Trigger Warning: there is disturbing violence and non-consensual sex in this section. But also a birthday party!
Lima Puluh Satu
Interrogation Room 1, Guards Headquarters, Tuesday, 4:30 PM
For ten minutes, they watched through the glass as the Guard interrogators brutally beat Jiang. Then Chief Inspector, Musa bin Ibrahim, led Jack and Abdul into the room
“Enough for the moment. Good job.”
“Our pleasure, Chief Inspector.”
Musa turned to the other man. “Get the electric rod and hold it on his testicles so we can keep his attention. Start it at ‘5’” The man went to a side cabinet and came back with a tool that looked like a short fluorescent light bulb with the usual twin electrical contacts on one end and a handle and switches on the other. He plugged the long power cord into an outlet, and squatted on the floor and raised the end with the contacts underneath Jaing’s groin. He nodded to Musa that he was ready.
The two detectives walked in front of the bound and groaning man. Up close, Frost was even more impressed at the damage done without a single cut or any blood.
“Now, Corporal Jiang. We are going to ask you some questions.”
“Please ask! I’ll tell you anything! Please don’t hit me anymore!” The man was weeping hysterically.
“Maybe, you will. Or maybe you won’t. Or you might try to hesitate, mislead us, or even lie. Let me show you what will happen if you do.” Musa nodded to the man on the floor. He, in turn, pressed a switch on the handle, and a sparking sound could be heard for a fraction of a second before Jiang exploded in screams so loud as to drown out any other noise. Frost could have sworn that the man levitated a few inches in the air as his body convulsed. After about five seconds, the switch was released, and Jiang slumped back in the chair, his body dripping sweat and trembling uncontrollably.
Musa bin Ibrahim gave his prisoner thirty seconds to recover.
“Corporal Jiang.”
“Oh God,” he groaned. “Please, please, please!”
“Just answer my questions, and we can avoid more unpleasantness. Did you plan to assault Amanda Jones, before you saw her in the Square?”
“No. I never heard of her. The lieutenant pointed her out as a hot piece of ass, and I just agreed! ARRRRRGGGGGG!”
Musa had nodded to the man with the rod. As Jiang regained some self-control, Musa said,
“I would prefer that you not use disrespectful terms about that woman. Now, had you ever heard the name, Barbara Moore before yesterday?”
“No, no, never! Oh please. I can’t take anymore!”
“Oh. I think you can take a lot more if you don’t tell us the truth.”
It went on like that. Jiang wasn’t a sophisticated man and only wanted to avoid further pain. He tried to answer their questions as fast as possible. On occasion, when there was a possibility that he was lying, he was shocked again at 5, 6, or 7. But each time he stuck to his story. By the end, Frost and Musa believed that he was telling the truth. As they prepared to leave, Musa turned to an interrogator. “Go for another hour. Don’t damage him too much, but see if he sticks to the story or if you see contradictions. You may use up to ‘8'. And don’t forget the man brought dishonor on the Guards.”
“We won’t forget, Sir. The man replied with a salute and a grin.”
As the door was closing behind them on the way out, Frost heard another blood-curdling scream.
Phone Call between Rut Betar-Gisber and Josephine Shanmugam, Tuesday 8:45 PM
JS: What happened in the Appeal?
RBG: What should be a minor hiccup, my dear. Some citations that Hodges made blindsided some of the judges. Even I was not familiar with the cases. However, I don’t worry. The Court will not vote to overturn. But the judges felt they needed time to review and postponed until tomorrow.
JS: That was unexpected, wasn’t it?
RBG: Very! The fact that his brief was delayed helped him slightly. If it had been submitted on time, I would have had the chance to show the judges how to get around it. But sitting on the dais, the boys were frightened. My friend, Amina binti Razak, knew how to vote. I sent them all a little note after the hearing explaining the law. They will know what to do tomorrow.
JS: But I thought it was already decided. What did Hodges find to raise a serious question?
