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Spectator
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Chapter 1: False Arrest
The officer’s hand shot out from nowhere, striking Jessica across the cheek and sending her staggering several steps to the side.
“I told you to remove your clothes. Either you do it yourself or we will do it for you.”
The young woman stared at the man with a look of horror, her hand coming to her stinging cheek in shock. He had just hit her! What the fuck? She took a pace backwards, her face a mixture of outrage and fear.
“How dare you! I’m an American citizen!” she protested, her voice shrill. “I want a lawyer! I demand to talk to the US embassy!”
The customs officer stepped forward, covering the distance between him and the young blond in an instant. He reached over and grabbed her hair before she could react, twisting her head round sharply. With his free hand he slapped her cheek again.
“There are no lawyers here, you American whore, and resisting the orders of a border officer is a criminal offense in this country. Do you want to be charged before we have even searched you?”
Jessica tried to twist out of the man’s grip, tears springing to her eyes.
“But I haven’t done anything! Why am I being searched? You can’t do this!”
“You’re being searched because we have the right to search any white bitch who cavorts into our country looking like a five-dollar whore from a street corner,” he snarled, his eyes dropping to the twenty-one-year-old’s sleeveless top and mini skirt. “Now take your clothes off and spread your legs, or the next time I hit you, it will be with this.”
His hand reached down to his belt from which he drew a thick wooden baton. He pressed it up against Jessica’s chin menacingly.
“Please… please, just let me go. I haven’t done anything, I swear! Please, my mother, she has money. She’ll pay you—”
The man’s arm shot forwards, driving the baton into the girl’s belly, just hard enough to knock the wind from her. He let go of her hair and let her double over in pain.
“Attempting to bribe a border officer is also a criminal offense,” he growled, raising the baton again threateningly. “Now strip or I will call in my colleagues for help and this will get very difficult for you.”
Jessica was crying now, tears falling in racking sobs as she struggled to suck air into her lungs. She opened her mouth to protest once more but stopped herself as the officer drew his arm back.
“Okay, okay, please…” she stammered, putting her hands out to ward off another blow. She tried to keep her voice calm as she asked, “Can’t it be a woman who searches me? I mean…”
The man leaned in close, his breath hot with garlic and stale beer. Jessica tried not to gag. “No, you slut, it can’t.”
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the middle of the room, gesturing impatiently at her clothes. “Last chance.”
Miserably, Jessica obeyed. She slipped the vest from her shoulders and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall down to her ankles. The officer watched her steadily, pointing impatiently at her underwear as she hesitated. Slowly, the young woman unclipped her bra and rolled down her panties, holding her arms over the front of her body in a futile attempt to hide herself.
“Hands on your head and spread your legs,” the officer ordered sharply.
Jessica hesitated again, her knees going weak. She could hardly believe this was happening to her. It was like a reenactment from some nightmarish TV show about foreign prisons. She put her hands to her head, tears rolling down her face as she watched the man take a long, slow walk behind her. Suddenly, there was a touch to her leg, a sharp pinch that made her jump in alarm. She felt a scrape across the inside of her thigh like a plaster being pulled off too quickly.
The man took two quick steps back to her front, his face glowing with malicious triumph. In his hand, he held up a small bag of white powder fastened at the top with a long piece of tape.
“What do we have here?”
Jessica knew the man had planted the drugs on her. How could it be anything else? But when she accused him, he simply drew out his baton and hit her in the stomach. When she tried to speak again, he hit her a second time. And when she protested once more, she got a third blow. The other customs officers were similarly unsympathetic as she was led out of the room in handcuffs, wearing her vest and skirt but minus her bra, socks and shoes. They looked at her blankly as she desperately shouted out her innocence, as though they didn’t even understand her. Was the corrupt officer the only one who spoke English or were they in on it too?
In a blind panic, she was dragged down several dimly-lit corridors deep in the bowels of the airport before eventually finding herself at an exit to the outside. A large black van with a wire mesh across the window drew up and the officer bundled her roughly inside the back. He pulled her arms up behind her head and fastened the cuffs to a bar on the wall of the van. He snapped another pair of manacles around her ankles and attached them to a second bar at her feet. Then he shuffled backwards out of the van, slamming the door shut. Jessica found herself in complete darkness, her body shaking as struggled to comprehend what was happening.
“Jessie, is that you?”
A voice came out of the blackness from the other side of the van.
