Chapter 8
Anouk's initial worries about countless horny eyes leering at her being paraded naked around the prison proved to be unfounded. While passing many locked cell doors, they did not meet a single soul. Their walk was short, tough. Down the hallway Anouk's cell was located in, one stair down, presumably into the basement, and then right into the first door on the left.
The room she was pushed into looked a little different than the interrogation room at the border checkpoint. This one was considerably larger, probably twice the floor space of the one from before. The on thing both interrogation rooms had in common was, that they had no window. Instead, the light came from two old and flickering neon lamps on the ceiling and a rattling ventilation pumped air into the room, which smelled like rust and dust.
In the center, right behind the door, there was a large metal table with two chairs. The chairs however did not face each other, but into the same direction: The wall at the other end of the room. Then it deemed Anouk, that this time she was not going to sit during her interrogation.
Just like in the cells upstairs, the ceiling was higher than usual. And here, it also served a functional purpose: On the wall opposite from the table, a thick steel cable hung down from a pulley. It ended in a horizontal iron bar that slowly dangled from one side to the other. On the other end of the pulley, the cable ended in a mechanical winch that was mounted on the wall.
"We are going to prepare you now for your interrogation", the first soldier explained. "We know that your name is Anouk. And since we are going to spend some very intimate time together, unlike you, we will show the manners to introduce ourselves. My name is Diego and my comrade there is Camilo."
Camilo did not care about his introduction. Instead, he went over to one of the cabinets next to the door and produced a set of four leather cuffs. They looked heavily used. Anouk wondered, how many prisoners had worn them before. She noticed that the insides of the cuffs were padded, but assumed that the padding was not designed for her comfort, but to prevent her from injuring herself when she would writhe under the torture soon.
Anouk knew better than to resist when Diego and Camilo removed the metal handcuffs and in return closed the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Each cuff had a short chain connected to a ring on its outside. She understood the purpose of this when they maneuvered her under the iron bar and attached each wrist chain on one end of it. The chains on her feet were connected to rings drilled into the floor to her right and her left.
Then Camilo went over to the winch an started cranking it. Anouk felt her weigth gradually beginning to pull on her wrists as she was slowly lifted into the air. Soon, they had her on her tiptoes and then her feet lost their contact to the tiled floor entirely. But that was not the end of it. The soldier kept operating the winch until the ankle chains lost their slack and Anouk was stretched in the shape of an X in the middle of the air.
Being forced to remain in this stressful position, completely unable to shift her posture because the strain did not even allow the tiniest movement, was demanding. Anouk broke into sweat within seconds.
"Comfortable?", Diego teased, placing his flat hand against her midriff to feel the tensed muscles under her skin. He moved it upwards and gave each of her breasts a testing squeeze and each of her nipples a playful pinch.
Anouk groaned and revolted in her bondage. She wanted to tell this repulsive creep to stop touching her, but in her stretched position, she was not able to draw enough breath for the tirade her head was preparing. A strained "No!" was the best answer she could manage.
Diego only smiled and moved his hand down along her front. He petted the sparse stubbles of her slowly regrowing pubic hair (Anouk had shaved herself in preparation for the New Year's Eve party a week ago) and then began to finger her crotch, sliding his finger up and down between her labia and gently playing with her clitoris.
Another angry grunt of protest escaped Anouk's mouth. "No. Don't" was what she could add with effort.
"Do you not like me touching you?", Diego asked in played disappointment. "Maybe you prefer this instead."
He drew his cane and swiftly laid it down over Anouks right tigh. She reacted with a surprised gasp, then fell into a quick arrhytmic panting as she processed the pain. A second blow landed across both of her butt cheeks. This time, Anouk actually managed a small shriek. The second one had been delivered by Camilo who had also drawn his cane and joined his comrade. The two soldiers exchanged vicious grins and then started working Anouk over.
They slowly walked around her, alternatingly hitting her with their canes in various places. Her tighs, her stomach, her breasts, her butt and the small of her back all got their nice share of cane strokes. Diego and Camilo played with Anouk, making several swings miss deliberately before applying the next one. Soon they had her shaking and whimpering in a constant state of panic, not knowing when and where the next stroke would hit her.
