Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Abduction (11)
A partially bombed out building in Aleppo, Syria.
Sophia Moore
It seemed like hours had passed before another of her captors entered the small cell like room in which she was being held.
Another captor? How many of them are there, she wondered?
Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness but as a dim light flickered and then shone, Sophia was temporarily blinded.
“Rise and shine!” a voice gruff and heavily accented growled. Just as she was opening her eyes to get a handle on her surroundings, she was accosted with a shockingly cold liquid.
The young girl sputtered and gasped as the freezing water took her completely by surprise. Just as she was able to breathe once more, it happened again.
Laughter exploded in front of her. “You are a dirty little girl, bitch, it is time to clean you up!”
He, this man, moved towards her makeshift bed. Had she actually slept? Where was she? Sophia lifted a hand to wipe her eyes, continuing to blink the residual water away. Then she coughed and spluttered, falling forward so that she rested on her hands and knees, her still naked body exposed. Sophia had led a privileged life, to be treated like this was both outrageous and terrifying.
More laughter as the first black-clad man was joined by two colleagues. They found her predicament hilarious. “Now you're in just the right position, eh?”
Sophia was finally able to open her eyes and get a full view of her captors. However, she couldn't get any more details because so much of their bodies remained hidden, including their balaclava wearing heads.
“Time to get properly clean, Miss Moore!”
They knew who she was … of course they did. But what did they want?
Her arms were gripped and, despite her wobbling legs, Sophia was heaved into a standing position. Pain shot through her limbs, though she supposed it was better than them being cuffed or chained. Sophia took a quick glance around and saw that she was in a room made of cinder blocks, maybe ten by twenty feet. She was pushed towards a corner where a drain had been carved into the cement floor. Then she screamed as more freezing cold water was thrown mercilessly at her naked body.
“Peace Shield Operations Centre”, Serinyol, Antakya in the Hatay Province of Turkey
Ekaterina Novikova
A Black Jeep drove Kat away from Hatay International Airport, East along the D825.
“How far to the base?” she shouted over the noise of the wind as they joined the highway.
“Maybe fifteen minutes if traffic is kind.” It wasn’t the time for a conversation, and she didn’t get one.
After the said quarter of an hour the vehicle turned off the main road and took the exit to Antakya İskenderun
Almost immediately, the road began winding upwards into a more mountainous area. A truck thundered past in the opposite direction, its trailer piled high with white stone.
“Marble,” The man beside her said, “We export over a billion dollars a year.” He was dressed in military green combats and the pale blue beret of the OKK … Turkish Special forces.
Eventually they turned onto an unmarked track that led straight towards the sheer face of the mountain. Clearly, this had once been a quarry, and fleetingly Kat was reminded of the work details she suffered while incarcerated inside the notorious Black Dolphin (see The Black Dolphin). Only a military guard tower, discreetly set back from the road, gave any clue to its current and more contemporary purpose.
He turned and smiled at Kat’s expression.
“Impressive, no?” He said, with just a hint of pride. “Well hidden and low-maintenance, and the stone keeps the humidity down.”
In front of them was a hangar similar to ones Kat had seen all around the world, built against the mountain. However, as they got closer and she saw the security huts and barriers at the entrance, it became clear that the hangar was there purely to conceal the Centre’s real entrance.
“Out,” he said sharply, and Kat shuffled to the side and jumped down onto the dusty ground.
Her protector handed over papers and engaged in a short dialogue. The Security guard took a look at Kat, and let his gaze linger a little longer than was necessary. She wore light green combats too, but, nonetheless, somehow the baggy uniform and heavy boots did not stop her from looking extremely alluring.
Given the all clear, the Turkish officer got back into the jeep and waited for Kat to join him. For a moment, though, she stood still, peering into the tunnel’s dark mouth.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
… I’m terrified … she wanted to say …I can’t do it … Kat realised she was shaking. It had been in a dark and looming entrance way like this one that she had been stripped naked, beaten and tortured … physically, mentally and sexually. She was forced to close her eyes until the myriad of complex memories faded enough to allow her to focus once more on the present.
Kat slowly shook her head. “Nothing, I’m fine,” she replied, as entrance lights shimmered on and the jeep set off.
