"What the hell are you talking about? I'm a businesswoman, and I'm not doing any sexual favors for you, pervert."
From Create Your Own Story
You decide that the best course of action is to deny, deny, deny. You insist repeatedly that you're just a businesswoman and you need to get back to work.
"If that's the way you want to play it, fine," says the doctor. He presses a red button on the wall. You briefly consider running or even using your gun, but decide not to. You've elected the path of pleading not guilty, and you're not going to stray from it now. You have to get them to think you're just a Lebanese businesswoman.
Several soldiers arrive. They search you and confiscate your Walther PPK. You explain as calmly as you can that you're a woman traveling alone in a war zone and you need protection. You're not sure if they buy it.
You are taken to a police station and locked in an interrogation room. A few minutes later, two Syrian military police officers, guns and swords hanging from their belts, enter.
The smaller of the two officers does the talking. He asks you your name, your occupation, and your place of residence. You give your rehearsed answers to those questions. Meanwhile, the bigger man has just been standing there staring at you icily the whole time.
The smaller man then asks, "What is your religion?"
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