Rebecca asks for water

"Water," she manages to croak, and he steps out of the door.

Rebecca slumped slightly, dropping her head and covering her face with her hair, while making sure she remained on her knees. Her cheeks smarted from the slaps administered by the commandante, though her cheeks had already been reddening from his wisecrack about the carpet matching the drapes. She'd learned men were always interested to find out, whether back at garrison in Aldershot or here in the middle of nowhere. Rebecca wondered what he would do to her blonde pussy, since she knew she was in no position to refuse him.

The commandante shouts something in Arabic, and Rebecca then hears the sound of boot heels clicking down the stone-lined hallway.