CHAPTER 8
Days later-
"We've got three subjects approaching the camp," A voice echoed across the lunchroom, interrupting the murmur of conversation among the guards.
An Afghani officer watched the monitor closely. It revealed that three figures were indeed approaching the camp… a guard and two American soldiers. The guard stood between the two soldiers with his weapon raised. His muzzle bouncing from one to the other, daring them to run.
"Open the gates!" The officer ordered, excitedly. Guards and vigilantes scrambled eagerly from their seats and into the hall. They were ready to welcome the Americans into their new home. They were ready to show those prisoners what they'd gotten themselves into.
Jesse's face scrunched in confusion when Beca began to speak to the guard leading them through the cold, dimly lit corridors. Captain Bingham was impressed and thankful for Beca's attention to detail. There were times when it seemed to be a pain in his ass, doing more harm than good, but that was not the case in this moment. She even had HIM fooled.
"I found them beneath a bridge in the northwestern quadrant. " Beca spoke. Lowering her voice and effectively adopting the local accent.
"Good work. Take them to the basement… Imhan has plans for this batch. " He said, the corners of his eyes crinkling happily in the slit of his scarf.
What? Did he really buy it? Was it really going to be this easy?
"Have them undress once you get down there. I will be joining you shortly," He added as Beca and her comrades started down the hall towards the elevator. His eyes followed the soldiers. He just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
So far, so good… Beca thought to herself.
The three soldiers made it halfway down the hall before Beca's body crashed into the wall. Her vision blurred before refocusing to reveal the same guard she had just spoken to. He grabbed a handful of her shirt before ripping the scarf off of her head with a dark chuckle.
"Blue eyes AND loose hips," He snarled, referring to the subtle sway in Beca's hips as she walked away. "You must be the perfect American woman, right? How DARE you? WHO do you think you are?!"
Jesse and Cap were frozen in shock. Their jaws dropped as they watched dumbly. They were sure it would work. What would they do now?
The commotion in the hall drew in other guards, and soon enough, the three soldiers were bound and led to the basement.
How dare they? How dare this woman disgrace the uniform? How dare this AMERICAN disgrace the Afghani uniform?
They would learn some respect. They would learn it or they would die trying.
Meanwhile-
Daivaari and his mob continued to wonder the streets. It had been awhile since they'd gotten any type of signal on the scanner. Daivaari was growing restless with every passing minute.
He had been SO close and let those damn Americans get away. He couldn't believe it.
What if they'd been captured?
What if they died of hunger?
Why…that would ruin the fun. HE wanted to be the one to put those soldiers in their place. HE wanted to be the one to punish those soldiers for dishonoring his homeland… Killing his fellow Afghanis… Making a fool of his nation's military…
He would go to the ends of the earth to see that justice was served his way.
"TAKE. IT. OFF!" The guard shouted for what seemed like the hundredth time. Beca refused to take her clothes off every single time. It had become a cycle… the guard would tell her to take her clothes off. She'd refuse and be rewarded with a fist across the face or a knee to the gut. She'd crumble and pick herself up just enough to flash a smug grin at the guards and civilians.
Cap and Jesse had been naked for nearly three hours now. Suspended from metal cuffs on their wrists. Their feet dangled inches above the ground and they were really beginning to feel the effects of the cuffs.
The guards were trying to keep their bearings and remain respectful even in their torturing, but they'd finally had enough. Beca felt her garments being torn and ripped from her body. She was left cold and bare, dangling beside her comrades. Her body was beyond sore from enduring so many shots to the head and body. Jesse turned his head as he watched her head loll forward. He took in her appearance. The cuts and bruises on her cheeks… the busted lip… her eyes glazing over every now and then… She wasn't looking good, but he knew she wouldn't let that stop her.
"Beca! SHUT UP! You're going to get yourself kill-" He screamed before feeling a fist whip across his face. Apparently, some of the vigilantes wanted to join in on the fun.
"Listen, to the boy… BE-CAAA," The guard chuckled.
"Kiss my ass," She spat, literally spraying the guard's face. Civilians gasped in shock. No one had ever spoken to any of the guards this way. There was an uncomfortable silence as everyone awaited his response to her disrespect.
"I've had it with this bitch," He said, all too calmly. Raising his knife to her neck as he ignored the gasps and many protests of the vigilantes looking on. "If it weren't for Imhan…I would've slit your throat hours ago. I'd laugh as I watched you gasp for air… squirming and wriggling defenselessly as your life trickled down your body pint by pint… But, I can't. Imhan wants to make an example out of you. HE wants that pleasure. Although… I've never been the best at following orders. I wouldn't push it, if I were you."
Another cliffhanger? *le sigh* Lol. I'm sorry guys. It's hectic. I'm trying not to let you all down though. Have faith in me :]
What do you think will happen when these two leaders cross paths over this conflict of interest?
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