Cassie woke up, disoriented. It was dark. She was in some type of box, confined She was naked with her wrists bound. There were slits in the ends and sides of the box.
She tried to look out, but the slits were covered with some type of louver. She reached down to feel her vagina. Did they rape her?
Cassie realized that there was no semen, only her sweat.
Her head hurt. She felt a bump on the back of her head. The last thing she remembered was the soldiers surrounding her and demanding she gets down on her knees.
It dawned on her that she was in a sweatbox. A device that is used to make a prisoner sweat. They would deny water until delirium set in. interrogating the prisoners and breaking their will.
The food, if any, was stale leavened bread. You eat it out of hunger, but it is dry, causing the prisoner to have a dry mouth. Her training taught her to eat very small pieces at a time.
As the day wore on, the heat in the sweatbox got hotter. Touching the sides was very hot. The only way to lie is in a fetal position.
At some point in the latter part of the day, when the sun was setting, they ran a fire hose over the box to cool it off.
That would make the box cold, causing one to shiver all night. Between the lack of sleep and water, it took only two to three days for most people to break.
Cassie was now on her third day of being caged in the sweatbox with no water and only a piece of bread.
While the guards were passing by, she would call out and cry. For three days, her legs were cramping, from a lack of fluids.
The stench of urine and feces hung in the air. After three days of confinement in a steel cube, Cassie is sore, starved, dehydrated, and covered in her feces, sweat, and urine.
She's drifting off to sleep when she hears the latch on the cube door open. The light outside is fading but still bright in her eyes. Her captors yell at her to get out. She is too exhausted and weak to move.
They reach in to grab her and pull her out. Cassie offers no resistance. Her captors then turn on a hose, directing it at the box, flushing out the feces and piss, laughing and pointing at the mess.
Next, they direct the hose at Cassie, the icy cold water hitting her hard until they adjust the spray and douse her from head to toe to rinse her of all the feces, piss, and sweat.
When the hose was directed to her head, she opened her mouth to get some water. One of her captors saw this and kicked her in the stomach.
Cassie curled up in pain, passing out. Her captors took her to a building and hoisted her using a chain. Her captors then used smelling salts to bring her around.
She hung there, naked, except for her dog tags, wet and cold. shivering as she heard a door open and a deep voice telling the others to leave them.
Looking at Cassie, he introduced himself. "My name is Captian Jose, Monteiro Ortiz. If you cooperate with me, I can make your life easy. If you do not, I can make your life a living hell. "
No one knows where you are. It has been rumored that you avoided capture and are hiding in the jungle. While he was telling Cassie this, he was looking at her nude body, front, and back. Head to toes.
He placed his hand on her ass. Cassie flinched. He walked around to face her, placing his hand on one tit. She tried to turn away. Jose punched her in the stomach violently, causing her to vomit in a dry heave.
Grabbing her face and staring into her eyes, he said, "So you prefer it rough." I am pleased to accommodate you. I punched her in the stomach again.
"Please, no more," Cassy said.
"A very wise decision," said Jose. "Would you like to eat and have some water?"
Cassie replied, "Yes please."
Jose walked to the door, opened it, and ordered the guards to get her down, place her at the table, and bring food and water.
As Cassie drank and ate the food, Jose sat across the table staring at her. "Maybe we can become friends," he said.
Cassie knew full well what he was implying. And he said, "Fuck you, you're a fucking pig." "You're holding me as a prisoner."
Jose calmly got up, slapping her face hard enough to knock her off the chair, calling the guards and telling them to return her to the sweatbox.
The guards picked her up and dragged her outside to the sweatbox. I pushed her in and latched the door.
Cassie fell asleep, waking up hours later with painful abdominal cramps. Holding her stomach crying, she let out some gas, feeling some relief.
