Part 54 April 2, 1974 - The Seventh Day, 7:00 AM, Wing D,
Eulalia was jerked awake from a very fitful, very troubled sleep as the cell door opened loudly and a guard yelled, “
Despierta, puta!” She jumped in her stance and triggered the collar. The guard laughed at his prank as the girl twitched with the electric shock. Still chuckling, he uncuffed her and threw her porridge and tea on the floor, spilling much. Still laughing, he locked the door, “
come abundante!”
As she gradually stopped trembling from the shock, Eul slid down to the floor and reached for her breakfast. With only two meager meals yesterday, the girl was starving. In a few moments she finished what was left of the tea and gruel and looked hungrily at the portion spilled on the filthy floor. She used her fingers to scoop up a little of the porridge at the top of the pile, but gagged at the thought of the rest. Looking longingly at the spilled food, Eul thought how low she’d come. Then she scooped a little more with her fingers and ate it.
The despair and depression of the previous night flooded back as she sat, cold, hungry, aching with pain, cramped in a tiny cell, facing another day of torment. How many more could she take!
Then the door opened again and her escort of guards appeared. Usually she had an hour or so to rest in the morning?
“
Levántate, perra! El Trueno wants you early this morning. He has much to do with you!”
The Seventh Day, 7:35 AM, Wing D, Interrogation Room 3
Coronel Rodríguez, Dean Hawkins,
Mayor Lopez, and Capitán Trueno sat relaxed and joking at the long table in Interrogation Room 3. Larger than the other rooms, this one contained several large pieces of equipment to which a prisoner could be attached. The table was spread with a continental breakfast of fresh fruit, pastries (including scones in honor of Dean Hawkins) and thermal carafes of hot coffee and tea. Though the room itself was quite cold, each chair had a seat warmer and a lap blanket to keep the occupant comfortable.
The door opened and Eulalia, escorted by four guards, entered, naked, cuffed and hooded. Trueno ordered her to be uncuffed and unhooded.
The men slightly taken aback by her weakened and pale appearance. Her eyes were dull with dark circles under them, and she had a haunted look. She glanced in turn, fearfully, at the men. What was Hawkins doing here? Looking around, she was a lone, starving, naked girl in a room with eight cleanly=dressed, well-fed men.
“Good morning, Miss Burns,” he said cheerfully. “I hope you passed a pleasant night in the
Villa.”
“We are sorry to have to wake you early this morning,” continued the
Capitán, “but
Coronel Rodríguez has an appointment with a friend of yours, Dr. Barbara Moore, of the IRC, and he didn’t want to miss your initial interrogation today.”
They all noticed Eul’s face jerk up at the mention of Dr. Moore’s name. She dared not ask a question, but her hope at hearing her supervisor was visiting was transparent.
“Yes, we will discuss your situation, Miss Burns,” said the Colonel. “I don’t think they really care much about you. But I’ll let you know what happened when I return from the meeting.”
Trueno instructed the guards to suspend Eul spread-eagled as yesterday. Two guards now held the cattle prod style
picanas.
“Now we need to get clear and truthful answers today, Eulalia,” Trueno started in his soft, cold interrogation voice. The sound made Eul’s blood run cold. She knew what it meant - pain!
“I asked you several times about the recorder yesterday, and your answers were not really satisfactory. In fact, they were lies.” At the word lies, by pre-arranged instruction, the guards placed their
picana on her butt and pussy respectively and pressed the buttons. They held them for about 15 seconds while the girl screamed and flailed in her bondage. Trueno swept his hand across for them to stop.
Eul collapsed, already covered with sweat, her body twitching, gasping for breath.
“Are you ready to tell the truth about the recorder?”
Eul desperately tried to think of what to say. She couldn’t, just couldn’t betray other people! She waited too long. The guards hit her with another round, this time the other butt cheek and her navel. They held for over twenty seconds before Trueno stopped it. Then the unfortunate woman still thrashed and twitched for almost as long.
While she recovered, the Colonel explained the working of the
picana to Dean Hawkins, who was fascinated by the science of it.