To Be Continued …
A partially bombed out building in Aleppo, Syria.
Sophia Moore
It seemed like hours had passed before another of her captors entered the small cell like room in which she was being held.
Another captor? How many of them are there, she wondered?
Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness but as a dim light flickered and then shone, Sophia was temporarily blinded.
“Rise and shine!” a voice gruff and heavily accented growled. Just as she was opening her eyes to get a handle on her surroundings, she was accosted with a shockingly cold liquid.
The young girl sputtered and gasped as the freezing water took her completely by surprise. Just as she was able to breathe once more, it happened again.
Laughter exploded in front of her. “You are a dirty little girl, bitch, it is time to clean you up!”
He, this man, moved towards her makeshift bed. Had she actually slept? Where was she? Sophia lifted a hand to wipe her eyes, continuing to blink the residual water away. Then she coughed and spluttered, falling forward so that she rested on her hands and knees, her still naked body exposed. Sophia had led a privileged life, to be treated like this was both outrageous and terrifying.
More laughter as the first black-clad man was joined by two colleagues. They found her predicament hilarious. “Now you're in just the right position, eh?”
Sophia was finally able to open her eyes and get a full view of her captors. However, she couldn't get any more details because so much of their bodies remained hidden, including their balaclava wearing heads.
“Time to get properly clean, Miss Moore!”
They knew who she was … of course they did. But what did they want?
Her arms were gripped and, despite her wobbling legs, Sophia was heaved into a standing position. Pain shot through her limbs, though she supposed it was better than them being cuffed or chained. Sophia took a quick glance around and saw that she was in a room made of cinder blocks, maybe ten by twenty feet. She was pushed towards a corner where a drain had been carved into the cement floor. Then she screamed as more freezing cold water was thrown mercilessly at her naked body.
“Peace Shield Operations Centre”, Serinyol, Antakya in the Hatay Province of Turkey
Ekaterina Novikova
A Black Jeep drove Kat away from Hatay International Airport, East along the D825.
“How far to the base?” she shouted over the noise of the wind as they joined the highway.
“Maybe fifteen minutes if traffic is kind.” It wasn’t the time for a conversation, and she didn’t get one.
After the said quarter of an hour the vehicle turned off the main road and took the exit to Antakya İskenderun
Almost immediately, the road began winding upwards into a more mountainous area. A truck thundered past in the opposite direction, its trailer piled high with white stone.
“Marble,” The man beside her said, “We export over a billion dollars a year.” He was dressed in military green combats and the pale blue beret of the OKK … Turkish Special forces.
Eventually they turned onto an unmarked track that led straight towards the sheer face of the mountain. Clearly, this had once been a quarry, and fleetingly Kat was reminded of the work details she suffered while incarcerated inside the notorious Black Dolphin (see The Black Dolphin). Only a military guard tower, discreetly set back from the road, gave any clue to its current and more contemporary purpose.
He turned and smiled at Kat’s expression.
“Impressive, no?” He said, with just a hint of pride. “Well hidden and low-maintenance, and the stone keeps the humidity down.”
In front of them was a hangar similar to ones Kat had seen all around the world, built against the mountain. However, as they got closer and she saw the security huts and barriers at the entrance, it became clear that the hangar was there purely to conceal the Centre’s real entrance.
“Out,” he said sharply, and Kat shuffled to the side and jumped down onto the dusty ground.
Her protector handed over papers and engaged in a short dialogue. The Security guard took a look at Kat, and let his gaze linger a little longer than was necessary. She wore light green combats too, but, nonetheless, somehow the baggy uniform and heavy boots did not stop her from looking extremely alluring.
Given the all clear, the Turkish officer got back into the jeep and waited for Kat to join him. For a moment, though, she stood still, peering into the tunnel’s dark mouth.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
… I’m terrified … she wanted to say …I can’t do it … Kat realised she was shaking. It had been in a dark and looming entrance way like this one that she had been stripped naked, beaten and tortured … physically, mentally and sexually. She was forced to close her eyes until the myriad of complex memories faded enough to allow her to focus once more on the present.
Kat slowly shook her head. “Nothing, I’m fine,” she replied, as entrance lights shimmered on and the jeep set off.
To Be Continued …
Wrong story!
