I will never forget how pitiful her voice sounded. She was begging to not have to do it—a grown woman pleading for her dignity. It broke my heart and made fire fly through my soul to have to listen, unable to help her. I stared at the closed door, muffled prayers for her on my lips. As I prayed, I could hear the guards laugh, taunting her, calling her nasty as she performed the act, obeying their orders.