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from a room not too far from mine, judging by the decibel, were the wails of a man obviously undergoing extreme amounts of torture.
    Where the fuck am I now?
    The pungent aroma of urine and blood wafted through my cell and straight into my nose. I was unable to clearly discern where it was coming from.
    I looked down to inspect my body, and as I tried to feel for any wounds, my action was hindered by the steel metal chains that restrained my wrists to the concrete wall. Shifting my gaze above my head, I saw that the chains had been screwed in via a metal plate and two one inch thick screws per chain. I strained my muscles as I tried to wrench the chains from the wall, but to no avail. All I managed to do was damage the skin around my already sore wrists.
    As I assessed my body for the damage the fall might have caused, I noticed that my socks and boots were missing, along with my belt, BDU shirt, and dog tags. Basically, I was stripped of anything identifiable, and anything that could assist me in an escape. The only property my captors had left me with were my military issued olive green undershirt and my BDU camouflage pants.
    I surveyed the room for any other occupants, or any possible routes of escape. It was, at best guess, a five foot by seven foot cell. Cold and stark, it had one dirty white bucket taking up residence in the corner, and one light bulb that hung precariously from the ceiling by a piece of wire. Again, I tried to tug at the chains, hoping to feel them budge even a millimeter, but they remained firm. I exhaled and closed my eyes. My head was still a little foggy.
    Why the fuck didn’t I listen to myself? I knew I should have had those fuckin’ papers signed, maybe the commander would be alive, and I certainly would be sittin’ on the fuckin’ beach right about now, and not in this muthafuckin’ shithole.
    My thoughts drifted off to my team, wondering if any of them had made it, and if they had, were they being tortured as well? I hung my head between my shoulders in despair at the thought of my brothers being beaten only a few feet away from me, and I was unable to do anything but take up real estate in this God forsaken cell.
    Then the image of the commander lying on the floor flashed before my eyes. His eyes open, staring directly at me. The sense of loss I felt at that moment superseded any pain my body was experiencing. My only comfort was in knowing that he was finally at peace, and with his wife. I could still hear his voice calling her his sweet darlin’ whenever they chatted over the phone.
    My ears perked up, when for the very first time, but certainly not the last, I heard the footsteps and the jangling of the keys. As they neared, the adrenaline already coursing through my veins began to pump even faster. The looming danger lurking right around the corner released the caged animal within as I struggled against the chains. The door flung open, revealing a tall, lanky black man with crooked, bright yellow teeth and large, sunken eyes. He was dressed in a pair of faded black jeans and my almost brand new military boots.
    “Good morning, Lieutenant Elijah Black. I’m Amadi, Mr. Cheng’s second in command,” he said around the lit cigar hanging from his mouth.
    I stayed silent but my glare could have launched a thousand daggers aimed straight at his heart.
    Amadi laughed. “You all start out the same way, don’t you? It’s that good American training. But you all also end the same way,” he said as he inhaled the cigar, holding in the smoke, then pulling it out of his mouth to look at the tip.
    He blew the plume of smoke toward the ceiling, rolling the cigar in between his index finger and thumb, and then inhaled another large puff. The tension in the room was thick. I didn’t know what to expect from Amadi, only that it would probably be painful and agonizing. Amadi lunged at me, stopping only inches from my face, and forcefully blew a stream of smoke into my nostrils, making me cough