to comply

Cordonez came back into the room empty handed. He was smiling at Nancy like a Cheshire cat. "Well, it seems like we found a lot of other things hidden in your luggage," he crowed. "You brought two bricks of cocaine into my country, bitch. You're going to jail and you're going to become some big, strong dyke's fluffy little piece of tail. You'll be lucky to get out of prison in ten years."

"I want to talk to the American embassy," Nancy's voice trembled.

Cordonez laughed. "This isn't America. This isn't the police department. This is customs. You don't get a free phone call, bitch! You do as I say, or you will go away. Do I make myself clear?"

"Then send me to the police department!" she demanded. "And give me back my clothes! I'll take my chances."

"Oh, no, no, no! You won't go to the police department. You'll go straight to our version of the DEA. Two kilos is a lot of dope. They'll want to interrogate you before shipping you off to rot in prison. If you're lucky, they may offer you a deal. But you'll have to tell them everything, but we both know you have nothing to tell them. We either do this my way or you get fucked another way. What's it gonna be?"

Nancy, still cowering naked in the corner, looked up at Cordonez. She knew she was defeated. It was his word against hers. She still felt dirty and ashamed as she tried to cover herself with her hands and arms. "What is it you want me to do?"

Cordonez chuckled. "Now that's more like it. Uncover yourself and get over here, on your knees. You're gonna get me nice and hard for that tight, little American pussy of yours."