War Crimes

[darkstalker]

alright, i've gone back and edited this story and added a bit more detail to it. so hope you enjoy the revision.
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Kari lifts her drowsy head from the pillows, looking towards the alarm clock. Five A.M. She slaps her face back on the pillows, sighing inwardly. She doesn’t want to get up at this god fucking time of day!
“Shut that damned thing off,” says her roommate with a low moan, rolling over on her own bed, pressing her face deep into her pillow, her brown hair billowing out before her.
Kari rolls over, looking up towards the ceiling. She’s supposed to meet Senator Romstad, the decorated war veteren from the Vietnam war today. He’s a fuck of an early riser. Still, she needs to get going if she’s going to make her appointment.
It is rumored the senator has information on the great atrocities she’d heard years ago happening in the war. Rumors that have run the grape vine but been covered up or denied by the press. But the senator seems to have information on what happened and is willing to share. This is very important to her. It might help expose the corruption of the highest level in the war and help move the rights for women forward if it’s brought to light what has happened in secret. And once out there’s no turning back.
Forcing herself, she gets up, removing her shift and letting it drop to the floor. Quickly she showers and gets dressed, dawning a blue tube top which accentuates her large double D breasts and a short cream colored skirt that almost rides up her legs. A soft white blouse finishes complimenting the outfit along with cream colored high heels. She tucks in the blouse, tying it at the base and leaving it open down the middle. Running her hands through her shoulder length hair, she looks at herself one final time in the mirror.
With her pale white skin and eyes not slanting nearly as much as other girls, many have claimed she is pure white, which she is not. But it has helped her get better job offers and move up through society. After all, who doesn’t like a good looking white girl, even if she has some Asian heritage in her background?
She quickly shuts off the lights and rushes out the room. “I’ll be back soon!” she says, her hips swaying in her tight skirt. The door slams behind her with an audible thud, the alarm still blaring, her roommate staring red eyed at the ceiling and thinking of how she is going to kill Kari when she gets back...

*****

BANG! BANG! BANG!
The front door to Senator Romastad’s home thuds with the pounding of the door. He rushes downstairs in his robe, nearly tripping over himself and cursing as he ties his belt quickly around his waist. His robe is undone and his short white hair is unkempt, eyes still red from lack of sleep. He shouldn’t have stayed up watching all those videos but then who in the god damned hell is knocking at the doors at seven in the god damned fucking morning?
He hits the edge of the rail with his right toe as he comes down the stairs and curses loudly. Stomping to the door, he opens it quickly. “Do you know what God Damned Time it...”
When he sees the girl, he stops, speechless. She has silken cream skin, can’t be more then twenty five or twenty six years old, probably measuring a little bit below five-four. And god damned, how those breasts press against the fabric of her top, the nipples hard against them, wanting to pop out! He can almost imagine how they’d feel, molding inside his hands. Her silky white hips hug the fabric of her skirt nicely and Romstad can feel his member tenting, his anger already forgotten, dark thoughts racing through his mind suddenly.
“Senator?” she asks. “I’m Kari Chen Saiyuki, from Valley View Women’s University? You remember me? We spoke about a week ago.”
He stands himself erect, trying to keep his member from tenting fully and runs his thick hand through his short cropped hair, now graying at the edges. “Yes. From that women’s lib university, if I remember right?” he says, his voice somewhat bitter.
Kari nods, a bob of her short hair, eyes vibrant, seeming not to have noticed his bitterness. “Yes, we set up the appointment today about your years in Vietnam? You said you had some information on... “rumors,” being spread of the horrendous war atrocities committed against women. I wanted to speak with you about that.”
Looking her over, glancing over her soft white skin and creamy thighs, he wonders what it would be like to buck against her hips and hear this little bitch yell in pain, begging him to stop. And why not? Maybe he and Ms. Saiyuki can have some personal fun later. With some guys from the old gang of course.
He and smiles and leans over, pressing a button just next to the door frame that turns on the cameras inside the house. He keeps them off most of the time to keep some privacy but he’ll have them on for now, with no sound, so it won’t matter what is said here. And there are some men he knows who might like to know what this whore looks like. Yes, this night’s festivities will be long and rough and of the type Ms. Saiyuki certainly won’t enjoy. Of course... that only makes the idea better! But first... he must play the proper host.
He licks his upper lip and motions the girl into the living room. “Come on in,” he says. She nods and with a smile, she steps inside, he getting behind her and locking the door. He loves the look of those hips and that skirt riding up them, how she sways them side to side like there’s nothing wrong with that, teasing him this way. It reminds him of the olden days when he’d bend a bitch over and spread her legs open to shove his hard meat shaft into her, not even worrying to lube their cunts up. Always made their cunts tighter and made for better fucks. Yes, those were good days back then. Looking at Kari’s hips, he thinks, maybe he can relive them over again...
He can only imagine what it will be like to make this gook bitch scream as he plunges into her warm body over and over again. He grins, that idea bringing a smile to his lips. He’ll need to prepare...

