Something's wrong. I'm naked, tied hands and feet in a car. Why do they keep me tied like a prisoner when they will set me free? They arrived in my cell after an eternity. I had finally fallen asleep when I was brutally lifted up. Totally confused I tried to ask what happened, but there was no sound left in my body. I had been blindfolded again, so all I could do was listen. "Finally she's ours", they said. Why do they say that when letting me go. Suddenly a rope is put around my neck and I'm lifted up to my knees. Total panic hits me. Suddenly my sound is back. "PLEASE DON'T. DONT HANG ME ANY MORE!! PLEASE, I'VE...". The rope is thigthened real hard blocking all sound from me. "Shut up bitch", a voice says into my ears, "We're the Chech Out Commando. You're leaving now, but if you gonna make a lot of bullshit and noise, we will jus bring you back to the interrogaters. Do you want that? Now they have nothing more to get from you, so this time they will just have fun, competing with each other who can invent the most imaginative method of torture interrogation until you completely loose your mind and is reduced to nothing but a blabbering idiot. Last time someone went back they kept them forå three days. Want that?". I try to be as still and calm as possible shaking with fear and ro fight the panic. Just the very idea of being returned to torture scares me so much I want to puke. "Good girl", the voice says. "Now let's go. By the way, there's something you would like to see as we leave". That remove the blindfold. I am struck by surprise to see that all the officers I the room are girls. Army girls. They smile at me and each other but they have some secrecy in their smile that's makes me very uneasy. They untie my feet and shackles them instead making it possible for me to take small steps. *Now you walk", the officer says. She seems to be the one in command. I try to take a few steps, but my feet won't carry me. I fall and hit the floor hard unable to use my tied hands to prevent the fall. She grabs the rope around my neck. Pulls it and all memories of the torture hits me with cold sweat. " She says with a calm voice: "Now you walk. If your stupid legs can't carry you we drag you by the neck through the whole facility". I get back up, shaking, head spin from dizziness and sickness, but I stand. I walk.

As we walk down the hallway I look as carefully as I can around me. Tiny cells with girls everywhere. Tied up and crying. Suddenly we stop. "Say hello to your friends", the officer says while grinning. Then I see them. Linda and Kirsten lying in neighbouring cells, tied and naked. Gagged. Fear in their eyes. Crying. As they see me I feel sick to my stomach. The blame. The blame in their eyes combined with the fear of what will happen now. They know! Oh my god! I gave them their names, and they know I did. Oh dear god. I'm so sorry. I....  Suddenly I am dragged further down the hall. I hear the officers voice talking to Linda and Kirsten: "She's finished. Now it's your turn. Don't worry. They will come and get you soon. Maybe they will interrogate you together. That is so much fun. One sits blindhooded while the other one being tortured. Apparently it's even worse to sit and listen to the other one being tortured than going through the torture. Then they switch. And switch, and so on..... but hey! Cheer up! The one tied to the chair can sometimes enjoy some really hot sexual treatment. Well, we may enjoy more than you, but hey that's so cool. Hopefully we'll be back and can watch" I hear Linda and Kirsten crying with fear through their gags. I'm so sorry. Please don't let them go through the same hell and pain as I did. But I know they will.....maybe even worse......

We stop outside another door. I hear some terrible sounds inside from a gagged girl screaming and girls laughing. They open the door. Please God have mercy. It's Maria. Oh, dear god. Please no. I have told them everything. Please forgive me. She's hanging the same way I did, but she also has wires to her nipples and pussy, and I small electric buzzes every now and then. She hangs with her knees above the ground, every buzz sending shocks into her body.  All the officers inside are girls. Was it girls that tortured me? An officer inside the room sees me and smiles. "Hey Utu, long time no see". Oh my god. That's the voice from the torture! "So nice of you to give us Maria. She knows everything. As you can see she's enjoying her time here with us just like you". She removes Marias blindfold. She looks horrible. Blood bursting eyes. Fear beyond imagination. Then she sees me. The hit of pain in my stomach is unbearable as I watch her anger towards me. I feel her words. 'Fuckin' bitch! You told them. You betrayed us. You did this to me. Fuck you!. "Take it easy Maria! We have so much prepared for you and we hot all day, maybe even days. And things are going to escalate. We are so lucky to go to phase three with such a hot girl". Maria stares with fear and despair on her torturer. All anger has left her eye. Only fear and pain, and that look I know. 'Please, let me talk, I will tell you, just let me talk....". The officer blindfolds Maria again and looks at me smiling: "See, Maria here is one tough bitch. We just went straight to phase two. Remember the torture hanging I told you about? She's going straight to that. She hasn't got a ball in her mouth. We put a 12 inch dildo down her throat. She managed to keep it down on the twelfth try without puking. Then she'll get phase three after a the questions she's not allowed to answer. Now, now Maria. Stop shaking so bad. We have all day and its way too early to break...". I see Maria is hoisted back up while gurgling and trying to scream. The door is closed and we walk further down to the end of the hall. I hear the terrible sounds from there, and now it's even worse knowing that it's Maria going through the torture. I feel sick. My god. I told them everything. I totally broke.....I hear the other officers talk and they are excited. "Wow, straight to phase two! That means there will be at least a phase three. Better make sure we're back by then. I love fucking the girls in phase three. Remember that last girl? She went to phase four. Oh god. Hope this one does to". 

We leave the facility and into a car waiting outside. Then we drive. A tiny beam of light and hope strikes me. They haven't got Una! Oh please let me get back home. I'll tell her to run away and leave the country as fast and as far away as possible. Maria is going to break. She will tell them about Una. The insider. The girl working in the state department that gives us the little amount of information we got. My god. If they catch an inside agent, they'll probably start at phase three or something! Please. Let me get home. Get some clothes so that I can warn her....

But, something is not right.....we were driving towards the town. Now the car takes a U-turn and drives back. Did we forget something? Oh, dear! Are they taking me back? Is this some kind of a sick game? Please! Ple....They drive past the entrance. Thank god. Don't put me back in there. We drive around the facility to the other side. The car stops and I'm suddenly dragged violently out of the car and we walks past the corner. Shock hits me cold as we round the corner. Ten wooden gallows. Six naked girls hanging from the first six ones. Four empty gallows next. My god. Truth hits me like a fist in the belly. They're not going to set me free. They're going to hang me....The officer looks at me at says in a soft voice: "C'mon! Did you really think we were going to set you free? Allow you to run around to your friends and tell them everything and warn those we haven't got yet? Has anyone arrested by us ever returned back home? Stupid bitch. But I must say, almost everyone grabs that stupid dream of freedom and holds to it like a ligth in the dark. And I know what you think: Why didn't they just shoot me in the head right after the torture? Because that's no fun of course. This however is fun"

I look and shiver as we walk past the girls hanging. Must be around eighteen years old. I recognize some of them as students at the high school. "We strung up some protesters early this morning" one of the other officers say cheerfully. "Got them in line, hanged them one by one. Nothing in this entire world is hotter than hanging eighteen to twenty years old girls one by one as the others stand and watch in fear as their friends slowly strangles in the rope. Took several hours. Funny thing is that they just stand there. Holding each other, if they haven't been tied up yet, comforting each other and try not to cry. May tell you about it while preparing you. Then we heard that you were ready. This day is like chrisrmas. Well, here we are......."

(May be continued......)