Alec: How are drugs moved?
Troy: To avoid a visual inspection, drugs are secreted in the rectum.
Alec: How could the guards find them?
Troy: A strip search, a cavity search or an x-ray. The jail’s machine was always broken. All searches were accompanied by a beating and being kept in solitary confinement.
Alec: Tolerating their abuse, you won their confidence. What happened next?
Troy: To stop the beatings, I cooperated. Their next move was to get me to participate in one of their violent pornographic films. Failure to participate would mean death to both participants. We discovered those films as well. I needed to make it out to report the people involved.
Alec: Are the film segments posted on the internet and in theA Real Businesstabloid real?
Troy: Yes, films specifically involving me. The young women consented, but we were both coerced. I didn’t want to hurt them more than they already were.I didn’t want them to be killed because I refused to do what the guards wanted.
Alex: Were you sure they would be killed?
Troy: After seeing autopsies of the deceased law enforcement officers and a catalog of the little girls’ injuries, I had no doubts.
Alec: I know this is difficult. There was one other film with two men.
Troy: By that point, I managed to trace the ladder of participants to just below the top rung. I needed to hold on a little longer.
Alec: You were feeling duress?
Troy: Like I said, I needed to hold on a little longer.
Alec: How did you do that?
Troy: Part of being a good undercover operative is locking who you are in a compartment. You embody the character. To make it through, I stopped being Troy Bremen. And during the act, I shut down. I recited the alphabet backwards. Anything to take my mind elsewhere.
Alec: We saw a few guards who took a special liking to you. Were you aware of that?
Troy: They made it clear.
Alec: What happened on August thirteenth?
Troy: I was dragged from my cell to the area where the films were shot. Inside the room, I was chained to a pipe. My captors informed me my cover was blown.
Alec: How did that happen?
Troy: After a tour in Iraq, a few of us got a tattoo. One of the bad actors, who was high up in the Department of Homeland Security, had seen the wording on one of our other executives and made the connection.
Alec: Are you able to tell us what happened?
Troy: For a period ofseventy-two minutes, four guards and the director of Silverton Prison beat me, raped andsodomized me. When I refused to submit, when I refused to tell them I belonged to them, they tore my body apart, and after throwing me to the ground, stomped my chest, fracturing every rib.
Alec: How are you here today?
Troy: Chase Security medical resources. Incredible surgeons, physician assistants, nurses, nursing assistants, therapists and family, plus my friends, who never let me spend a day alone.
Alec: Will you share some more?
Troy: The first weeks, I burned with fever and wasn’t sure who I was, floating between myself and my prisoner identity. My heart stopped seven times.
Troy documented a list of his injuries similar to the way Mac Novak did. During the process, he began to hyperventilate.
Ian’s voice was a soft whisper as he said his friend’s name.
