Chapter 1 (part 2)

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Contined...

From a white painted brick building on Miguel's left a man appeared, a fat man in a military uniform and he had a small machine gun slung over his left shoulder and he immediately smiled to Miguel as he recognised him.  "Hello Miguel, sehingga baik untuk bertemu lagi teman saya."  The Soldier said with a smile.   "Hello Miguel, so good to see you again my friend."

Miguel Sanchez faked a smile in return but in truth he was keen to get this cargo offloaded and head back to Binamu.  "Saya telah kargo di belakang."  He told the solider.  "I have cargo in the back."

The fat man in his 40s nodded with a grin as he licked his lips and strolled to the back of Miguel's truck and when he roughly pulled back the canvas flap at the back, bright sunlight burst inside, blinding Theresa as well as the blonde girl on the floor.

The blonde squinted out to see the shape of a lone figure looking in with a broad grin on his face and then he looked up to Theresa who he had obviously seen many times before and nodded.

Suddenly the broad bight sunlight had vanished and the back of the truck was once again thrown into relative shade and the blonde tried to recover her vision.

Suddenly the truck began to roll forward again and at first on the same unsteady ground but then she noticed that it had now gently rolled onto flat and smooth tarmac and then she heard the large gates closing behind her and knew that they were inside some kind of compound.

She had enough sense of mind to try to figure out how she and her two unconscious companions would eventually escape from this place wherever they were and began to count the turns which the truck would make and judging that they were travelling at around five miles per hour she could maybe formulate an escape later.

It travelled straight ahead to begin with for about thirty seconds before making a hard right turn and then travelled straight again for another fifteen seconds, then straight again for another fifteen seconds, straight again for eight or nine seconds before it slowed to a stop.

Now she heard the drivers door open and then soon after slam shut again and foreign speaking voices could be heard at the front of the  truck.

She looked up at Theresa who was staring at the closed canvas flap, obviously waiting for something that she knew would happen as the same voices now travelled along the side of the truck behind her until they were directly at the rear of the truck.

Suddenly the canvas flap was violently  pulled back and that same bright blinding sunlight burst inside, blinding both her and Theresa who was still sitting on the wooden bench, waiting with an anxious look on her face.

The blonde girl could only squint out at the four, maybe five figures standing outside of the truck staring back in at her and her two unconscious companions.

As her vision began to clear and her eyes could focus she saw that outside of the truck were in fact five men dressed in military uniforms, wherever she was, this was that country's soldiers.

The furthest on her right was a very large man in height and in stature, he was around six feet tall and very round and she saw that he had three stripes worn on his short sleeved, crumpled beige army shirt and as he was doing most of the talking, a language that she didn't understand, and she did know a little Spanish so she concluded that she wasn't in Spain just as she had suspected, but he, the large round man seemed to be in charge.

He then said something to his comrades which provoked laughter amongst them and she assumed that it was obviously some kind of sexual connotation.

Theresa was smiling at them all but she had no idea of what the conversation had been about either because she, unlike her husband didn't speak fluently in five different languages, she was limited to Spanish and English only.

Suddenly and without warning the huge man reached forward and grabbed the red rope which was tied so tightly around her ankles and for the first time she lost her cool, this woman wasn't used to being treated in such a way and she kicked out with anger and frustration, but of course her hands are tied behind her back and her legs are tightly tied together and she was already no match for this enormous man as it was and he man handled her with ease as he picked her up and threw her over his right shoulder.

He said something again either to her in his native tongue or to his comrades who all laughed regardless of who he was speaking to and then his huge hand **** down with a heavy thud only her soft bottom cheek before he said something more which provoked more laughter.

She bounced on his shoulder as he walked away from the group, holding her legs quite effortlessly with one hand while her left bottom cheek seemed to attract the intense heat of the sun after his huge paw had crashed down upon it.

She was helpless to do anything as she looked up and saw that one of her blonde companions was being lifted onto a shoulder in the same way and just then a young woman walked behind dressed in the same uniform as the men but hers was pressed and neat and her hair jet black hair was up and for a brief moment her dark brown eyes met with the blonde's eyes and this woman very nearly smiled to her.

As the blonde girl looked back at her the woman soldier looked straight ahead and their silent conversation was over as quickly as it hadn't begin.

The sun was beating down onto her vulnerable and helpless body over his shoulder as he kicked a steel door in front of him open and stepped inside, into a not cooler but less intensely hot but still stifling hallway with green wooden doors on either side, all the way to the opposite end.

The hall was dimly lit and as he carried her down to the bottom end she could now for the first time smell the stench of his stale body odour as she bounced around on his wide shoulder until he stopped outside a door at the end of the corridor.

