24 there were about twenty men around me, I was totally naked, and they threw water on me, all my 103 body, my hair.” 120. In interviews with psychologists from the Legal Medicine Institute conducted in January and February 2004, Gladys Carol Espinoza gave the following narrative of the treatment she received upon arriving at the DIVISE building: A large, athletic man picked me up and carried me into an elevator, then it was like we were being showed to someone; shouting, shouting all the time, and they pushed me to the floor […] and began jumping on our bodies, and I could smell people who had been drinking. […] They stripped me, leaving my head covered. I felt a bucket of water thrown over me, then another bucketful. They began to tie my body from the feet up to the neck, I don’t know with what. I was terrified, I was begging, “Leave me alone. What do you want?” They carried on hitting me in the kidneys (lumbar region); it was like a game of table-tennis. They hit my head and body at the same time, with clubs or iron bars. The rest of my body was tied up like a baby’s, immobilized like a baby, I couldn’t even talk. Blows and groping: On my hips, my vulva, they pulled on my pubic hair, they put their hands in my vagina. I was just a thing […] they treated me just like a thing. […] I felt a hand pushing my head toward something: A tub or a pool, and they pushed it in. I could smell sewage, and my mouth swallowed (endless minutes). I fainted. That was the first time I lost consciousness […] The second time I couldn’t talk. The third time they put me in the sewage water; the fourth time I couldn’t take any more: “Kill me, kill me.” I don’t know how many times it was. I just remember being tied out up; this thing comes off my head. On the floor I see men’s things, feet, trousers, I look behind and I see a man and I see a whip, and he’s whipping the soles of my feet and I can’t feel it; I realized I had gone further than the pain limit. “Kill me.” […]. I was totally naked; it seemed to be a man and I could feel pubic hair as if someone was putting meat in my mouth and then I realized it was a penis. They wanted me to put the human penis in my mouth. They grabbed my hair and pulled me. I struggled: “Kill me, kill me.” […] The man let go of me and let me fall, and I heard a scream. I didn’t realize the scream was mine: heartrending, horrible, a death scream. Terrible, indescribable pain; I felt I was falling, and bang, everything went black; I don’t know what happened. Then I felt water again; I was on the floor, bent over. “Wake up.” I realized they are trying to wake me up. They looked at me silently; when I moved, I came back to my senses. […] Then they took me out and I felt by body go into convulsions. I felt a terrible cold, or a trembling; they all began to run around in fright: “What should we do with her?” Damn her, she’s pretending.” “We’ve got to take her.” They picked me up and, in desperation, put me in a car. I realized I was being admitted to a hospital […] It was a hospital, they put me in a room, on a kind of gurney, and they followed me. They put me in a room, and left me alone. A man came in and removed my blindfold; I saw the ceiling. I felt him put his hand inside my vagina and push close to my gurney, and he seemed to be masturbating […] “I can’t take any more.” He paid no attention to me. He took my hand […]. 103 2002, p. 6. Annex 7: Extracts from Gladys Carol Espinoza Gonzales’s statement to the CVR, Testimony No. 700748, October 14,