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Jamie's Ordeal
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Jamie's Ordeal
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Another soldier came out of the barracks to urinate on Jamie's
naked body, whistling a merry tune, and concentrating especially on
her blond head. Jamie pressed her chin against her chest, not so
much in humiliation any more, but in a futile effort to keep the
stinking fluid from splashing into her face. Nevertheless, the
filthy flow ran from the back of her head to her cheeks and neck,
and then down her waled and bruised body to join the muddy pool of
urine around her knees. Some of it trickled to the tips of her
breasts, and dripped to the ground along the pair of large steel
pins pierced deeply into her nipples.
She was kneeling in a small depression in the ground near the
barracks, her wrists and ankles tied tightly to a telephone pole
against her back. Leaning forward in exhaustion, she felt a vague
gratitude to the pole and rope for keeping her from falling into
the urine pool. Assaulted constantly by the disgusting odor and the
blistering tropical sun, she was on the verge of passing out.
A pair of heavy leather boots tramped up to her. Without
opening her eyes, Jamie shivered in the approaching man's shadow,
realizing immediately who it was. It had to be Major Pham, the
commandant of the prison camp, the only person in the whole camp
who wore such Russian-made leather boots instead of the soldiers'
cheap plastic sandals, and the animal who had taken much pleasure
over the past few days in subjecting Jamie to every imaginable form
of torture, in the attempt to make her confess to improbable crimes
against the regime.
"I hope you are enjoying my comrades' generosity," Major Pham
never let pass a chance to show off his fluent English. "Are you
ready to talk now?"
"I have nothing more to tell you," Jamie answered wearily.
"Oh yes you do. For example, who sent you here? And what is
your mission?"
"I've told you a million times already," Jamie slowly raised
her head. "My mother sent me here, to look for my father."
"Who died some twenty years ago," Major Pham commented
nonchalantly.
"That's a lie!" Jamie suddenly gathered enough strength to
shout at the major's silhouette against the sun. "I know he's
alive; and you know he's alive. He's right here in this camp! He's
been held in this camp for the last twenty years!"
"And so you came here to play a female Rambo to get him out?"
Major Pham's tone revealed his amusement over this notion. He even
smiled and shook his head as he ground out his cigarette on the
lacerated slim shoulder of the naked girl bound helplessly to the
telephone pole.
"No..." Jamie's voice started to drop after an initial loud
groan. "I came to beg you to let him go home. You have kept him in
captivity for long enough. Now that you have me, you can keep me
here forever if you want, but please let him go."
"What a moving story of a daughter's dedication," Major Pham
sighed. "But do you really expect me to believe it?"
"Then shoot me! What are you waiting for?"
"I intend to do just that, to tell you the truth," Major Pham
put on an honest tone. "But I cannot. Some of my colleagues from
the security forces want to spend some more time with you, and they
will take over your case tomorrow. Now take my words, young lady:
as soon as they lay their fingers on you, you are going to wish
that I had ordered you shot right on the spot when we caught you."
Jamie hanged her head in silence. She already wished so.
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