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He remembers those days. The hot sweaty treks through the woods, branches crunching beneath their boots, the weight of the gun in his arms. But despite that, the men on that day had been happy. Grinning ear to ear even while swatting away some foreign bugs from the brow. Happy. Why? Because of the slut they had with them.
An Asian gook they’d said was spying on the troop from a nearby village. He’d smiled then, a short twisting of his lips. That part had been an obvious lie. She’d only been gathering water along the river’s edge if he remembered correctly. Not that it matters much. Never did in the end.
They’d been the ones sneaking, watching... looking as the woman’s clothing dripped open over her shoulder revealing a nice expanse of orange yellow cleavage from their position, her bosom obviously not covered by any cloth or wrap. Not a bra in sight. Tempting them all with her unseen nipples. About nineteen or twenty she looked. Perfect age, perfect shape. Not overly used if at all and fairly young. With that fair exposed bosom, the teats already nearly poking out of that robe, wanting to slip out... He remembers even then wanting to tear her robe open and bite into those nice orbs, tear into them and leave his tooth marks. Their perfection wouldn’t last, and it wouldn’t be because of her age. It had been too much for he and the men already. He’d given the order, motioning towards the girl.
Colbert had taken aim, grinning as he’d pushed the tobac into his left cheek and squinted his eyes. He’d shot the dirt rapidly in front of the girl’s feet, spilling air and dust into the air, enough to make a grown elephant stampede and more then enough to make the woman shriek. She’d dropped her large bowl, letting it splash on the floor and made a break for it. This had caused the men to whoop and holler with their war cries, popping out of the jungle like a pack of savages, which by all rights, as Romstad remembered, they were. He included among them.
They’d given chase quickly, shooting randomly and yelling to make the woman scramble through the woods, stumbling and falling over. Very noisy she’d been, crying and screaming the whole time. A blind man could’ve followed her. But they hadn’t been blind, they’d simply let the chase go on for a few minutes, letting her think she might get to the village in time, as if that would do any good anyways. It was more about watching her run, seeing her desperation, and watching those hips sway. That was the real treat. When she’d fallen a few minutes, panting, with sweat dripping down her face and body, Dirk had put the muzzle of his AK 47 against her temple. The game had come to an end then, for her at least, as far as the chase went, anyhow. The other part of it was about to begin.
“Make a move,” he’d whispered, a dark glint in his eyes, “and I’ll blow your brains out all over the canopy floor.”
She’d been shaking, trembling and slowly she’d raised her arms into the air. One man had grabbed the cloth by her right shoulder and jerked it down, revealing her creamy yellow skin to everyone. They’d all whooped and crowed at that. Then the man, Shawn he remembers, had leaned down, still holding her clothing down and run his tongue over her shoulder. “Gonna’ love pinning you to the ground and making you holler bitch,” he’d whispered. She’d begun to bawl then and Shawn had slapped her across the face, throwing her to the ground. He’d kicked her in the stomach for good measure. “Haven’t even started and this bitch is already sobbing!” he’d yelled.
Romstad had instructed them to subdue the woman and bring her back to their camp for interrogation. A rope had been looped around her neck, wrapping tightly, almost choking her. He hadn’t cared, loving the sounds of her gagging, her tongue sticking out as the men had jerked at the rope and pulled her to her feet, each taking a turn to invade her mouth and orally abuse her with their tongues, pulling her up and then passing her from one man to the next... and during it all she’d been clawing at the chord that had been biting into her skin. But any time she loosened it at all one man would jerk her towards him, tightening it up again, making her eyes bulge, mouth opening to catch some air, but instead catching a man’s tongue going down her throat. They’d done that for the whole trek back to camp, letting her fall or pushing her down so she’d choke, then jerking her up by the rope so she’d be gagging, eyes rolling and pulling her up so they could thrust their tongues into her mouth while free hands jerked open her robe and pulled at her large bosom, squeezing the firm mounds between greedy calloused fingers. It was a hell of a day. He remembers that well.

