electric shock.
The two men escorting her thought it was enormous fun to make her walk into walls. They creased up every single time. When she tried to bring her arms up to protect herself from any more bumps she had them slapped back down.
"Do that again and you get a taste of this." There was a buzz of a tazer close by her face and her skin tingled with the closeness of the electricity.
After a few more minutes, and several more bumps and bruises, they reached their destination. Her blindfold was removed and Carla got her first look at where she had been taken.
"You've got to be kidding," she said turning to the men guarding her. Somewhere along the way the dark one had got rid of her dinner tray.
Both men gave lecherous smiles and shook their heads.
"If you don't want to do it yourself we get to stun you unconscious and do it ourselves," the dark when said with a gleam in his eye.
Carla looked back at the shower cubicle and stepped inside still fully clothed. "Fine, turn it on."
Again the guards shook their heads. "Not until you strip, or else we get to do that for you as well."
Reluctantly she turned away from them and started to remove her dirty clothes. They were still covered in dried mud and a crusted with blood, the most recent addition was provided in the form of splash back from her vomiting episode. She got down to her underwear and looked back over her shoulder at the guards. They just stood there and shook their heads in unison. Carla got the idea. Keeping her back to them she started to step out of her panties. She kept her movements as restricted as possible to avoid giving them too much of a show and used her free hand, the one she wasn't using to pull down her underwear, to provide a modicum of cover from behind. With that done she unclipped her bra one handed and tossed it away. Then she used her other arm to cover her chest.
"Get on with it then."
When the shower finally came on it was so cold that it took her breath away. Her instinct was to jump back out of the way of the spray to where the men stood watching her. But she didn't let her instincts control her. She stood her ground beneath the frigid torrent and kept her arms around her providing at least a small measure of modesty. Goose bumps rose all over her body as the icy needles continued to prick at her flesh.
Her red hair was darkened in the wetness and clung to her skull and upper body. Because of the water it was long enough to reach the tops of her breasts, but not so long to cover them. Her arm would have to remain where it was. She kept her body positioned in a way so as to prevent her guards getting a look at her from any other direction but directly behind. The shower cubicle was too narrow for them to move to the sides so that at least on e of them was guaranteed to get a look.
All the same it was an entirely unpleasant experience. She could feel th eir eyes all over her back. As much as she tried to conserve her modesty nothing could change the face that she was standing there naked and exposed and they were watching her.
The hot tears that rolled down her cheeks were in stark contrast to the ice cold rain of the shower.
Chapter Seven
In a small darkened room a single figure sat staring at banks of glowing monitors. The monitors provided the only illumination in the room and their continuously shifting images caused shadows to jump up and vanish randomly in all different directions. One monitor was five times larger than it's more numerous brethren and was located centrally on the wall of the small room.
The figure sat watching the screens from behind a small console. His right hand grasped the tracking ball on the console as he scrolled through the images until he found the one he wanted to highlight. He applied pressure to the ball and his chosen image appeared on the larger screen. The sounds of water falling filled the room in an accompaniment to the picture on the monitor. Only the enlarged image provided