Growing tired of the soppy scene before him Chow decided to intervene again, knowing he would soon get what it was he wanted from the American.
"Make this quick," he snapped harshly, "you got five more minutes with him."
Kim still cradled his head, sobbing out loud as she cursed the man and his words. 'They couldn't make her leave,' she told herself. Jack closed his eyes and tried to savour the warmth he felt from her arms, trying to block out Chows words and the knowledge that this feeling, the safety and warmth despite the humiliation which surrounded it; would never be felt again.
He wanted to cry, but he wouldn't. He'd already let go before her in this cell, she'd seem him down, weak, wrecked and broken. He could at least try and appear strong before she left; he hated the thought that this could be her last image of him. A bruised mess on the floor, nothing waiting for him other than brutality and eventually death. He didn't want to think of himself this way, so the thought of his daughter remembering him as this pathetic excuse of a man made him shudder.
He reached up a shaking arm and softly patted her on the head before letting it drop back to the floor, hoping it sent her the comfort he had hoped to. He didn't move his head though and Kim made no attempt to shift either, they both feared separation - knowing it would be final.
Sharp clapping could be herd from the corner of the room, Jack slowly pulled away from Kim in confusion as he squinted around the room, propped up on one arm, to see Chows fat face smiling at him. His hands continued to clap, the repetitive sound making him tense as it continued. It was slow and methodical; Jack couldn't help but squirm. The motion had the same effect on Kim, who had slowly shuffled backwards as though threatened by the action; she didn't realise she had moved away from her father as her eyes had been fixed on his tormentor.
Chow stood up from his chair and slowly advanced over the space of the room, the clapping sound thundering against the wall. Each soldier pressed up against the wall were silent with expressionless faces, they too were uneasy with Chows behaviour.
Chow stopped at Jacks feet, he towered over the man. Jacks look of apprehension turned to a cold glare as he looked up at the officer, trying to look bold and brave; he had to hide his fear and intimidation from Kim. Suddenly the noise stopped and Chows meaty hands dropped down to his sides as the smirk slowly fell from his face as an evil frown replaced it.
Kim's mouth had fallen open as she had watched transfixed with the scene before her, she accidentally gasped in the silence, scared of what was going to happen now, and the fear that she couldn't stop it.
Chow paid the woman no attention, his focus was on the prisoner. He spoke and addressed the men without breaking his stare, before he translated his order into English for the American.
"Visit is over; take her away."