She guessed that he had been wearing the same clothes for days judging by the stench od stale sweat and had probably slept in them too by the crumpled creases as he fumbled around in his trouser pocket in search of a key while effortlessly holding her over his shoulder with his right hand by her bare legs.

Just then she heard a large bang as the first door that he had carried her in through was kicked open again and one of her  unconscious companions was carried in just the same way as she was being carried now and bright sunlight burst in showing tiny particles of dust floating around in the stale air and then it swung shut again as the fat man unlocked this door and carried her inside.

As soon as she was carried inside the stench of stale body odour worsened and she knew without even looking that others like her were being held in this room against their will.

When she did finally look over his right shoulder she could see a young blonde woman crouched in the corner on a dirty urine stained mattress on the floor who was completely naked and she could see a thick and long rusty chain from the girl's neck and the other end was attached to the wall behind her somehow.

Now she turned her head to her left and saw one, two, three and a fourth girl on disgusting urine stained mattresses, the stench was foul largely due to the fact that she could only breath through her nose at this moment in time as he unceremoniously dumped her down onto a similar mattress on the floor beneath the tiny barred hole in the wall.

Just then the metal door is kicked open again and one of her still unconscious travelling companions, still wearing the white paper mask strapped to her face is carried in and dropped onto a dirty mattress across the room and the metal door closed itself shut again.

The fat man was now leaning on her and leaning over as he reached for something above her head, something that she hadn't noticed and as she looked up she saw the tiny barred hole about twelve feet above her head and other than the metal door it was going to be the only exit, the only escape route out of this place.

Her eyes turned to him as he stared down at her, she could see the dark patches of sweat under his already stained armpits which somehow enhanced the stale stench and as he smiled down at her he revealed his yellow tobacco stained teeth beneath his black and greasy bushy moustache.

Suddenly she heard a rattle of chain and quickly realised what he was about to do and so she kicked her bound legs and tried to turn onto her side, anything to get away as she screamed obscenities at him which were nothing but muffled noises through the silver tape pressed very firmly over her closed lips.

Now to her horror she felt what he was reaching for, it wasn't a chain to fasten around her neck, as she felt the inside of the rusty steel collar she had renewed fight and again tried to kick out and scream as she felt the warm steel loosely around her neck as he pushed the bolt through two eyelets and then fitted the nut, screwing it to finger tight.

She was still kicking and screaming as he picked up the small silver adjustable spanner which had been laying next to her head and he began to fasten the nut so that it would become impossible for her to remove it once her now tied hand were free.

She had been chained up like an animal abuser might mistreat a dog.

During the trauma she hadn't even noticed that the third woman had been brought in until the fat man on top of her threw over the small spanner to whoever had brought the second girl in and eventually he climbed his fat gross body off her and spoke to his two friends in his native tongue before he walked past Theresa Sanchez who had been thoroughly enjoying the ordeal from the now opened door.

She smiled down at the blonde.  ?I think that he likes you a lot.?  She told her and then stood up straight, turned and walked away out of sight and the swinging steel door closed behind her.

She looked over to her right and saw that the other two women were being chained exactly how she now was and she thanked heaven that they had not suffered the same ordeal that she had as they were completely unconscious throughout.

Eventually the two other men left and she heard the key again turning inside the lock, this time to prevent anybody from entering and more importantly from leaving, the small store room where they were all being kept in chains, nine blonde women in total, fell into silence apart from the sounds of conversation outside, the birds singing and the sound of the waves rolling onto the nearby shoreline.

The heat in this room was stifling and to make matters worse the duct tape pressed firmly across her mouth was restricting her breathing, she looked up at the tiny hole directly above her head with vertical bars.

The trauma combined with the lack of oxygen, and the stifling humidity caused her eventually to pass out for four hours and when she woke it was due to a sound, that same key turning inside the lock of the battered rusty green door in front of her.

When the door opened she saw the huge man who walked in and stood over her before he knelt down and took out his huge sharp knife and she gasped with fear in her eyes.

He then used it to cut the rope from her ankles and then up above her knees so that her legs were now free and she breathed out a sigh of relief through her nose as the tape was still pressed firmly over her closed mouth, which his fat dirty fingers gently traced the outline of her lips.

She tried to turn herself over so that he could now cut the rope from her wrists, freeing her hands but instead his huge paw grabbed her hip and pulled her back.

She stared up at him and saw his smile, revealing once again those disgusting yellow teeth as she felt the blade of his knife slide up her right thigh beneath her shorts, the cold steel against her bare skin, he sliced through one leg of her shorts and then turned his blade to the other.

Her eyes widened as she realised what he was doing and she was completely helpless to prevent it as he climbed on top of her and said something in his native tongue, something that she obviously didn't understand.

And then she felt the steel of his knife again, this time cutting away the waistband of her underwear.

He and others would visit her and the other blonde women in that room again and again and again, every day for the foreseeable future...