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We watched day after day, the recording becoming rather redundant, shot from the same angle, down at a prominently displayed Douglas. The tormentress, the Slavic woman was heard but never seen. The interrogator, aka Ann Cromwell, was only referenced, never seen, never heard.
Scene after scene, Douglas consumed much excrement, his position rolled to lie supine as his face no longer required dunking. Words of thanks were demanded. Words expressing the desire for more patiently embedded into his mind. Sometime around day seventeen, it was amazing to see an exhaustively broken Douglas eagerly consume for his tormentress, his enthusiasm to partake, offer thanks and request more not seeming to be feigned.
Brainwashed.
Then began the events which Douglas chose to exclude from my office de
