I feel the warmth of the blood as it runs out of my mouth, circling my cheek and coagulating on the dirt floor below. The room looks like a medieval dungeon-chains, pliers, surgical tools, blowtorches, and a metal box spring wired to car batteries that first caught my eye. The stench of prior men that never made it out permeated the hot, sweaty air. I could hear their cries even though they are no longer here.