Yes, that’s it… sit down on this chair.
Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you. After all, this is a necessary check-up because this is how low I have decided to sink.
Don’t be nervous. I know it’s not the most normal thing for someone in my position – no pun intended – to do, but after all that happened, this is a must.
Don’t be shy. It’s not like I haven’t seen one before.
Now, here’s what you should do. Spread them. Yes, your legs, spread them. It’s my duty to check if you’re still pure.
Why so? Because I am simply perverted. I don’t want you to accuse me of raping you and somehow in my twisted mind, you not being pure means you were not raped.
Will you be uptight if I try to touch it? Like right there? Does it feel good?
Don’t cry. I don’t want you to cry. This is just a formal procedure.
But damn it, this is seriously turning me on… do you think I could probe in some more?
It won’t be counted as rape, even if you said no. After all, you are not pure – for that is the only measure I can think of.
So what do you say? are you in or out?
Out? Don’t be so rude now. I need this. I need you. I want you. You don’t want me too?
No? Are you serious? Do you really want me to take you on this table like the slut you really are? Yes? You’d like that?
It’s not rape after all.
Supreme Council of the Armed Forces (SCAF) in Egypt.