“Ready to tell me all about Captain Roche yet?” Frost asked when he returned with several more guards.
“I don’t know anything.”
The sergeant smirked to the others. “You know what to do, boys.”
There were even dirtier smirks on the guards’ faces as they lowered their breeches. One stepped forwards, pissing all over Samia’s face. It happened so suddenly, she didn’t have time to close her eyes and it splashed all over her, trickling in her mouth and nose.
She cried as another stream hit her at the same time, then another.
They took turns, covering her face, hair and chest with their urine, her body shaking and her eyes wide with terror. She choked and sputtered, trying to breathe through the stench and the disgusting liquid. The puddle beneath her grew larger, it was up to the tops of her feet now, it soaked her ass.
Samia whimpered and tried to pull away, but she couldn't. She was trapped, helpless. It seemed to go on forever.
When they were done, Frost stepped back, grinning.
"Well, are you ready to tell me anything about Captain Roche now, Samia?"
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “No!”
Frost's smile faded, his eyes narrowing. "Then it seems we have a problem." He turned and left her there, as did the others.
Samia sobbed quietly as she lay there, feeling the hot sun and cold stone press into her skin. The smell was unbearable.
