieved that she had not had them put their fingers inside her. It was apparently over when they led her out of the room, down the corridor and a flight of stairs to a lower level.

They brought her in this room. "Sit down." She sat and they pulled her arms behind the chair and handcuffed her wrists so she could not get up off the chair. "WAIT !" was all they said before they left her alone. Yes, wait, there was nothing else she could do.

It seemed hours that Elizabeth waited. At first she strained to look around the strange room. The she just sat and rationalized that she had done nothing wrong: they would ask questions then release her. But then she remembered stories of women who disappeared. There were rumors of torture. And she sat helplees and naked. Why had they taken her clothes. The longer she sat, the more she became conscious of her nakedness and by the time the door opened, she was on the verge of panic.

It was a man who entered. Elizabeth strained to free her hands to cover herself. No not one man; two; no four men entered the soundproof room and slammed the door behind themselves.

Elizabeth cringed on the chair. Helpless. TERRIFIED AS FOUR STRANGE MAN STARED DOWN AT HER NAKED BODY.