John and I took our seats on the couch. The man excused himself and disappeared for a second. When he returned, he had a tray with three large glasses of wine.

"This is for the lady," he smiled. John and he took the two remaining glasses. He set the tray aside and joined us.

I didn't understand any Spanish and couldn't tell what they were talking about. I was awfully tired. It didn't surprise me when I started to nod off after a few minutes. I thought it was from fucking all night.

It didn't make any difference how hard I tried, my eyes wouldn't focus and wouldn't stay open. I knew the men were watching me, and I felt ashamed of myself. Then they started speaking in English, and everything turned into a nightmare.

Here I was, lying on a coffee table, drugged and being brutally examined. A hand forced my mouth open. Fingers checked my teeth and pulled at my tongue. The man pinched my arm muscles and pressed my stomach. I was powerless to resist. My mind was getting foggier and foggier. My body

wouldn't obey my commands.

The men stopped their prodding. I managed to force one eye open enough to see what was going on. There was only time for a brief glimpse before they fell shut again. The men were emptying my wallet. My ID was being burned in an ashtray. I tried to speak but couldn't.

I felt my earrings, watch and necklace being torn from me. It took a little effort, but they even got the ring my grandmother had given me.

"I'm going to send her to the club first. We'll break her spirit before sending her south. If she lasts to Monday morning, there won't be any fight left in her."

I was too far gone to care. The words echoed through my mind, but I was too rummy to do any thinking. I couldn't fight it any longer. I fell into a deep sleep.