Having skipped ahead to chapter 5 with my proof-reading, I decided to up the Rating to M. That is one heavy chapter, but (I seem to remember) that's about as bad as it gets. It goes uphill from there then.
Face had rolled up in one corner of his cell. He did his best to keep himself warm, which, without clothes, culd be difficult. All he had was a small, stinky piece of cloth that was full of vermin. But thanks to exhaustion he fell asleep only a few minutes later. In his sleep his brain ran amok. He dreamt of all different sorts of violence he was doing to Charlie in revenge. And in his dream he was strong enough to actually do it all.
"Up!"
The rag was snapped away from him. Face woke immediatley. Another date, he thought warily. But no. The two Vietcong just looked down at him for a minute. Then one drew his gun.
"Ohmygodno..." Face thought desperately. Fucked up as his life was at the time, he didn't want to die.
The two soldiers laughed.
"Don't worry, you not die," said the one with the gun. "We are enjoy you still." Silly enough, Face corrected the sentences in his mind, but he was aware enough not to speak up.
"I want this," said the other one and pointed at Face's dog-tags. Face looked up at him, not comprehending. What did he want those for?
"GIVE IT!"
Face hurried to take his dog-tags off. And he felt like he was giving away his life, his identity, his entire being. If they killed him now, nobody would know it was him should they find his body. – And they would kill him eventually.
Face watched them leave his cell, leave with his tags. He saw the door close, heard the bolt being put back into place. He felt tears rising, but fought them down. He wouldn't cry.
TBC
