After a vicious coup, a military regime had taken over the country. It was headed by a ruthless man known in public as Generalisimo. The press and anyone who spoke against the regime was repressed.
In such a situation, Professor Laura Castellanos, a 45-year-old social activist and renowned figure among the country's intellectual, used her position to expose the regime. She spoke her mind in a speech at her university. Her fiery speech has highly inciting and inspired the students. She encouraged people to oppose the dictatorship, and a demonstration was held at the end of her speech.
That night, when she went home, soldiers were waiting at her door. They arrested her, while she protested, and never stopped protesting at the illegal arrest on her way to prison. Her spirit was high, and she was determined to stand against anything the military regime could throw at her.
At the prison, they took her to a small room, where she waited for interrogation. A soldier offered her a glass of water. His behavior seemed out of place, but Laura didn't think much about it, and since she was thirsty, drank it. The water had a strange taste, barely recognizable. She remembered hearing rumors about political prisoners being drugged in prisons, but she immediately pushed those thoughts away. They were probably stories, or maybe even spread by the regime itself to scare the opposition - she thought to herself.
After a long wait, they finally took her to a room where a young strong man awaited her. "Professor Laura Castellanos, I'd say it's a real pleasure to finally meet you," the young man sneered. Laura had a plan to stare at whoever tried to intimidate her with a steely gaze, to let them know she is strong and can't be broken. But for some reason she didn't feel like doing it. The best she could do was faking a frown.
The interrogation room was relatively big, but almost empty. There was a single chair and a small table on one side, and a water faucet, some pieces of hose, and what looked like a plastic tub on the other side.
"Put all your belongings on the table." The man ordered.
Laura complied without thinking, placing her purse on the table. The young interrogator, tall and muscular, watched her, his smug expression hinting at a perverse satisfaction in her compliance. He sat on the chair, his eyes scanning Laura with a disrespectful leer.
"That includes your clothes too!" He shouted.
Laura got scarred. She had planned to resist and protest any mistreatment, and was shy about her body. She wished some anger would rise within her, that her pride and strong personality would stop her from compliance. But there was no such thing. All she felt was fear.
"What do you mean?" She asked out of desperation, her voice wavering, hoping to hear something different from him this time.
"Are you stupid?" The man shouted, "Strip!"
Laura tried to keep her wits and avoid submission, but all she could say with trembling voice was, "I'm a university professor, not a common criminal."
"Oh! You think you are special! So high class! You are here exactly because you don't know your place. We'll fix that tonight. Now, do what I say, or else!"
The interrogator's voice echoed in the room, his words cutting through Laura, like a knife through butter. The interrogation hadn't begun yet, but she already felt broken. She couldn't understand where her bravery and resolve had gone off to.
She slowly began to undo the buttons of her blouse, one by one, her hands trembling with fear and shame. As she took off her blouse, the man's leer grew more pronounced. She could feel his hunger for power, his desire to break her spirit, and tried to not give him the pleasure. She stood in her bra, and looked him straight in the eye. "Is this what you want?" She yelled, trying to sound brave and angry.
"No." The man answered smiling, as if he had read the trick in her mind, "I want you to strip fully naked. Loose what you have left."
Laura felt helpless. Before coming to prison, she couldn't see herself so desperate and submissive in her worst nightmares, as if her resolve and will to resist was stolen. And now, the interrogator wasn't buying her act, so she saw no other way but to submit.
She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away from her breasts. The guard's gaze remained fix on her, as she slid her skirt down over her hips and stepped out of it, leaving her in nothing but her panties.
"What are you waiting for? Loose it." the interrogator said with a cruel smirk.
With trembling hands, Laura slid her panties down, revealing her entire naked body. His eyes searched her body, as she tried to cover herself with hands. Laura was fat, her breasts were big, and she had a thick hairy bush between her legs.
The interrogator's stood up and looked at her like a predator for a few seconds, and then ordered, "On the chair!"
Laura obeyed without thinking, feeling ashamed and praying for some mercy.
The guard took a tube of shaving cream, and poured it on Laura's head. Then he took a razor and stared shaving her hair off.
The cold, sticky cream coated Laura's scalp, she sat with tears in her eyes, watching her shaved hair falling to the ground. Each swipe of the blade felt like an attempt to strip away her dignity. Clumps of her dark hair fell to the floor, leaving bare skin in their wake.
As the man finished shaving her head hair, he moved to her eyebrows. She felt a part of her identity being peeled away, but couldn't bring herself to protest.
After finishing with her head, the man moved in front of Laura. Pointing at the thick bush between her legs, he said, "You call yourself a professor? You look like a savage woman from a jungle to me! Civilized people shave their public hair you idiot!"
Switching the used blade for a new one, he ordered, "Spread your legs!"
She did as she was told like her body was set to follow orders. She watched in horror as the interrogator lathered the shaving cream over her pubic area, the foam clinging to her curls and making her skin feel sticky.
He started shaving her, his hand moving in swift strokes. The feeling of the razor gliding over her skin was unbearable. Laura clenched her teeth as her tears started to follow. With every stroke, she felt the sting of the blade on her sensitive skin, and couldn't help the soft whimpers that escaped her mouth.
When the guard was finally done, he stepped back to admire his handiwork with a sadistic smile.
"Get up and raise your arms!" He ordered.
Laura complied, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before. The man started shaving her hairy armpits. Laura was a busy woman, hardly finding enough time to attend her body. But that didn't matter as long as her body was covered under classy clothes. In this situation however, she was laid bare before a man who was using her own body to humiliate her.
As he finished, he ordered, "Now, bend over, and open your butt cheeks."
