Satisfied that I was secure, the four thugs
exited and with the double-click of the door, I was left alone. Immediately, I
struggled and screamed. The former action however was to no avail as the straps
and chains held me down tight and the chair seemed bolted to the ground. As
mentioned earlier, the panel gag was an extremely effective in muting any
sound.
What on earth was going on? I knew this was a dictatorship but I had barely arrived and haven’t even filed any stories or move around much? And while all foreigners were registered upon arrival, how did they know I I was going up to the toilet? I continued to struggle and moan muffled sounds until the door slam open.
In came an extremely tall man and although not burly like the quartet who grabbed me, he was extremely muscular and unlike them, he was clean shaven, and unusual sight for men in this country.
Given his height, he practically leaned his whole body across me and with a cigarette laden breath he said, “good evening Miss Welham, you are in serious trouble. We have monitored you from the start even before you arrived here. You,” then he growled like a dog, “SPY!”
That shocked me immediately, causing me to jolt back in my seat. He ignored that and roughly unbuckled me gag. I could have been thankful at that had in not been a forceful motion that nearly yanked my teeth and tongue out along with the rubber tube.
“Ah..uh...urgh,” I gagged and saliva came out, drooling down my lipstick covered lips and flow down the side of my cheek. He grabbed my nicely permed hair, which by down was messed up from the whole “kidnapping”, and I yelped.
“Tell me, Claire, what were you looking for at the Rabat air base?” he growled again, this time a question.
“I...urm...don’t know what you...you are talking about. I just arrived and am a reporter for the AGQ,” I replied hoarsely. “I didn’t do anything wrong, I demand...ow!” he slapped m hard on my right cheek and i would have fallen over with the chair had it not been bolted down.
“TELL ME WHAT you were doing there!” he yelled, his voice nearly breaking my ear drums.
“I don’t know! This is all a mistake! I want to see a official from me....ah!!!” my hair was yanked back again.
“Westerners don’t have the same rights as citizens here. You watch too American films, Claire. Now tell me what you were UP TO!”
“Please, this is a mistake. I only travel out to the suburbs and di some sight seeing at the city centre,” I pleaded, more from the strain of the cuffs and my urge to pee, since that was my objective at the beginning.
Suddenly, his fingers strayed from my hair to my breasts.”Ah,” he gasped, “such nice tits.” Suddenly he reached under the dress and the adhesive bra, and I was shocked with and excruciating pinch. “OWWW!!” I yelled.
“Spy! Now tell me what I want to hear!”
“Please, stop. You’re making a OW!!” the pinch again and part of my boob fell out, the stick-on bra clearly loosing its stickiness.
His hand withdrew and the rubber tube was thrust back into my mouth, and the gag was strapped back on tightly, again causing me to yell. “Tomorrow, bitch, I want answers. This is only the beginning,” he hissed into my ear.
Screaming something in the local dialect, the four thugs appeared. They unstrapped me in almost an instant and with me being weak from the pinches, hair pullings and events of the evening, I was dragged away. This time, it was down a circular stairwell to an extremely narrow room. Without removing my gag or my chains, i was pushed flat down on the floor and with the slamming of a thick metallic door, I was placed in total darkness.
(To be continued...)