Anticipation

Chapter 26 - Azalea

My body ached, my head hurt from fists being plunged into my temple. The soreness of my breasts hurt from the gripping that was being forced onto them. Franky never touched me that way, it was always the tender, caressing love. The colleagues who abused my body all took off their covers and head wraps, they were bare and looked like any normal Iranian. I didn't like to be touched like that, my body had never been abused in such a manner. When I would masturbate it would be swift and it meant something to me, not some type of seductive pleasure, well no... it was just in a meaningful way. All I could think about was how dirty I felt, how the dried blood was all over me. Cuts were now along the rim of my body that weren't stitched up which might cause an infection. The blood looked like something Franky would dig her hands into while cooking raw meat as it spewed out of my veins onto the old ripped mattress. My pride was disappearing, but that wasn't stopping me from trying to escape this horrid place.

The next day nobody came in and took away my dignity, nobody came and talked to me, nobody walked down those fold out steps from the ceiling. What happened was laughter, laughter of obnoxious inconsiderate Iranians who fled among the boards upstairs. Their walks became familiar with me, after about an hour of laughter the body of an unknown trespasser came rumbling down the steps in a heap, there was no head. The head followed next, then the stairs were pulled back upright into there position, it was Jack. My own partner was decapitated, how was he found? Abdul Azim was not joking around when he meant people like me who spy on raving animals like him become headless. My heart throbbed for Jack's family, along with Franky, Franky must know I'm being held captive. She must care.

A week past and the body became to have an odor of death, death as in the rotten smell mixed with garbage. My blood everywhere didn't make things lighten up anymore. I had new cuts on me, in new places and my hair was cut. My curls probably looked nappy and untouched, which was true because its not like I could put product in them. I was sweating worse than I would sweat in training and then the cold breeze would swipe over my unclothed body and become frozen. Nothing that I could do would bring me out of here, they don't even have a lead on where I am, unless someone else found the hiding spot and notified General Washington right away. Hopefully they did and were planning on how to ambush this demonic place.

I don't have contact with Franky, it has to be at least two weeks since I've been captive, I dont know how long I was knocked out before then. Franky must be really scared and worried, I hope she is anyway. My mind is corrupt with confusion on how I'm going to control this feeling I have. I guess being a Marine is something I have to be proud about not contemplating my career. All I know is after this I'm done, I'm staying home going to be a wife, support a family and be happily, crazily, insanely in love with Franky.