The van carrying them screeched to a halt in front of the entrance. Hell on earth awaited them beyond the razor wire and the ten-foot gate that would separate them from the world that they knew. The sentry on the other side opened the gate wide enough for the van to pass through, shutting it as soon as the vehicle drove by him. He had an evil glint in his eye as he watched them drive by. The journey from the gate to the administration building seemed to take a lifetime to complete, while Janna and David sat hopelessly inside the van. The small flap that separated the prisoners from the drivers’ compartment was opened by the lead patrolman, who glanced at Janna menacingly. There was nothing she could say or do about it for fear of retribution. The thought of being raped ran rampant through her mind as she stared at his sallow, menacing face. David, still semi-conscious after his beating, was in no position to defend her. She never felt so helpless. She couldn’t move her cuffed hands; she couldn’t speak or struggle.
