I woke up in the stench of the hold of a boat.  No cloths and chained. Last of my memory was in a pub in Copenhagen with others I had just met. The voices now completely foreign. 

Led out onto a wood dock I was still chained to the man on left and then a large dark man with a sharp hooked knife opened my sack took both balls in his hand and cut them off quickly, but not quick enough I didn’t feel the cords tighten as he pulled away from my open sack. The pain was white hot, my knees buckled.