"Tell me for fucks sake. You got a mouth use it."

I am sure his men stationed outside this hotel suite that I have been cooped up in for the past month can hear him.

We've been sitting on these chairs for hours, all these men's pictures scattered across the glass table.

He wants to know, he wants faces, names.

I look into his drunk face, because that is what he is, he is always drinking his fucking brandy,

"All of them, okay, thirty three men raped me, lucky ...