"Do you guys have a toilet?" I asked the men stood silently behind me after about an hour.
Andrea hadn't returned but he had sent a glass of water which had, of course, due to the lack of food in my system, travelled straight through me.
"Suck it up," one replied abruptly.
I waited another half an hour before I was close to wetting myself.
"Seriously need the toilet now," I said shaking my leg.
"Tough. Go in your panties."
"Can you get your fucking boss?"
"He has more important things than taking putas to the toilet."
"I'm sure he doesn't want my urine on the floor either. He certainly won't be clearing it up..."
Just then Andrea marched into the warehouse. He was wearing an irritated expression and came straight in my direction.
"Señor, ella necesita el baño," one of the men said.
"I know. All I can hear is her fucking whining," he said gruffly. "Untie her."
The guards instantly began fumbling with the ropes around me.