Romstad resist the urge to smack this reporter girl’s bottom as she stares at him, her eyes wide as saucers. She swallows, her throat parched. He hadn’t mentioned he was the one who had instructed they bring the girl in for questioning, only implied he was there. Best to leave out how involved he really was in the whole affair. Let her sweat it out and question it. Wonder if maybe he’d only been a grunt following or not. It will bring her back. And with the details he says he knows, it’s making this girl go pale already, her hands balling up into fist, her brows knitting into a frown.
So it’s anger and not fear that has her, thinks Romstad, turning away from her, noting how her eyes seem to burn with a certain passion. It will be fun to break her in then, he thinks. More so then most of the gooks over at nam’ who had little enough courage to begin with. But he notes as he looks down at her, that her nipples are pressing against the fabric, hard from fear as he doubts it’s excitement. It’s something she can’t escape no matter how much she wishes to.
Romstad smiles. “Let’s take a seat in the living room and we can speak about these issues some more,” he says, motioning towards the two sofas with the dining table in between them. He smiles, thinking back on his memories.

Kari nods. The idea of those barbarians chasing after that young woman for no reason, in itself, scares her, but at once ignites within her a type of anger. Her fists are shaking, blood pumping at the thought of what this girl could have gone through. She can’t think what she’d do in the same situation and she is glad she has no worries of such things happening to her.
“Here you go,” says the senator, placing the cup before her. She drinks slowly, taking slow, soft sips. “Should I continue?” says the senator. She is quiet for moment, not sure she wants to know more information, but nods. The public has to know about this. She has to know. No matter how awful the truth is. “Yes,” she says, swallowing back a lump in her throat. “Continue.”

The senator grins. This girl, even though she is angry, she is also quivering, her chest heaving under that tight top of hers, those nipples of hers pressing against the fabric. He watches as some light perspiration forms on her brow and licks his upper lip, thinking on how she might taste, his teeth on her nipple as he pulls and stretches her mammary flesh. How she might scream as he does so. He smiles. Slowly, deliberately, his words begin to come as another part of him begins to plan how to capture this girl before him.

