At some point, the guard stopped coming inside because I was screaming so loudly. Even the other men that they were holding here were complaining that I was being loud. I could hear them running their mouths. But they weren't the ones that was being tortured, I was.
And at times, it would feel like someone had my d**k and balls in a vice grip squeesing the hell out of them. And at other times, it felt like someone was ramming something up my ass. I also felt like someone was taking a baseball bat and other items to me. But I was the only one in the room. I was sure, though, that if I were to look in a mirror, I'd be covered in bruises.
Finally, after what felt like years, I heard talking and then chanting. And then I felt the girl latch onto me and not want to let go. When I looked up,
