American in North Korea

Tears smell

Author Note: Hi! Sorry for the long wait. So, to show my thanks... Drum roll please! I made this chapter a little longer. And if you're worried if I won't update soon-- no worries I'll update this weekend. Okay please comment, vote, and keep on reading. Bye~!!!
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My eyes are squeezed closed, tears rolling down my face. His hands move off my body. I slowly open my eyes to see him close to my face. He throws his head back in laughter. He stares at me, the stare of hell. "W-what?" I look afar past his sinister glare. His smirk then arises like dough. He then walks off to a part of the room I can't see. It's a wall blocking my vision. He pulls a steel table that you'd see at a medical place. Trailing it along with each of his steps towards me. The steel table creaking ever so loudly. Then he stops in front of me. His hands delicately touch each tool. As if trying to arouse the tools slightly. From what seems as a barber wire cutter on the selection of tools. I can't make out much from my angle. Bloody tools, not a pun. No pun intended. Literally, I can't help staring at the stains of blood. It's like it's telling me my death story. He looks up flashing his sinister charm. Ah. Fuck my life. Walking to me, ever so slowly. Bending down, eye to eye level with me. Pulling me closer to him, then breaths my scent. I'm so terrified, I can't do much of anything. I am still chained up to this wall. Maybe I should bow down, whimpering to please him. I just want to live, go home, and feel safe. "Open your mouth." His eyes are burning through mine. "No. Please. Please no." I look away. His hands smack down on both of my sides. "Open your fucking mouth!" He growls. One of his hands collide with my throat. "I-I can't b-breath." I gasp for air, while rapidly clawing at his hand. "Die you American scum." His grip is even more tight on my throat. He seems amused. I'm trying everything in my power to get him off me. I try kicking him, hurt him, anything. I'm desperate for my life and safety. He lets go after a long few seconds. He starts to toy with his belt. "I haven't had much fun, in awhile. Play with me." His husky voice dominating over my own thought. A door creaks open as if announcing its presence.
The man who was bent to my eye level, then snaps up into an approved position. He bows down deeply to show his respect for his leader. "Welcome, Dear Great Leader." His tone of a military man. Their leader does a shoo hand. "Yes. Yes. What do we have here?" He practically purrs his entire sentence. He scans my body in disgust. "You petty, poor American. You should be happy to be in our great country." He smiles to himself. "What is your name?" He asks impatiently. I glance between the both of them, not daring to speak. "You dumb American! Speak now!" Their leader shouts at me. I open my mouth, but no words come out. "I.. My name is..." I stammer along trying to think of what to say. "Punish her." He stares at me unfazed as I'm screaming begging for mercy. And then it happens...