Antara Darah dan Hati: Dream Reality English Translation

Chapter 15 Part 4 "De tweede marteling"

POV Lodewijk

I've been stuck here for several days, lying on a bed in a patient's room at a place called a hospital. When mevrouw Sofia arrives, I want to ask her to immediately find another public defender who can replace me because if she doesn't do it soon, there is a possibility that someone who replaced me is a public defender chosen by the court and that will worsen Karim's position in this case because the people in the court have also been bribed so that they're willing to make Karim a suspect and throw him into prison as a criminal.

Unfortunately, I couldn't tell her when she visited me because there were 2 dirty police personnel watching the room where I was being treated plus my whole body and my head was also wrapped in bandages which was actually just their trick to show the public that my accident is something terrible even though the only reason my head is bandaged is so that I can't say anything, not to mention my IV fluid tube which was injected with a chemical compound that made me weak.

Once every few nights, one of the Breivik sisters always took me to the torture chamber again, injected a chemical that kept me out from sleeping and then I was lifted off the bed and placed on the interrogation chair. The bandages that were wrapped around my body were opened and they stung my body until my heart was pounding and took turns to rape me.

I was played by them like a child playing a doll that he or she has at will. My broken body parts restricted my movements, I couldn't do anything to counter or avoid what they did to me.

Whenever they were going to rape me, Gertrud always seduced me with her words which sounded alluring and seductive, persuading me that I should enjoy it but I don't want to and can't enjoy this. Being injected with a chemical compound that keeps you awake all night, being shocked by electric shock that makes your whole body convulse until your heart is pounding and being gang raped is torture, not pleasure.

I don't know if tonight one of them will come to me or not but the feeling of restlessness waiting for the arrival of one of them who will take me to that room again is like waiting for a ghost who is ready to pounce on you from under your bed or from your bedroom window when you learn to sleep alone in your room when you were little.

Every second turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours, cold sweat seemed to pour down on my body until finally, the door opened. A young woman with whitish blonde hair wearing nun clothes walked up to me while showing her cold sly smile. Ah, shit.

She stood next to me then injected something into my IV fluid tube. Heavy sleepiness attacked me, my eyes were weary and slowly I fell asleep.

When my eyes opened, I was already in a sitting position on a chair then they did it again, injecting me with a chemical fluid that made my heart pounding and my eyes opened wide then they took off their clothes one by one and every time I closed my eyes, I was stung. I tried to fight the pain. My heart was beating faster then, suddenly my eyes began to feel weary, I could not breathe anymore, my chest felt like there is something stuck inside it when I'm trying ti breathe. Ah, everything is blurry, darkness slowly surrounds me, is it time for me to leave this world?

I felt a cool breeze hitting my body and the back of my body and head were like they were on the grass, I saw dark red color upon my closed eyes. Slowly, I opened my eyes and then I saw his figure. This is impossible is he?!

"Assalamualaikum." he said to me.

I saw his face looked down at me who was lying on the grass, his face showed a little knot of a smile at me, he never smiled at me. Whn I saw him smiling at me even though it was only a slight smile made me feel strange. I'm not used to seeing his face smile even though I know exactly how his face would look if he puts on his smile.