The man, who someone called Mahmoud, dragged me by my hair to the center of the tent so that I was positioned in front of the camera. He motioned to a tall man who was off to the side leading a brunette. The man threw the brunette to the side and walked over with ropes in his hands. He and Ayham, the bastard, tied my arms behind my back and then tied the rope to a stake in the ground.

Mahmoud grabbed at the front of my shirt and ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere. I could feel my eyes flash fire and before I could stop myself, I spit in his face. The cold calmness on his face made me think my time on earth was at an end as he choked me until I almost passed out. As I kneeled on the floor, choking and gasping, the tall man shoved two of the women at me and barked an order.

The men were scary but the women petrified me. I could sense that they would rather slit my throat than do anything else. They had sharp knives and cut at my clothing, scratching me with their broken nails and pinching me as much as possible. I was burning with embarrassment to be naked in front of all these people, but I was also determined that they were NOT gong to break me down. I stood up, and held my head high although I had tears threatening to fall. I could hear the room get quiet momentarily, then cheers erupted.

I watched in a daze as one of the women cut off a hank of my hair. Mahmoud screamed at her and she moved her attentions to the rest of me. The steel was cold against my skin and raised goosebumps in it's wake. I gritted my teeth and spread my legs as they shaved my private area.

I turned my head and saw the tall man who had help to tie me now had the brunette kneeling in front of him. I realized he was shoving his penis into her mouth! My eyes went wide and my heart started to race. Oh my god, I thought, please no, not me, don't let them do this to me. My startled eyes moved up to his face, but he had his head turned and was looking towards the camera.