“Mum?” Jessie’s voice was a sob of anguish and relief.
“Oh Jessie! Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
“Mum, they planted drugs on me!” the young woman cried. “This man took me to a room to search me and he stuck a bag of drugs to my thigh! He hit me when I protested! Mum, what are they going to do to us? Where are they taking us? I’m so scared!”
Jessie’s mother tried to keep her voice calm. “It’s okay, darling. It’s just a misunderstanding and I’m sure they’ll figure it out soon. Uncle Reyes will realize we haven’t made it and start making enquiries. We’ll be free in no time, I promise.”
She spoke with a reassurance she did not feel. Uncle Reyes, her late husband’s brother, had invited them to stay with him and his family in Valize, promising them a beautiful holiday by the beach. Valize was a dictatorship and Kate had been more than a bit nervous of traveling there, but Reyes had paid for first-class air tickets, a luxury Kate would never have been able to afford. She’d wanted to give Jessie a special treat to celebrate her twenty-first birthday.
She was still reassuring her daughter when the van suddenly lurched off. Both women cried out as their wrists and ankles jarred against the tight cuffs. The vehicle moved quickly, its tires squealing as it turned a corner sharply, knocking the prisoners to one side. Kate fell silent for a few moments, unable to control her own fear as the van sped away. She heard her daughter crying and spoke out again:
“It’ll be fine, Jessie, I promise. Uncle Reyes will call the embassy. It’ll all be over soon.”
“But where are we going, mum? Are they taking us to prison?”
“I don’t know, Jess, maybe. But it’ll be okay. We just have to be brave.”
She was quiet again as the van motored on. After a while, they felt a shift in the road beneath them, the smooth tarmac of the city changing to a rough track of stone and grit. It became bumpier and the two women were knocked about, the manacles biting into their skin as they bounced up and down on the hard wooden benches. Jessie began to cry again, from fear as much as the pain, and this time Kate had no words of comfort. An hour passed, then two, then three, the two women whimpering in the darkness as every bump sent a shockwave through their arms and legs. The heat began to rise inside the enclosed space and Kate realized she was terribly thirsty. When would they get food and drink? She had no idea.
When the van finally shuddered to a halt, it came as a shock. The back doors were suddenly flung open, releasing bright sunshine into the interior. A pair of uniformed officers climbed in and quickly released the chains attaching the two women’s manacles to the bars. They dragged the prisoners out by the hair and pressed their backs against the hot metal side of the vehicle. Jessie and her mother said nothing, too stunned to react. They blinked in the blinding sun, the cuffs on their wrists and ankles chafing painfully.
A third officer appeared, wearing a green military uniform and heavy black boots. He regarded the two trembling women with distaste, looking up and down Jessie’s skimpy clothing with a shake of his head. He said something in Spanish the younger woman couldn’t catch and then grabbed her breasts through her vest, squeezing them roughly. With her hands cuffed behind her back, Jessie could do nothing but try to twist her body out of the way. She let out a cry of outrage and shock.
“Get your hands off me, you bastard! Don’t fucking touch me!”
The officer’s fist shot forward, slamming into her stomach with a hard thud. Jessie dropped to her knees in choking pain, the air whooshing from her lungs.
“Stop it! You can’t do—”
Kate’s shriek was cut off when the man hit her too. He hit her a second time when she tried to speak again, dropping her down to the floor in agony.
“You don’t get to speak in this place, you American whores,” he snarled in heavily accented English. “Say another word and I’ll knock out your teeth.”
He picked Jessie up by the hair and slammed her back against the van, fondling her breasts once more. The young blonde whimpered in fear and humiliation but kept her mouth shut. She looked across desperately at her mother as the older woman struggled to her feet, her long skirt covered in brown dust from the ground. She was crying too, her calm demeanor demolished by the two brutal blows to her stomach.
The officer turned to speak to one of his colleagues, taking his hands off Jessie’s chest at last. The other man stepped forward and grabbed the young woman by her wrists, jerking her away from the van. Kate opened her mouth to protest once more but stopped herself as the guard raised his fist threateningly. He took hold of her wrists too and pulled her away in the same direction, heading to a windowless white building.
“Please,” Kate began timidly. “Please can I just ask a question?”
The officer didn’t turn to look at her.
“Please, where are we?”
The man let out a short bark of laughter. “You want to know where you are, American bitch?” he scoffed. “You’re in hell, that’s where. You’re in hell.”
