I look at my young friend, she's scared & shaking, her tits moving as she hangs next to me. My arms & shoulders hurt like hell, I'm 53 so feel it. God I wish I had a cigarette! It's her fault we got caught, she had to light a cigarette & the flame gave us away. We got off the emergency signal that we were caught before we were taken so the HQ knows & has likely written us off. Befoe we left, when we volunteered for this, we were told that if taken, we needed to understand that we'd be tortured for info & likely die if we didn't talk. But we swore to not talk as long as we could to give the others in the grp time to escape. We were to buy time with our bodies & suffering & sacrifice oursleves for the others. I've never broken my oath so am in trouble when they start to work on me. I was stripped & handled again & again by the captors with no regard to my maturity or dignity as a woman. I'm sure I'll be fucked over &over in this mess & worse. But i've got to be strong. Such vile comments by them about my saggy tits & thick red pubic hair, mother fuckers have no respect for a woman.
Oh shit, he's asking her for her name & she looks at me for support. I speak up, her name is Julia Roberts & I'm Susan Hayward. iwant to see the US Consulate at once! Oh, I haven't had a cigarette since we were taken, will you give me one & her too so we can calm our nerves? God I'm thirsty too!