I am squatting in pain. My hands are trembling, my knees dancing. The two Senoritas are mocking me.

"Don't dare to lower your hand or knee", Senorita Tralla warns me. "You will regret if you do."

"I obey, Senorita", i replay. But i don't know how long will i be able to obey. My state is unendurable.

Senorita Fusta takes something from the pocket of her shorts. She begins to work on it attentively. I know what it is. She is making a marijuana joint. When it is ready, she gives it to Senorita Tralla, who uses her lighter and starts to sniff. Then she gives it back to her companion. They sniff alternatively.

"Do you want a sniff, little whore?", Senorita Tralla asks me, blowing the familiar scent in my face.

Before my arrest i was sniffing regularly. A strong craving for the drug is awakening in me.

"Oh, i beg You, Senorita."

The matron approaches my mouth with the cigarette, then takes it away.

"On the second thought, I won't give it to you. Suffer."

And they both are laughing.

I am at the end of my strength. Suddenly my head starts to swim and i collapse. Both my hands and knees touch the floor. I drop the two batas.

"You will regret this, bitch."

Now Senorita Tralla takes something from her pocket. It is the familiar dental gag. She forces it in my mouth. Then they grab my arms and twist them painfully. I am writhing with agony and give inarticulate sounds. They twist more forcefully. The pain is maddening. And they twist more. And more.

"I warned you, bitch."

They twist more.

"Now she regrets, i think", Senorita Fusta laughs.

They twist more, laughing and mocking me. When they release me at last, half fainted with pain, they put my bata on me. It's sleeves are sewn together behind me. In the front it closes with a strong buckle. It is a straight jacket now. They cuff together my ankles, too. They were well prepared.

As i lie on the floor helpless, they trample on me. Senorita Fusta kneels on my gagged face, causing terrible pain inside my mouth.

"Good night, filthy. See you at lunch."

And they go.

I don't describe my nocturnal rest.

Senorita Rita finds me first and releases me. She caresses me tenderly and leads me to the bathroom again.

"Senor Martin will inspect you, darling."

He does. In society of Senorita Dolores and four big male guards. As i stand before them naked, i feel again that i can't hate this man. Genoveva wants me to hate him, but i can't help liking him. It is an elementary feeling.

Senor Martin isn't content with the healing of my welts. I am rather surprised, because they are hardly noticeable by now. But he makes the chief matron responsible and commands the guards to arrest her. She resists and curses in a shrieking, throaty voice.

And this moment i recognize the voice.

It is Genoveva's voice. The voice speaking to me from the ceiling. It was her scheme to manipulate me.

Possibly Senor Martin discovered this and that is why he wants Dolores tortured so much.

I have to watch her being punished. It is horrible. The strong, commanding lady stretched naked, gagged, striped cruelly with a bullwhip. I have no reason to like Senorita Dolores, but i would like to yell: "Release her! Punish me rather!" It isn't possible, i am tied up and gagged in an invisible lodge. Oh, will her torments never end?

I can't but pity the unfortunate woman. She was mean on me, no doubt, but what does it matter? She is suffering in a humiliating way, she is broken, she is in excruciating pain.

However, i don't hate Senor Martin either. He is cruel, but i feel that somehow it is in order. I feel attracted to that cruel man.

Matron Dolores passes out. She is taken away like a piece of bloody rag.