When two of their guards entered the dusky room ten minutes later Beatrice got her plate of stale trash food replaced with some apples, a glass of milk and some fried fish and potatoes. Amazingly, Dawn, too, was served. "Don't try any tricks with the fruit, or your friend gets a finger up her cunt" the man added, nodding at Minerva with a twisted grin. She was a reminder, if they needed one, of what could happen to them, but Dawn overcame her tension, and looked at the guard with some dignity:
-Anything else, slut? he said.
-Please, just take off her gag and get her face washed. She's no animal, she's a woman like me.
-She's forgotten what she was supposed to do in life with her womanhood, and you're lucky you're not like her yet. She's just paying the price. If you ask me one more thing like that you'll be hung upside down and forced to suck my cock.
-Mmmgh, Minerva groaned and looked at them: she could see that Dawn was daring her luck, and grunted hard at her friend. The soldier had sounded very junior-recruit like, but she didn't want Dawn to suffer.

Howard knew he would be moving on with the interrogations within hours, and for the moment he didn't know what to make of Hannah's quiet defiance. Since the whole camp was surrunded by 16 ft walls and postern towers with submachine gun armed men, there was no risk the two women would get anywhere: he told two of his soldiers to keep an eye on them and to halt them at once if either tried to set the other free from her bonds, both women having their wrists bound at the back and Hannah's arms secured with the tight, unyielding climbing rope running in double coils and tied off hard behind her shoulder blades.
"If the black one bites at that rope and tries to even loosen the hold on her buddy's arms, she's yours and you can take her for a while" he said. "But just keep them within sight now, so they know they're being watched".
The men saluted and kept a look on the two ladies.