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you’ll see them shudder. It took me a while before I realised what they were doing, and that they were actually having an orgasm from the pain. You’ll never get any information out of them. The only thing to do is to pack them off to Russia for a life on their backs.’
    â€˜And you think she might be one of those?’
    Petr shrugged. ‘The next few days will tell.’
4.
    When David opened the door of the interrogation cell the following morning she was already strapped upside down from the ceiling. Karl was lathering her sex with soap ready to shave away any growth.
    She was silent and incapable of movement. Her wrists were held fast by manacles in the floor and the heavy rubber hood was strapped tight about her face. No doubt the ball gag was also in position.
    â€˜Hey!’ shouted Karl at the sight of him. ‘It’s lover boy.’ He gave her breasts a hard squeeze and shouted at her: ‘Your boyfriend’s here.’
    â€˜Ignore Karl,’ shouted Petr from the other side of the room where he was sitting at a desk. ‘Coming from Siberia he knows nothing about manners. They still shit in the same room where they eat. Come over here, I’ve got something to show you.’
    David sat at the other side of the desk where Petr was reading several papers on psychiatric techniques for the interrogation of prisoners. He passed a copy to David with instructions to read a few chapters.
    â€˜How come these are in English?’ David inquired.
    â€˜Yom Kippur,’ answered Petr. ‘We were supplying the Syrians on their push to the Golan Heights. The Americans as usual were backing the Israelis and were using the British SAS to get their information. Near Quineitra we overran a group of buildings the British were using to interrogate the Syrians, and found these.’
    David began reading while Petr continued talking.
    â€˜Nothing new in them really. It’s basically sensory deprivation, although I like the use of the salt tank. Light cuffs and ankle chains, earplugs and blindfold. Then they are suspended in a tank of salt water and left floating, sometimes for days. By the end of it the prisoner doesn’t know which way is up, down or sideways. Total disorientation. They will tell you anything.’
    David looked at the suspended beauty in her heavy rubber face mask. Karl had finished shaving her and was playfully blowing on her tingling flesh.
    â€˜Why put her through all this then? Why don’t you just use the tank?’
    â€˜Because I don’t have one. If she continues to be stubborn I’ll have no choice but to use scopolamine.’
    Being a doctor David knew the dangers of the lethal truth serum. Mixed with morphine it induced a twilight sleep that some people never came out of. ‘You do know that you could end up killing her?’
    â€˜I’m sure the Moscow state brothel, or I for that matter, will have no trouble finding someone else.’ With those heartless words Petr rose and called Karl across to help him collect a tarpaulin from the store cupboard. He had decided that today was make or break day where this particular prisoner was concerned. The tarpaulin sheet would be hosed down until it was saturated with water before being wrapped tightly around her. Then it would be allowed to dry naturally, which meant it would shrink tighter and tighter until she would feel her bones must crack. If the routine wasn’t well supervised it could cause serious injury, or even death.
    The two Russians disappeared into the cupboard, and David folded the notes into his pocket to read later. While the men were busy David’s attention turned to the beautiful prisoner. His penis stirred warmly as he remembered her expert attentions of the previous night, but Petr disturbed him by calling for help to move some equipment. Suddenly, before David could rise, a blinding flash and a huge roar burst from the cupboard. David was blown off his