You don't know

You see the car pull up closer to the group of people and the car lights show they are in uniform. But they are not americans. The uniforms are russian.

The car stops and a man in uniform opens the door and pratically pulls you out of the car. Your blanket falls away and you are left naked. You are gripped by two men with strong hands on each of your upper arms and **** to walk past many men and women soldiers. You stuggle to get away but it's useless.

"I was out! I was out! This is wrong. What do you people want?"

No one bothers to answer you. You see the female in uniform that has beaten you each day and she has a harsh serious face made worse in the car headlights.

They drag you down a winding stone staircase until you reach the same room you were in. You see the shackles hanging empty and your blood stains on the floor. You struggle but the strong men put you back in place with your wrists shackled to the chains hanging from the ceiling.

You scream, "I was out!" Then you start to whimper to yourself. Footsteps approach and you look up to see the female in uniform. She stands before you and slaps yout face hard.

"You're wasting our time. Talk or we'll have to get serious with you. "