Chinese Daughter Torture

It was two in the morning on the last night of my weekend pass. I had spent most of the weekend in the bars around Hua-lien, Taiwan, looking for women but striking out every time. It turns out; the Taiwanese don’t like Americans either, even if we are their ticket to sovereignty. As I said, it was two in the morning on the last night of my pass…I was desperate for action and stumbling around the streets drunk.

Suddenly, a set of hands reached out from a dark alley and pulled my drunken ass to the ground. In a flash, I saw red…then I was unconscious. When I woke up, my uniform had been stripped off me and I was strapped into a chair. It wasn’t really a chair in the traditional sense, and the straps weren’t the most unusual aspect of the chair. The seat was shaped like a toilet seat, which completely exposed my asshole. Cold air was being blown in the room like a cold winter day in Colorado. I was freezing and confused.

The room was completely round, and the walls were a dark gray color, which appeared to be metal. The lights in the room were blindingly bright. I didn’t want to look up into them because seeing things was all there was between me and being completely fucking scared. I heard a door open behind me. I couldn’t move to see who it was, but that didn’t matter. A short Asian male walked around the room to face me, but he stayed close to the wall about 10 feet away from me. His green uniform indicated the son-of-a-bitch’s Chinese alignment. He was one of the guys we were here to kick the fuck out.

He spoke in Chinese first. I didn’t understand a word of it. Then, I felt a sudden stab of pain from my kneecaps to my forehead as thousands of volts of electricity was applied to my bare ass on the seat which I now knew was metal. The Chink bastard repeated himself in Chinese, and I screamed back at him, “I don’t fucking speak Chink.” The pain lasted about five seconds longer this time as I collapsed into an unconscious blackness.

I couldn’t have been out long. I felt a sudden splash of hot water and the rush of cold air that shrank every part of me that could shrink. My nuts were climbing up into my stomach for warmth. I looked around the room as much as I could. That bastard Chink wasn’t there anymore. Instead, there was this girl in a school uniform. She spoke softly and in perfect English.

“I apologize for my father. He doesn’t really want to torture you, but he needs some information that you might have.”

“Did he think to ask me in English.”

“He doesn’t speak English.