Chapter 20
A loud bang on her cell door and the artifical light flashing with a brightness that hurt her eyes woke Anouk up. To her own surprise, she had actually managed to doze off for a couple of hours. Still dazed, she sluggishly followed the commands of the guard to get her ass out of the cell. Her body was tense and hurt from the uncomfortable sitting position she had slept in.
Outside in the hallway, she met Annika and Valentina, who looked just as tired and battered as she felt. The three women exchanged reassuring looks, understanding that they were the only ones whose support they could count on.
They were brought upstairs into a small conference room, where three identical trays with breakfast waited for them. Unlike in prison, their meal here could actually be considered as food. For each of them, there was a generous serving of heavily sugared porridge, a small bowl of freshly cut fruit, a big mug of very strong coffee and a glass of super sweet orange juice. Anouk almost got a guilty conscience, knowing that the Republic of Ascua was still ridden by poverty and most civilians here could only dream of a meal like this.
Of course, this breakfast was not intended to be a courtesy from their captors, but to give them the strength to last through the tortures during the day until they were hanged in the evening. Still, each of them enjoyed the small respite. Anouk felt like she was going to burst with energy when the coffee warmed her from the inside and, joined by Annika, actually fell into a hysteric giggeling when the rush from the sugar overdose overcame her.
After finishing their breakfast, one of the guards came to the table and offered them cigrattes again. While Annika and Valentina gladly accepted, Anouk rejected the offer. She asked the guard if she could pass her cigarette to Annika, doing her friend a last favor. The guard shook his head and instead lit the leftover cigarette for himself.
The door was opened and Tafalla entered, followed by Camilo and Diego.
"What are you doing here?", Annika blurted out angrily. "Our trial is over, there is no need for further interrogations."
"Good morning, Ms. Blomsteen", Tafalla replied in his trademark bored and formal tone. "Ms. De Vries, Ms. Moya. We are your execution detail. This honor was appointed to us, since our boss, Mr. Fonseca, will be rewarded with a medal today. His investigations have led to the arrest and the disposal of three dangerous subjects. You."
Anouk suddenly felt a lump in her throat. Being called a 'subject' to be 'disposed of' was dehumanizing and reinforced her anxiety about the execution. Tafalla did not see her as a person, able to feel pain and emotions, just as some disruptive element that had to be removed.
"I will be the formal witness and overseer." He pointed his right thumb at his chest before turning to the side and waving towards Camilo and Diego with his left hand. "Mr. Aguinaldo and Mr. Munoz will be responsible for the application of the corporal punishment. And your hanging."
"Alright, enough of the formalities", Diego said, putting a cardboard box on the table. "Get naked and let us prepare you! We would love to have some more fun with you, but today's schedule is tight. The sun is already up and the streets are getting busy. A lot of eyes wanting to see your walk of shame to the stadium."
'Some more fun'! These two bastards had certainly assaulted Annika and Valentina back at the prison too, just like they had done with Anouk. Defiantly, she took off her prison uniform and threw it on the floor. The others followed her lead, knowing that there was no point in further delaying the inevitable.
After the obligatory handcuffs had been put on them, locking their wrists behind their backs and preventing them from covering their nakedness, each woman was fitted with the second pair of cuffs around their ankles, just like yesterday on their way from the prison to the courthouse. But their bondage was not complete yet. Leather collars were closed around their fragile necks, thightened down to the last hole. Then they were lined up, Anouk in the front, Valentina in the middle and Annika in the back. Their collars were connected with a chain, which was threaded through small metal rings on their fronts and secured with padlocks. Since Anouk was the leader of the chain gang, they also clipped a dog leash on hers which they would later use to drag them around.
As a last mean twist, Camilo and Diego produced three wooden signs from the box, each approximately as large as a sheet of letter paper. Their crimes were written on them. On the signs intended for Anouk and Annika, the Nabano words for 'Spy' and 'Terrorist' were spelled out in large letters branded into the wood. Valentina's sign just said 'Traitor'. They were supposed to wear these signs during their public shaming, but the signs were not going to hang on cords around their necks, like one would expect. Instead, each of the two upper corners of the signs were connected to a vicious looking alligator clamp with a short chain. The signs were going to dangle from their nipples and tug on them while moving around! Anouk wailed when hers was installed on her, feeling the relentless bite of the metal teeth on her areolas and the weight of the wood pulling her young and firm breasts down. Similar sounds were heard from Valentina and Annika.
"Come on, bitches! Move!", Camilo ordered, swinging a flogger and giving a lash to each of them.
The doomed trio began to march. Diego pulled them along on the leash while Camilo followed, whipping them with the flogger whenever he felt like it. When they stepped out of the courthouse, Anouk felt the morning sun. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead just seconds after leaving the courthouse. The warmth of the early sun promised a scorching hot day.
Their punishment would take place in the stadium that was fequently used for the government's party congresses, military parades or other propaganda events. Like the torture and execution of three public enemies, for example.
The destination was not far, only about half a mile down the main road leading away from the courthouse. But taking the direct path was not what the executioners had in mind. They wanted everyone to get a good look at the condemned and to see their shame. Anouk and her companions where paraded through all kinds of small alleys and pedestrian zones in the city center. Although it was still early in the morning, the streets were already busy. Despite the omnipresent sounds of the ongoing war, the daily life in Libria continued and the people kept going about their daily business as usual.
Needles to say, three naked women on the way to their death were anything but usual. They earned a lot of looks, some curios, some gloating, some even lecherous. After reading the signs decorating them, a few people spat at their faces. Others made nasty sounding remarks. For a change, Anouk was glad that she was not fluent in Nabano and could not understand all of their insults.
At a certain point of their march, Anouk noticed that they were approaching the train station where she had once passed the border. She recognized the building from afar by the massive dome on its top. It was burned down and had partly collapsed. The hole where it had been struck by a missile from the Ascuan side was still clearly visible, though.
The procession arrived at the park where Anouk once was supposed to meet Valentina. She noticed the bench she had sat on while she had waited in vain for 'Orchid' to show up. It felt like this had been an eternity ago. The park was especially busy, since a weekly market had been set up on it. Camilo made his prisoners climb up on the edge of the destroyed fountain, so that they stood a good two feet above the heads of the crowd, where everyone could see their nude and bruised bodies.
Just like on their walk here, Tafalla swung around a megaphone and exclaimed that this condemned subjects were about to receive corporal punishment and would later be executed in the stadium and that everyone was invited to watch. Anouk had heard his repeating little speech so often by now, that she had figured out its meaning long since. And indeed, the group of civilians that followed them while they continued along their way grew larger by the minute.
When they finally arrived at the stadium, Anouk noticed that her feet were bleeding. That was not surprising, given that she had been forced to run across gravel roads, brittle tarmac and sharp cobblestone over the past hour or so. While the crowd stormed the entrance gates of the stadium, hoping to get the best seats, Anouk and the others were taken into the arena through a side entrance.
The stadium was built in the style of an amphitheater from the old times. The grandstands were arranged in a semicircle around an oval space in the center. There was a small fenced off area right in the middle of the grandstands, covered by a white tarp roof that shielded the steats below from the unforgiving sun. It was probably something like a VIP area, reserved for high-ranking audience and guests of honor. Apart from this area, the rest of the seats were already filled to the top. Anouk guessed that at least 15,000 people had gathered here to watch her suffer. And to watch her die.
To be continued.