RGB: Some very obscure cases at which no one ever looks. They are worded to seem to be relevant here. But they will be dismissed. I must say I was very impressed by that young man. I seriously underestimated him. He is relatively new to Singapore and not familiar with our laws. However, in a few days, he unearthed, without any assistance, cases of which I would never have thought. He might be awkward and disorganized in court. But when it comes to research, he has a remarkable legal mind and an incredible ability to do research!
JS: I’ve been thinking of trying to get him on our side for the future. Do I have your permission to “woo” him?
RBG: I hope you are doing this for practical reasons and not just his boyish good looks. Although, I must concede he is about the handsomest-looking man I’ve seen in seventy years! But go ahead and have fun, my dear. He would be a valuable asset working for us. If you do succeed at the “wooing,” be warned, there could be punishment from Mama.
JS: That just makes his conquest all the more desirable!
Cell 22 Death Row, Changi Prison, Tuesday, 11:15 PM
Barbara Moore curled up on the thin mat in the corner of her cell, collared and leashed to the wall, naked. The guards hadn’t returned her shift when they had brought her back on her hand and knees. As she drew the tiny, thin blanket around her shoulders, she thought back to the evening. I hadn’t been as awful as the previous night with An – nothing could be that bad! The two older friends of the Commandant had been reasonably gentle. They just wanted to fuck a pretty girl. While they spanked her ass and breasts some, they were not primarily interested in hurting.
If that had been all, Barb would have thought the evening almost pleasant compared to the usual fare at Changi. But what followed was most disturbing.
At the two older gentlemen left, Lim Hua-Upp and the guards came in with clothes for Barb to wear for her next client. The idea of wearing clothes was refreshing, until she saw them – a cheerleader outfit. Probably the one kind of clothing that most offended Barbara. She started to open her mouth to object when Lim went to draw his truncheon. Barb quickly donned the humiliating outfit.
The top was a short, tight crop, white with red trim. As she pulled it down, it just came to the bottom of her breasts. The fabric was thin; the dark centers of her breasts were easily seen. Across the front, over her breasts, it said, “Cheer Bags!” and across the back, “Ride Me!” The bottom was a mini pleated skirt, made for riding very low on her hips, at just the top of her pubis and asscrack. On the front were the words, “Catch the Spirit” with an arrow pointed down between her legs. In the back, it said, “I’m a Backdoor Girl!” Matching collar and wrists cuffs along with white ankle socks and trainers, completed the picture.
Lim patted her on the butt and said, “Give the kid some good entertainment!” laughed and left with the other guards.
Barb’s third client came into the ”entertainment” room looking exactly as he was supposed to, a short, shy school kid with glasses, who’d never been on a date. He took one look at Barb, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. She also noticed that another part of his anatomy almost popped out of his dockers.
He looked very young. Hell, thought Barb, he isn't half my age! “How old are you? What’s your name?” she asked in a friendly voice. She felt sorry for this shy boy.
“Eighteen!” he said proudly. Then a little reticent, “Last week. You are my birthday present! I’m Timmy.”
“Well, Timmy,” said Barb, walking up to him and kissing him full on the lips, “Happy Birthday!”
Barb went to work doing as the boy requested, awkwardly trying a few cheers, splits, and bend-over ass flashes. Before she saw it, he has his pants off and was mounting her from behind. This kid wasn’t that naïve! His cock was very big for a small teenager, but the kid had no sense of how to work with a girl to fuck. It was all shove it in and pound. Barbara tried to make it enjoyable for him and to bring him off quickly. Mercifully that worked, and he collapsed after a quick ejaculation. Barb sighed in relief that her night as a whore was over. However, she had forgotten the stamina of teenage boys. Almost before his prick softened, his erection returned, and he was looking to learn more from this sexy slut at his command. After two more rounds with this well-endowed boy and after the earlier enthusiastic men, Barb was getting sore. She started getting dressed as she gently suggested that the boy save the rest for girlfriends his age.