I don't think many of us here are true sadists who actively fantasise about inflicting the kind of suffering described here. I'm not....the clue's in the title I chose for myself - 'Chronicler'. Happier watching than doing - 'Voyeur' if you must.
In previous stories such as 8 Prinz Albrects Strasse, 1942, I have allowed myself to become enraged by the torturer, and satisfied those emotions with epilogues which Barb graciously allowed me to post in which the tormentor came to a sticky end.
In this case the tormentor was identified with Primus Pilus, a bloke who I've got to know on this site a bit and who I am happy to confirm would not hurt a fly in real life, and who is an all-round good egg. So I couldn't really become Barb or Pkin's brother and nip over to Turkey and eviscerate him....
So, I've channelled all the emotion that I've built up on this thread into a poem. Here goes:
Turkish Delight
Turkish Delight
Golden sun on golden sand
Smooth skin caressed by elemental joy
Elemental joy.
Turkish Delight
Turkish Delight
Welcomed by unwelcome frown
Now joy o’erwhelmed by elemental doubt
Elemental doubt
Turkish Delight
Turkish Delight
Naked girl in naked cell
Warm sun eclipsed by elemental cold
Elemental cold
Turkish Delight
Turkish Delight
Unknown future, unknown plans
Bowels churning with elemental dread
Elemental dread
Turkish Delight
Turkish Delight
Savage brute with savage whip
She trembles now in elemental fear!
Elemental fear
Turkish Delight
Turkish Delight
Vicious torture! Vicious blows!
Attacking! Hacking! Elemental rage!
Elemental rage
Turkish Delight
Turkish Delight
Suff’ring women, suff’ring shared
Shared agony of elemental love
Elemental love
Turkish Delight
Turkish Delight
Fractured dreams and fractured bones
Life’s spirit drained by elemental pain
Elemental
PAIN
Elemental
pain!
Elemental pain
Elemental
pain
Elemental…..
Turkish Delight