Go to sleep. You'll need the rest.

Mentally and physically exhausted, you collapse upon the bare mattress and pull the thin sheet over your brised body. You don’t think you’ll be able to sleep at all after the days ordeals, but exhausted body needs sleep and you quickly fall into a deep and thankfully, dreamless, sleep with the sliver of sharp, reflective glass hidden beneath the blanket near you.

BANG! The deafening sound of the hallway door being banged open. Through half-awake eyes you see the hunched figure of a skinny man with greasy hair and a scarred up face. His black tongue lolls out of his gaping mouth as his puffy eyes slide over your body. With a grin he walks over towards you, yelling “Get up you little bitch! It’s time for you to meet the Colonel, sugar tits.” he stops and cackles, as if listening to a hilarious joke inside his head and continues his verbal **** “You wont be needin' them clothes though. The Colonel will want to see that fine little pussy of yours, slut.” With this the ugly little man takes grip of your shirt with his rough hands and rips it down the back, revealing your breasts to the cold morning air. This is it. You got one chance here….