Chapter 2: The First Night

The light went out and the cell was plunged into almost complete darkness. A sliver of light slipped into the cell from the iron door. For the first time, Amy noticed that there was a small opening about eye level that could be opened and closed for the other side. The outline of the opening was delineated by a faint light on the top and sides, the bottom was completely dark. Amy surmised that it was hinged on the bottom. More light entered below the door which was about an half inch above the floor. It was brighter and allowed Amy to make out the contours of the cell once her eyes had adjusted to the dark.

She heard a rustling and a low moan form the blond’s bunk. She focussed all her attention on the sounds. At first, she was uncertain, but as the sounds continued, she became more and more convinced that the girl was playing with herself. It stirred something in Amy. Her hand slowly descended to her own pussy. She began to rub lightly. A dam broke inside her. All the tension and fear came pouring out. She dug her fingers deep into her pussy looking for that elusive g-spot. She writhed, no longer interested in not being discovered. She had to cum. Her body screamed for relief. None came. She almost shouted in frustration.

The sounds had died down from the blond’s bunk. Amy gave up trying to achieve her own satisfaction. Her nerves were on edge. She couldn’t sleep. Her thoughts turned to Margaret. Where was she? Was she in a cell like hers? Was she ok? Why did Margaret think that joining the demonstration would be fun? Why did Amy joyously join in? Fuck! Fuck! She was truly fucked. Would anyone believe her explanation? More to the point, was there anyone in this prison that could communicate with her in English?

Her demons hounded her well into the night. Exhaustion finally took its toll. Amy fell asleep to dream that hell had opened up and swallowed her.

The Second Day

A loud clang interrupted Amy’s dreams. She was disoriented, back safely in her college dorm room. The command “****” brought her back to reality. She jumped and raced to the wall where her cellmate were already on their knees, nose and breasts pressed hard against the cold concrete, hands on the top of their heads. The urine on the floor had dried overnight. She could still smell it, but was grateful that she was’t forced to kneel in it. Her bladder was killing her. She would have to pee soon.

The all clear clang was given. All three turned to the door. The three bowls containing the same gruel as yesterday were sitting on the floor. The bread looked even harder. Amy tried to drink the gruel, but her stomach just wouldn’t let her. She shoved it away. The blond grabbed her bowl and split the gruel with her third cellmate. Amy was nauseous and had to pee badly. She felt like she would throw up at any minute. She really had to pee now.

Amy knew that she would either use the corner or piss herself. The others were still eating. Not looking at her cellmates, Amy rushed to the far corner. She pulled down the jumpsuit and her panties. The piss started to flow almost before she got her panties to her ankles. It flowed and flowed. Her puddle was growing and approaching where she squatted. She began to cry as the fluid circled her feet and began to soak the lower legs of the jumpsuit. She stank. Everyone would know. She cried harder as she pulled up her panties and then the jumpsuit.

She sat back on her bunk. This time both her cellmates hugged her and whispered soothing words. Her cries turned to giant sobs. The blond began to kiss her softly on one cheek. The older woman did the same. They stroked her back and cried with here. The blond pointed to herself and said “Marja”. She pointed to the brunette and said “Odette”. Amy pointed to herself and said “Amy’. They hugged and cried together wondering when their misery would end.

About an hour later, the piss had dried on her jumpsuit. Amy was beginning to feel better. She needed a plan. She had to get word to the American Embassy that she was a captive. She was still scared, but so far nothing really bad had happened. She convinced herself that the Embassy would save her once it got word of her captivity.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the double clang on the door and the command “***“. As all three three scurried to their positions against the wall, Amy wryly thought that at least she had learned what “***” meant.

Amy heard the heavy steps of at least two men. One of the men grabbed Marja by the hair. He pulled her upright slipping a black hood over her head and shoulders. Grabbing her arms, they stripped off the jumpsuit and left it on the floor next to Marja’s bunk. Stark naked, her hands were pulled behind her back and secured by cuffs. Her legs were shackled and a chain was led from her leg irons to the cuffs behind her back. She was marched out the door without a word being said. Amy could hear the chains as Marja shuffled away down the corridor.

The all clear clang rang and Amy turned horrified. She looked to Odette for understanding, but Odette only shrugged. Fear consumed Amy. This couldn’t be happening. Not in front of her. Not anywhere in the civilized world.

Hours passed. Amy was crying again. Odette just sat staring at the wall. Neither spoke. Amy rose. She crossed the cell and sat next to Odette. She hugged Odette to her as if her life depended on it. Odette caressed Amy’s back. They sobbed quietly together.