Their game was interrupted and the two soldiers quickly retreated into a corner of the room when the door was opened and two men entered. After taking a short moment to calm down and blink the tears out of her eyes, Anouk recognized that one of them was Fonseca. He wore a dark grey suit, just like on the day he had arrested her. She wondered if it was the same dark grey suit or if he had an array of identical dark grey suits back at home. Why was she thinking this? She was being tortured! The agent's wardrobe was the least of her concerns.
"Good morning, Ms. De Vries", Fonseca greeted her formally.
Anouk did not reply. She suddenly felt a deep humiliation being spread out naked in front of the man who had put her into this hell, put on display like a piece of prime meat in the window of a butcher shop. And she was still coping with the pain from the caning.
"Ah, I see that you have already prepared her and warmed her up", Fonseca approved and gave the two soldiers a friendly nod.
The agent and the man who accompanied him went around the table and positioned themselves in front of Anouk to assess her. Fonseca took a sip from the paper cup he was holding. Anouk smelled coffee. It was probably just some cheap instant coffee tapped from a vending machine, but the pleasant smell crawled into her head and almost made her go crazy. After a week of bland food and only water to drink, she craved for something of a more substantial taste. Fresh tears appeared in her eyes.
"Don't be worried, Ms. De Vries", Fonseca reassured her, misinterpreting her tears as his finger retraced some of the bright red burning lines the cane had left on her chest. "These strokes have not yet been strong enough to break your skin. The marks should disappear within a day or two. Now, let's get down to business."
The agent and his companion returned to the table and took their seats. Both opened their briefcases and began to lay out folders and documents. Fonseca commanded the two soldiers to let Anouk back down a little so that she could catch a breath and focus on the questios. They complied by releasing the winch until the balls of her feet could touch the ground. This was indeed a small relief, since the worst strain was taken off her arms and her shoulders and Anouk felt that she could breathe a lot better again.
"Alright, Ms. De Vries", Fonseca opened. "Before we begin, let me clarify what this talk is about and what it is not about. The night before you were arrested, Ms. Moya, 'Orchid', was in the very same position that you are in now. And she talked. She told us a lot. Do not get the idea that you can weasel your way out of this by convincing me that you are innocent. The cirumstances of your arrest were unambiguous and supported by Ms. Moyas statement. We do not have any doubts about your guilt. All that we need from you for legal reasons is a confession. Do you understand?"
Anouk nodded. She did not know what else she should answer.
"Good", the agent appreciated with a quick smile. "By the way, the man sitting next to me is Oscar Tafalla. He will assist me during your interrogation. Mostly, he is responsible for the paper work."
Tafalla concluded his introduction with an indifferent bow of his head. He showed more interest in the piece of paper he had readied an now began to read out loud from:
"In the late evening of January 2, 2022, the declared public enemy Valentina Moya, born July 13, 2002 in Libria, today part of the Republic of Ascua, was arrested during a raid directed by the secret service of the Republic of Ascua. Upon her arrest, an SD card was recovered from her. The contents of the SD card were analysed and have been found to be destructive for the Republic of Ascua, containing
- scans of highly confidential government documents as well as private documents of high ranking government members,
- pictures of government facilities, illegally taken,
- and video statements of several individuals spreading blatant lies about the Ascuan government.
During her interrogation at Libria state prison, overseen by agent Guillermo Fonseca, Valentina Moya declared that she was supposed to hand the SD card over to a spy operating on behalf of the terrorist organization 'Orange Hand'. While she claimed not to know the identity of that spy, she gave away the codename 'Tulip'. Anouk De Vries, born October 15, 1995 in Goes, the Netherlands, was arrested on the morning of January 3. Based on Valentina Moya's descriptions, she is suspected to be the spy codenamed 'Tulip', who was supposed to accept the SD card and smuggle it to Estoria with the intention to leak confidential information about and to damage the reputation of the Republic of Ascua and its government."
An awkward silence lingered in the room. The only sound that could be heard was the crackling of the paper as Tafalla reorganized his files.
"So, Ms. De Vries", Fonseca said while lighting himself a cigarette. "Any thoughts?"
To be continued.