The wooden branch had smacked hard against the woman’s delicious rear, her delectable derriere jiggling, making her howl in pain, pleading in some unknown foreign tongue. Not that they cared, they just liked to smack her ass. When she complained, the men would smack her behind, making her stumble forward, sometimes falling down over something and then the men would really beat her ass, taking turns to really wear at it until she got herself back up. The wackt, wackt of wood against flesh as it tore into skin and ripped flesh, resounded in Romastad’s ears. The Asian woman’s rear had become a mess of purple welts with oozing blood where the branch had torn through flesh. It looked a mess with the dark hues and red scratches with seeping red blood. Not that this did anything to lessen their hard ons. On the contrary. Her pain only made it so their rods were stiff and att attention, preparing them for when they entered her and fucked her raw.
The woman had cried, sobbing. The tears streaking down her face, snot dripping down her mouth and chin. It did nothing to lessen the abuse they inflicted on her. Nor did the wales of agony she gave. They had been close to base then, so it hadn’t matter how much they beat her, and if they thought she was too loud they’d simply pulled on the rope to make her gag and choke.
They’d suspected she was North Korean, not that they cared. To them she was just some hot meat to tap. And that yellow gold skin was truly alluring. Soon they’d be taking their hot sausages and plunging them back and forth in the hot little twat, making her really beg. While being shot at back and forth by shadows in the woods in a god forsaken country was their duty as patriots, they’d felt it a need to take some small pleasures from the outgrowth surrounding the area.
Pick off some of the enemy here and there and then pick up a golden hued honey and turn her into their fuck meat. That would get a chuckle from the men all the time. Sometimes some of the men complained there weren’t any white bitches around to fuck. That had been Lenny, mostly. He always wanted to stick his oversized dick into some white bitch.
No. No white bitches here, Ronstad would say. Only a bunch of slant eyed Korean whores. Walking over the woman, he’d halted the men, making them stop. Taking a branch from the floor with a pointed top, he’d jerked the woman’s rope, lifting her to her feet. She’d scrambled, her feet scraping across the canopy floor, spilling leaves into the air, spit and drool falling from parted lips as the rope bit into her neck. Romstad had slapped her hard across the face and bent her over then, his knee on her back while he jerked the rope so her back was arched, hands scrabbling at her throat. He’d heard her gasp, her eyes bulging, tongue sticking out and pressed his knee further, enjoying the hoots from the men who commented on her swaying tits now fully exposed through their trek. Licking his upper lip, he’d positioned the branch at the base of her anus and smiled. She hadn’t even noticed because she’d still been trying to scramble for breath. Too bad. It was then he’d plunged the branch into her sphincter, shoving it in full force so a good portion went in at once.
She had screamed loudly then, her voice shrill, making the birds in the nearby trees flutter out, cawing and shrieking in a cacophony of sound and plumage. But Romstad had ignored it all, pulling the rope back on the woman’s neck while he twisted the branch in the woman’s rear. “Do you want this, you slant eyed gook?” he’d asked her as he’d twisted the branch, enjoying how her anus hugged the wood tightly, pooling blood around the width of it. “Do you like feeling this up your ass? Cuz you’re going to feel far worse when we get to camp!”
The woman’s only reply had been a piteous moaning, the tears streaming down her cheeks. He’d pushed the branch deeper into her anus, loving her shrieks as she’d jerked on the rope, her breasts swinging wildly. He’d loved watching as the blood oozed around the staff, dropping little droplets onto the leafy floor. After a minute he’d wrenched it out suddenly, jerking the rope back on the woman so she fell next to him as he pulled it away. It had come away with a tearing sound and he remembers having seen what he thought to be a small piece of meat attached to the pointed end. He’d smirked and chewed on that end, tasting how tender her flesh was. He’d really make her scream when he put something else between her ass cheeks. He’d seen her then, crying as he chewed on the end of the stick. “Want some?” he’d said. “Then here!”
Opening her mouth with his thick fingers he’d forced the wood end that had been in her anus into her parted lips and pushed it in against her cheeks. She’d started choking immediately, trying to expel the foul thing as he’d pushed it to the back of her throat. He hadn’t let her push it out, instead yelling “Suck it you Asian whore! We know what those lips are good for! Suck it!” while all the time plugging her nose shut so she’d be forced to breathe through her mouth. It had been lovely seeing her squirm, her breasts swinging before him as she’d fought for air.
She’d cried, her tears flowing, but he’d twisted the branch around, causing her to gag, drool and spit falling from her lips and spilling over the opening of her kimono like clothes. The spit puddled around her breast and sunk into the garments and Romstad had laughed, not pulling the branch out from her mouth until the blood had been cleaned off, pushing it in and out like it were a hardened dick needing cleaning. She’d sucked it well enough, for an amateur. She’d get more practice at camp.
She’d fallen then, against the ground, coughing, some blood spilling out with her gasp. Romstad had simply chuckled, pressing his boot down against her temple and raising the branch over his head, having decided then and there to once more beat the woman’s ass. The wackt of the wood against her rear now accompanied by small splatters of blood from her damaged sphincter delighted him. Her gold hide no longer so pristine now bore his mark and he’d enjoyed every minute as the girl had screamed and beat her palms against his boot and the drying leaves.