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Chapter 1: False Arrest
The officer’s hand shot out from nowhere, striking Jessica across the cheek and sending her staggering several steps to the side.
“I told you to remove your clothes. Either you do it yourself or we will do it for you.”
The young woman stared at the man with a look of horror, her hand coming to her stinging cheek in shock. He had just hit her! What the fuck? She took a pace backwards, her face a mixture of outrage and fear.
“How dare you! I’m an American citizen!” she protested, her voice shrill. “I want a lawyer! I demand to talk to the US embassy!”
The customs officer stepped forward, covering the distance between him and the young blond in an instant. He reached over and grabbed her hair before she could react, twisting her head round sharply. With his free hand he slapped her cheek again.
“There are no lawyers here, you American whore, and resisting the orders of a border officer is a criminal offense in this country. Do you want to be charged before we have even searched you?”
Jessica tried to twist out of the man’s grip, tears springing to her eyes.
“But I haven’t done anything! Why am I being searched? You can’t do this!”
“You’re being searched because we have the right to search any white bitch who cavorts into our country looking like a five-dollar whore from a street corner,” he snarled, his eyes dropping to the twenty-one-year-old’s sleeveless top and mini skirt. “Now take your clothes off and spread your legs, or the next time I hit you, it will be with this.”
His hand reached down to his belt from which he drew a thick wooden baton. He pressed it up against Jessica’s chin menacingly.
“Please… please, just let me go. I haven’t done anything, I swear! Please, my mother, she has money. She’ll pay you—”
The man’s arm shot forwards, driving the baton into the girl’s belly, just hard enough to knock the wind from her. He let go of her hair and let her double over in pain.
“Attempting to bribe a border officer is also a criminal offense,” he growled, raising the baton again threateningly. “Now strip or I will call in my colleagues for help and this will get very difficult for you.”
Jessica was crying now, tears falling in racking sobs as she struggled to suck air into her lungs. She opened her mouth to protest once more but stopped herself as the officer drew his arm back.
“Okay, okay, please…” she stammered, putting her hands out to ward off another blow. She tried to keep her voice calm as she asked, “Can’t it be a woman who searches me? I mean…”
The man leaned in close, his breath hot with garlic and stale beer. Jessica tried not to gag. “No, you slut, it can’t.”
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the middle of the room, gesturing impatiently at her clothes. “Last chance.”
Miserably, Jessica obeyed. She slipped the vest from her shoulders and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall down to her ankles. The officer watched her steadily, pointing impatiently at her underwear as she hesitated. Slowly, the young woman unclipped her bra and rolled down her panties, holding her arms over the front of her body in a futile attempt to hide herself.
“Hands on your head and spread your legs,” the officer ordered sharply.
Jessica hesitated again, her knees going weak. She could hardly believe this was happening to her. It was like a reenactment from some nightmarish TV show about foreign prisons. She put her hands to her head, tears rolling down her face as she watched the man take a long, slow walk behind her. Suddenly, there was a touch to her leg, a sharp pinch that made her jump in alarm. She felt a scrape across the inside of her thigh like a plaster being pulled off too quickly.
The man took two quick steps back to her front, his face glowing with malicious triumph. In his hand, he held up a small bag of white powder fastened at the top with a long piece of tape.
“What do we have here?”
Jessica knew the man had planted the drugs on her. How could it be anything else? But when she accused him, he simply drew out his baton and hit her in the stomach. When she tried to speak again, he hit her a second time. And when she protested once more, she got a third blow. The other customs officers were similarly unsympathetic as she was led out of the room in handcuffs, wearing her vest and skirt but minus her bra, socks and shoes. They looked at her blankly as she desperately shouted out her innocence, as though they didn’t even understand her. Was the corrupt officer the only one who spoke English or were they in on it too?
In a blind panic, she was dragged down several dimly-lit corridors deep in the bowels of the airport before eventually finding herself at an exit to the outside. A large black van with a wire mesh across the window drew up and the officer bundled her roughly inside the back. He pulled her arms up behind her head and fastened the cuffs to a bar on the wall of the van. He snapped another pair of manacles around her ankles and attached them to a second bar at her feet. Then he shuffled backwards out of the van, slamming the door shut. Jessica found herself in complete darkness, her body shaking as struggled to comprehend what was happening.
“Jessie, is that you?”
A voice came out of the blackness from the other side of the van.
