Part 6

Aug. 13, 1968

Hanoi, North Vietnam

Hôtel d'Aldaunsie

Laura stumbled to the bathroom, winded, and leaned on the grungy, mildew encrusted sink. She laughed. For the past hour she had been entertaining herself with a fourteen year old Vietnamese girl. It had not been her intention to solicit entertainment for her stay, but when she arrived at the hotel the girl's brother had been pushing her on the guests. She took him up on his offer when she saw the girl's face. She was a meek, comely looking things that aroused in Laura a desire to destroy something beautiful.

As she looked back at the bed she saw the little girl laying on top of the sheets, sweat, hers and Laura's, glistening her skin. Her little groin was trimmed and shaved meticulously into a thin strip of hair over her vagina for sex appeal. Laura could feel the wiry, black hairs brushing against her like they had almost an hour ago as they caressed the girl's undercarriage. She smiled now as she lay upon the sheets. Laura knew that no lover had ever elicited pleasure like this in the girl before, or ever would again. Laura had given her the fucking of her life. She took solace in this fact. Now as she looked on that angelic face, she debated with herself how she would kill the girl.

Slowly Laura strutted back to the bed, mounted it and crawled on all fours toward the girl. As she approached she lowered her face to the girls and lovingly kissed her sweet lips. The girl wrapped her little arms around Laura's neck and caressed the smooth skin between Laura's shoulder blades.

"What take you so long?" the girl asked playfully.

"I needed some air. You wore me out." Laura replied playfully.

"But me so horny . . ." the girl pouted.

"Pardon?" Laura asked with mock surprise.

"You hear me. Me so horny. Me need sucky-sucky, fucky-fucky."

The girl mimed sucking on a nipple and began fingering herself. Laura laughed at the sight.

"Still? You certainly are a generous whore. Aren't you gonna ask me for more money. We've been at it for an hour."

"Me rike you a lot. Me love you long time." the girl said.

"don't take this the wrong way. But words like that from a whore are meaningless. You and every other prostitute in this country probably say those exact words to every guy who hires you." The girl looked genuinely hurt.

"But you different." the girl said desperately, "Me feel big love for you. You make feel buku good. Me want be wit you. Take me wit you."

"Where do you want me to take you?" Laura asked in condescending amusement.

"Take me away from brotha. You rich American woman. Take me where you go. I work for you. I sreep wit you. I do anyting you want. I rove you." The girl was near tears. Laura wiped the pooling tears away and kissed both eyes, tasting the salty sorrow.

"Why do you want to escape from your brother so bad?" Laura asked soothingly.

"Brother bad man. After parents die he make me sleep wit rich men. If I no make sixty dolla a day he beat me in stomach so I no get ugly. Someday he kill me."

"Listen don't think about your brother right now. You are safe with me. I promise that whether or not you leave here with me tonight you won't have to go back to your brother."

The girl's eyes lit up like a child's on Christmas morning.

"Tank you, oh tank you! Me love you buku! Me love you long time." She shouted every bit of English her mind could muster in her jubilant state.

"Now," Laura said, propping herself up on one elbow, and looking at the girl's sleek pubescent body, "What will you let me do to you?"

"Anyting you want . . ." The girl replied with fire in her eyes, a master temptress. Laura reciprocated the look. She held a pair of handcuffs and a heavy satin scarf up in front of the girl.

"May I?" Laura asked friskily. The girl nodded.

Laura wrapped the girl's wrists in her dirty stockings and then cuffed her running the cuffs through the headboard securing her hands above her head. She then wrapped the satin scarf around her face like a gag, tightly wound. The girl smiled and purred with pleasure as Laura bound her.

After the girl's legs had been secured to the bottom of the bed spread eagled, Laura reached under the mattress and extracted a twelve-in razor edged Ka-bar combat knife. The girl's expression changed from a look of fiery, lustful passion to one of complete horror.

"You see, my dear," she said in Vietnamese, "I can't take you with me. I am a covert operative for the Chinese government and it's not allowed. I however will keep my promise and ensure that you never again return to your brother. I know you enjoyed the pleasure I gave, so I feel no guilt in having fun with the pain I now give."

With this last statement Laura brought the knife down onto the girl's soft white flesh. She tried to scream but the gag muffled it and soon there was no energy left to continue. For almost a half of an hour Laura ran the knife into the soft flesh tracing line of burgundy. Finally it all ended and Laura dismounted her victim's dead corpse. She wiped her bloodied hands on the girl's discarded dress and picked up the phone, dialing a twelve digit number.

"DELILAH, extension 438." She said as the operator asked her clearance. "Yes Thank you. I'm at the Hôtel d'Aldaunsie and I've made a bit of a mess . . . Yes, it's contained . . . No, there are no witnesses . . female, Vietnamese, aged 14-16, weight approximately 105lbs. Send a cleaner up to room 411, please . . . YEs, I understand."

When she hung up the phone, Laura sat down on the end of the bed, pulled a pack of Russian cigarettes from the girl's cloths and lit one up. She glanced at the mutilated body and smiled a little.

"He was right," she said as she exhaled a cloud of smoke, "Sex can't compare to the thrill it gives . . ."

She finished her smoke, got up, removed her bloodied, black thong and showed the blood off.