“It’s a rather old technology, used to prod cattle. 2,000 volts across the probes but moderate-low-current to prevent heart stoppage or such. Designed to penetrate and cause pain through a thick, tough cowhide. Judging from what the prisoners have said (to each other, when they didn’t know we were listening on secret mikes) the burning of the probes is the greater pain, but the shocks linger longer as the muscles keep twitching. A kind of double torture!”
“Are you ready to answer?” asked Trueno. “We’ll wave the rule of silence. Anything you want to tell us?”
“No...please…pant…pant…I’ve…I’ve told you, God! please no more.”
Trueno raised his hand to signal the guards, when Hawkins interrupted. Eul was surprised that this evil man would aid her. But, after all, what these men were doing to her must shock a refined, cerebral academic, she thought.
“May I?” he asked Trueno, pointing to the one
picana.”
“¡Sé mi invitado!” replied Trueno, graciously.
Hawkins stood up and came around the table to confront the girl. He took the prod from the guard who showed him the trigger. He faced Eul with an ear to ear grin. As she shook her head wildly, he brought the probes to her left nipple and held down the trigger. When she exploded in screams and desperate flailing, he grinned wider and struggled to keep contact with her bouncing tit. After almost thirty seconds, the guard gently took the
picana back. Robert realized he had held his breath the whole time. Slightly unsteady, he walked back to his chair.
When Eulalia had caught her breath, Trueno said, “Well, do you have an answer?”
Surprising even herself, Eul somehow had the strength or courage or loyalty to hold on. She couldn’t be the one to bring other innocent people to this hell on earth. “I’ve told you the truth,” she panted out.
“We shall see about that,” said Trueno in an especially soft, cold voice.
Over the next thirty minutes, he directed the guards with the
picanas, and two others with canes to attack her body over and over. At the end she was hanging limp, drenched in sweat. New cuts from criss-crossed cane strokes were bleeding and her muscles wouldn’t stop twitching from the shocks. But she had stuck to her story.
Coronel Rodríguez tapped his watch looking at Trueno, indicating he needed to leave before too much longer.
Trueno signaled the guard with the
picana behind Eul. The man smiled broadly and stepped up right behind her. Using one hand to steady her hips, he brought the
picana to her butt crack. With a sudden jerk, he shoved the end four inches up her rectum, causing her to tense and cry out. Then he pushed the trigger, and held for fifteen seconds.
It wasn’t exactly a scream. It was more of an animal howl. Her whole body went rigid.
The guard released the trigger but left the prod in. The other approached her front. Eul was still too stunned to react when he spread her raw pussy lips and placed the
picana at the entrance to her most intimate and private place. When he shoved it several inches up the dry passage, Eul surged in her bonds. Then he hit the trigger.
Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds…twenty seconds later, he released the switch but left the weapon buried in her cunt.
A minute later, when he had judged that Eul had regained her breath, Trueno asked, “Who gave you the recorder? Names?” Giving her only a few moments to answer, he gestured to both guards. The pressed down both triggers. Burning, shocking sparks shot into the depths of her bowels and the raw inside of her cunt. No sound came. Eulalia’s body clenched in a terrible rictus of pain! Twenty-five seconds, then he had the electricity cut off.
Patiently Trueno waited.
“Two agents, pant,…with MI6, pant…Thomas Downs and Roger Adams.” Eul heart broke as she gave in and betrayed others. But she could not take that pain!
The colonel got up, shook
Trueno’s hand, “
Felicidades. I must go see to Dr. Moore. I’ve kept her waiting.”
“I hope I haven’t caused you a problem,
mi Coronel.”
“Not at all. The problem will be Moore’s,” he laughed.
Trueno turned back to Eul, “and your instructions? Who to contact? Every detail, truthfully, Miss Burns. Or they will leave them both on for a minute at a time. The batteries last three hours!”
Trueno led her through the information. Every meeting, what was said, who was there, every contact here in Chile. When Eul hesitated to reveal a name or stumbled, one or both of her internal passages was shocked and burned. In the end, Eulalia was desperate to tell him everything she knew. Much was unimportant. British intelligence had used the last five days to remove the few exposed agents they had.
Trueno went over Eulalia’s information two more times to be sure it was complete and accurate. Though she only received a few more shocks, she wept for shame at condemning other to be tortured here.
Soon Trueno announced a lunch break and all left except the hanging girl and one guard.