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Rest in pieces

... beneath me and my limp body crashed downwards. I regained consciousness god knows how long after I was knocked out. I slowly got to my feet and looked at my surroundings. I threw up when I saw what was left if my squadron. Blood was splattered all of the walls and I'm pretty sure I saw someone's hand before I blacked out again. The next I woke was different, I was on a patch of straw with something lying beside me. I rolled over to see Joan sleeping beside me. I shook her awake. "Where the fuck are we?" Joan said groggily. "I have no fucking clue" We seemed to be in a dark room with no windows and a steel door. I got up and tried it. It was locked. I examined my injuries, some how I had escaped with a few cuts and bruises, with one long, jagged cut that looked like it needed surgery. It was the same film Joan's case. We were both wearing some sort of raggedy poncho made of rough fabric. Suddenly two bearded men burst through the door and dragged us outside. There was no point fighting as they had us in arm locks, and had guns at our temples. The next couple of days flew by in a flurry of cold ice showers, electrocutions and beatings. After a week of non stop torture the main man who had no name but who all of them called, "the cracker", sat us down and spoke in broken English. "You two could show the men round here what it's like to be hard, they wouldn't know. I am very impressed by your courage to keep your knowledge licked up despite my efforts. That is why this morning ...

... I officially gave up trying to get information out of you" Joan and I looked at each other and hid a hopefull look. "That is why this man is here" he said as he gestured towards a hooded man in the corner. "Good luck"said the Cracker as we were both dragged away. "From now on you obey me, any complaints and it will get worse, I own you and you are no one, understand" grunted the hooded man. "From now on I am master, you two are slave 1 and 2. " "Fuck you" spat Joan. With unbelievable speed he wiped out a baton and beat Joan across the head. Before I could react he had turned around and belted me aswell. I didn't feel pain but the world faded away, the lights dimmed and then I was plunged into darkness. As I came too again I heard cheering and loud laughter. I slowly sat up and looked around. I seemed to be in some kind of cage inside a cave with hundreds of people crowding round jeering at Joan and me. My clothing felt lighter, I looked down and discovered Joan and I were in some kind of lingerie, it was obvious that we weren't the first to wear it. "You can hear them" said the hooded man, "they haven't seen tits in ages, let alone have sex. You may be good at lying, but how good are you at pleasing these men so much that they don't end up beheading you on camera? The choice is yours, satisfy them or end up on a stick outside in the desert. It's up to you" he said smugly as he disappeared into the crowd. Joan and I looked at each other in horror as we came to understand the ...