“Mum?” Jessie’s voice was a sob of anguish and relief.
“Oh Jessie! Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
“Mum, they planted drugs on me!” the young woman cried. “This man took me to a room to search me and he stuck a bag of drugs to my thigh! He hit me when I protested! Mum, what are they going to do to us? Where are they taking us? I’m so scared!”
Jessie’s mother tried to keep her voice calm. “It’s okay, darling. It’s just a misunderstanding and I’m sure they’ll figure it out soon. Uncle Reyes will realize we haven’t made it and start making enquiries. We’ll be free in no time, I promise.”
She spoke with a reassurance she did not feel. Uncle Reyes, her late husband’s brother, had invited them to stay with him and his family in Valize, promising them a beautiful holiday by the beach. Valize was a dictatorship and Kate had been more than a bit nervous of traveling there, but Reyes had paid for first-class air tickets, a luxury Kate would never have been able to afford. She’d wanted to give Jessie a special treat to celebrate her twenty-first birthday.
She was still reassuring her daughter when the van suddenly lurched off. Both women cried out as their wrists and ankles jarred against the tight cuffs. The vehicle moved quickly, its tires squealing as it turned a corner sharply, knocking the prisoners to one side. Kate fell silent for a few moments, unable to control her own fear as the van sped away. She heard her daughter crying and spoke out again:
“It’ll be fine, Jessie, I promise. Uncle Reyes will call the embassy. It’ll all be over soon.”
“But where are we going, mum? Are they taking us to prison?”
“I don’t know, Jess, maybe. But it’ll be okay. We just have to be brave.”
She was quiet again as the van motored on. After a while, they felt a shift in the road beneath them, the smooth tarmac of the city changing to a rough track of stone and grit. It became bumpier and the two women were knocked about, the manacles biting into their skin as they bounced up and down on the hard wooden benches. Jessie began to cry again, from fear as much as the pain, and this time Kate had no words of comfort. An hour passed, then two, then three, the two women whimpering in the darkness as every bump sent a shockwave through their arms and legs. The heat began to rise inside the enclosed space and Kate realized she was terribly thirsty. When would they get food and drink? She had no idea.
When the van finally shuddered to a halt, it came as a shock. The back doors were suddenly flung open, releasing bright sunshine into the interior. A pair of uniformed officers climbed in and quickly released the chains attaching the two women’s manacles to the bars. They dragged the prisoners out by the hair and pressed their backs against the hot metal side of the vehicle. Jessie and her mother said nothing, too stunned to react. They blinked in the blinding sun, the cuffs on their wrists and ankles chafing painfully.
A third officer appeared, wearing a green military uniform and heavy black boots. He regarded the two trembling women with distaste, looking up and down Jessie’s skimpy clothing with a shake of his head. He said something in Spanish the younger woman couldn’t catch and then grabbed her breasts through her vest, squeezing them roughly. With her hands cuffed behind her back, Jessie could do nothing but try to twist her body out of the way. She let out a cry of outrage and shock.
“Get your hands off me, you bastard! Don’t fucking touch me!”
The officer’s fist shot forward, slamming into her stomach with a hard thud. Jessie dropped to her knees in choking pain, the air whooshing from her lungs.
“Stop it! You can’t do—”
Kate’s shriek was cut off when the man hit her too. He hit her a second time when she tried to speak again, dropping her down to the floor in agony.
“You don’t get to speak in this place, you American whores,” he snarled in heavily accented English. “Say another word and I’ll knock out your teeth.”
He picked Jessie up by the hair and slammed her back against the van, fondling her breasts once more. The young blonde whimpered in fear and humiliation but kept her mouth shut. She looked across desperately at her mother as the older woman struggled to her feet, her long skirt covered in brown dust from the ground. She was crying too, her calm demeanor demolished by the two brutal blows to her stomach.
The officer turned to speak to one of his colleagues, taking his hands off Jessie’s chest at last. The other man stepped forward and grabbed the young woman by her wrists, jerking her away from the van. Kate opened her mouth to protest once more but stopped herself as the guard raised his fist threateningly. He took hold of her wrists too and pulled her away in the same direction, heading to a windowless white building.
“Please,” Kate began timidly. “Please can I just ask a question?”
The officer didn’t turn to look at her.
“Please, where are we?”
The man let out a short bark of laughter. “You want to know where you are, American bitch?” he scoffed. “You’re in hell, that’s where. You’re in hell.”
