American in North Korea

Missing home

I wake up as things are in a blur. Making out my surrounds slowly. When suddenly I realized I'm chained up. No. No. No. I panic, that was my second mistake. My first mistake was coming here. Hot,  boiling water that slapped onto me; that caused a sharp sting onto my bare body. I scream. Yelling wasn't another good choice, my third mistake. My hair grabbed as a handful, then yanked back to make me face up. "Spare me. Ple--" another sharp pain, but onto my face. Sobs pour out of me. I see a blur from my tears. "Stop crying!" He barked. I see it's the same creep from earlier. I then came to realize something. He could have killed me, but he didn't. No. I shake my thoughts off. They want me to taste pain from their country. A voice pulled me back from thinking so much. "American. You. Filthy scum. Our Dear Great Leader, he has an idea. He will visit you soon." I frown as he looks away. His head snaps in my direction, him giving me a deadly glare. Shivers run up my spin. I quickly smile, hoping he didn't see that. "You fake American. Dirty. Dirty girl." His husky voice filled with disgust. He lets my hair go, finally. Then our eyes meet. His hand gently touches my cheek. When a sudden pull on cheek startles me. "Ow! Stop that." Shaking my head violently to get his grip off my innocent cheek, he does something rather surprising. He pats my cheek twice and whispers "You're like a child." That pissed me off. "I'm not a child!" His glare then softened. "I can tell." A smirk spreads on his face. His eyes looks hungry for something. And that something scares me. His eyes then trail down my body. As I'm only covered with a red bra, and matching panties. "This will work." His trailing eyes stopping at my lower half. I feel so exposed so I did what a girl could do. I shook my body with all my might. This is my last mistake, cause now I'll have to beg for it. His hands that are hard and anything, but soft. His hands slide down my waist. Then mid ways stops. "Beg for me. You dirty American. Beg to me with everything you can think of." Tears fill my vision up, now it's all blurry. No, don't cry. You're okay. It's okay. His hands then start to peel off my undergarments. I close my eyes.