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Once the four aggressive prisoners were properly subdued with well-placed baton strikes, the guards slipped the collar of a handling pole around each one's neck. Pulling them to their feet, the naked, still-dripping women were led out of the shower area.
"I -- I didn't do anything wrong!" Irina pleaded nervously. "I was minding my own business when I was attacked. I had to defend myself!"
"Quiet, whore," snarled the guard who wielded the handling pole secured around Irina's neck. He abruptly shoved the pole forward and down, causing Irina to fall and scrape her bare knees on the concrete floor. Before she could clamber back to her feet, he yanked the pole upwards, lifting her back up by her neck. After letting out a couple of gagging noises, she was silent for the rest of the march through the labyrinthine corridors.
At long last, the four women and their handlers reached a solid iron door at the bottom of a narrow staircase. One of the guards opened the door, revealing a dusty room. Paint was peeling from the stone walls. In a corner was a long coil of rope.
The only real distinguishing feature of the room was a noose suspended from an eye hook bolted into the ceiling, beneath which was a wooden stool.
"Bind them," said the guard who appeared to be in charge. A fifth guard retrieved the rope from the corner of the room. Cutting it into eight lengths with the knife at his belt, he deftly tied the wrists of the four women behind their backs.
He got down on his knees to tie their ankles together. Irina, Natalia, and Maria complied without incident. When the guard approached Karina, she delivered a well-timed kick to his jaw.
As he went reeling, the guard holding Karina's handling pole slammed her forwards into the wall. With a sickening crunch, she met the wall nose-first and blood immediately started gushing down her face. With her hands bound, all she could do was wildly kick backwards, but from her awkward position she connected with air every time. A few more slams into the wall finally made her stop, and she too was subdued.
"You say you were defending yourself from the others?" the lead guard asked Irina. She nodded silently.
"Put her on the stool."
Irina screamed hopeless pleas as the guard wielding her handling pole maneuvered her towards the stool that was placed below the noose. Once she was in place, he unfastened the pole from around her neck. She sobbed loudly as the guard lifted her up onto the stool and fitted the noose around her neck.
Standing in front of her, the guard placed a hand on her inner thigh and squeezed softly.
"You may not be the prettiest of this bunch, but I hear you moaned like a whore when you were given over to those male prisoners," he whispered to her. "Wish I could have gotten in on some of that action."
The humiliation, the reminder of the gang rape, her apparent impending demise -- it was too much for Irina to bear. She let out an anguished scream.
"Please don't do this," she begged. "I didn't do anything, I was defending myself, I..." her voice was cut off as the guard kicked the stool out from underneath her. There was little enough slack on the noose that she fell by only an inch or so. Her eyes bulged and her bound body contorted wildly as she gagged for air.
"Since you all couldn't get along, we've decided to put together a little teambuilding exercise," the head guard announced. "Your fates are all tied to hers. If you let her die, you all die."
With that, the guards released the handling poles from the other three women, collected the stool, shut off the lights, and filed out of the room before slamming the door shut.
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