NIGELLA – 'ARRIVAL ROOM' WITH HER FAMILY, BEING TORTURED BY JOSE MARTINEZ<br/><br/>A man came to stand in front of me. I tried to focus on his face but had difficulty. I was exhausted and thirsty and ached everywhere.<br/><br/><strong>"Water…"</strong>I asked. A voice cut in.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Failure to obey my commands, no matter the reason, will result in punishment. It is in your best interest to never forget that."</em></strong><br/><br/><strong>"What?"</strong>I asked, only half understanding the voice. There was a face with the voice, a man, Hispanic-looking, like one of those evil Colombians.<br/><br/>Suddenly there was the most intense pain I have ever experienced. It seemed to start between my legs at my crotch but then shot out to all extremities of my body, to my very toes and fingertips. My body jerked and went rigid – I felt my huge breasts bounce – and my head snapped back. My muscles all seemed to cramp intensely at the same time like they'd been suddenly turned to glass and I felt my bladder give way and a stream of urine squirt from between my legs. For an instant I could make no sound, the very air was locked in my lungs and then as the terrible pain passed I cried out, a loud wail of agony.<br/><br/><strong>"AAAAAAUUUUNGGHNNNN!"</strong>I flopped forwards, hanging from my wrists and panting for air, my throat still thick and dry and uncomfortable but now so much adrenaline was pumping around my body that I was instantly wide awake.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah, God, please…I… AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUHHHHHN!"</strong>I screamed even louder the second time, my body and senses being fully awake. A lance of the most awful pain I could imagine, like white hot fire, struck my breast and again my whole body danced and bounced like a puppet's, my muscles again going rigid and only the fact I was strung up by my wrists kept me from flopping to the floor. After a few seconds my senses and muscle control returned and I found myself hanging by my wrists, my legs weak and wobbly, my head hanging down and a long string of drool hanging from my lips.<br/><br/>I couldn't imagine a worse pain, unless perhaps it was being burned to death and my body was suddenly bathed anew in fresh sweat. Around me other naked bound people came into view again and I realised my whole family was still here, watching this.<br/><br/>There was movement again and I cringed back only for a sharp but less agonizing pain to fill my left breast. I cried out still, it was still very painful and I cried out and struggled with each subsequent blow. Someone was beating me on my breasts. I tried to get away, to shift, to move and I stood up and pulled at my bonds but could get nowhere. The blows hurt and I began to say things, to beg to ask it to stop. More blows fell on my stomach, my thighs. I sensed that Colombian was moving behind me, hitting me with a stick. My body jerked in agony at each blow and I was ashamed to make such pitiful sounds in front of my whole family and to have my bare body exposed to them all, my big breasts bounced about each time I was hit. For some insane reason the fact my woman's body had grown plumper and heavier in the last few years was suddenly, at a crazy time like this, shameful for me.<br/><br/>The voice was speaking again.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Now, you will learn to focus on what you are commanded to do!"</em></strong><br/><br/><strong>"Ahn! Ah! Ay! Oh please! Stop! You're hurting – ah –me! Oh!"</strong><br/><br/>Blows fell on my legs, behind and back and then with a lash of really severe pain I felt one hit me right on my sex. My head snapped back again and a yelp of agony was torn from my lips.<br/><br/><strong>"AAAHN!"</strong><br/><br/>The final blows to my stomach left me sagging again in my bonds, panting and trying to deal with a sea of pain that seemed to seep into every muscle from where I'd been hit, a hot-warm filling sensation that burned to my core and left the areas of skin that had been struck quite alone. It was a very strange sensation.<br/><br/>In a daze my hair was grabbed and my head pulled around to one side. A face swam into close view. I focused on it. The face spoke again, its voice was very calm and cold. A shiver of fear ran through me.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Are you prepared to obey you worthless cunt? Or do you need another lesson?"</em></strong><br/><br/>I coughed and grimaced at the pain in my scalp from his dragging hand.<br/><br/><strong>"You're sick,"</strong>I spat at him,<strong>"You need help. You're insane. You can't abduct a whole American family! When the police find out… things will happen. They'll follow your trail. The government… Special forces… They'll find us and you and then God help you, you sicko!"</strong>