The cup comes back down on the table with a clatter and Romstad wakens from his reverie to stare at the reporter girl, the spilled drink funneling into the edges and crevices of the table. Romstad stares with some anger, his hand tapping lightly at his knee. He should slam the bitch down on the table, make her lap the liquid up with her tongue or clean it off with her tits. It would be the proper thing to do with this gook slut. But he doesn’t say or do anything.
Instead he stares at the woman before him, shaking wildly, her breathing coming down roughly in quick thick rasp. He watches as her chest expands and contracts, her eyes partially dilating. Her tits press beautifully against the fabric and he thinks, more then likely she’s not wearing a bra. The whore.
He smiles, taking a soft sip from his own cup and sets it down gently. He’ll make her clean the shit out of his ass later. That’ll make up for her manners here.
“Perhaps,” he says, “you would like to come back later when your nerves have calmed down a bit. You seem shaken.”
She nods, the wicker of a smile crossing her lips. “Ye-yeah. I should...”
She gets up, her legs obviously shaking, knees almost clattering. Her imagination must be very vivid, and she nearly jumps when he places his hand on her shoulder. He loves the look in her eyes, the wide eyed fear. He restrains himself, simply giving her a brief grip on the shoulder instead of turning her around and slamming her on the coffee table, tearing that tube top off her breasts and biting into those lovely mounds of hers. No. He’ll give her real reason to fear him later. But not now... not now.
“Come back at eleven tonight. I have some men I know who will have more of the information you want.”
“E-eleven?” she asks in an almost quavering voice. His lips twist into a grin, his eyes glinting darkly. She’s doubting the safety of this. But will she take the bait?
“Yes,” he says, goading her. “You aren’t afraid of the dark, are you?”
“N-no,” she says, turning and taking his hand in a quick shake. Her hand is sweaty and he holds her firmly, loving that wet feel. Tonight it’ll coat her whole body and he’ll lap it off her, slowly, along with her blood. He can’t wait.
“Don’t worry about that girl,” says Romstad. “Nothing like that will happen to you.” No. He’ll make sure it’s worse.
She chuckles quietly and nods, her breathing slowing and tension visibly draining. Romstad lets her go and watches as she leaves, her hips swaying back and forth. He shuts his eyes and remembers....

Remembers the feel as he’d bent the Asian girl down, spreading her pussy wide and speared her, not waiting to give her any lubrication and quickly pounded away at that Asian gook’s hips, her body slapping wetly against his hairy balls, her insides warm and hot to the touch. “Yeah, fucking gook,” he’d said, as he’d continued his relentless assault on the poor woman, his hips bucking violently against hers. “This is all you’re good for, pounding and fucking!”
She’d simply bawled. Tears streaming down her cheeks. Her anus had seemed to match her eyes, dripping wet, but with warm blood instead of warm tears. He’d smiled and said, “one of you twats wanna’ take her fucking mouth? I’m getting tired of all her whining!”
“Sure thing Sarge!” Lenny had said, gripping the girl by the hair and jerking her head up, not even bothering to give her a warning before stuffing his balls down to the back of her throat, balls deep in her neck. Quickly he’d started pounding away at her throat, not caring how the girl had choked, her cheeks puffing up, a sickly gagging issuing from her mouth, the drool pooling from her lips over her and chin and spilling over the dirt floor. Lenny hadn’t cared. He’d simply choke fucked the bitch as he went. For all his talk of wanting white pussy, Lenny had always been the first to move up after Romstad in fucking the whores. Not that the others were ever far behind, but Lenny was always the first. He’d always be fucking the girls in the throat, making them gag and choke, smiling the whole way. He’d had a preference for their mouths, soft lips on his prick as he’d choke the life out of em with his hips. He’d always had that preference since back when Romstad had first met him.

Romstad leans on his cheek, smiling. The phone rings and he jerks up, spilling his own coffee on his lap, the burn stinging. “Damn it,” he curses, getting up quickly as he places the coffee back on the table and answers the phone.
“Hello?” he says in a less then cordial fashion.
“Hello sir. Do you remember you have an appointment at 7:45 with the director of justice?” It’s Cindy, a blonde haired blue eyed girl he’d managed to take on as secretary.
“Cancel it,” says Romstad.
“What?” says Cindy, confused. “This meeting is...”
“Cancel it,” he says, repeating himself. “Reschedule it for a month from now. I have some emergency business to attend.”
“Yes sir,” she says.
“Oh and Cindy?” he says, before she hangs up.
“Ye-yes?” she says meekly, fearing what he is about to say. “Will you call the boys after rescheduling the meeting and have them meet me here by 10p.m. tonight?”
“Ye-yes sir,” she says swallowing. After a moment’s hesitation she asks, “will I need to attend at ten as well, sir?”
He chuckles, loving her quick intake of breath. He’d been using Cindy as his personal fuck toy for the past couple of months since he’d discovered she’d snuck some funds of his into her account. He’d let her keep the money, in exchange for some personal services. He’d been considering using her more severely, perhaps permanently, when Kari had showed at his door. Lucky bitch. Maybe he’ll let her go.
Smiling, he says, “No Cindy, not this time.” The intake of breath as she relaxes is clearly audible and he smiles, thinking perhaps he should bring her over anyways for some early on entertainment, but he lets it go, thinking he won’t have the proper stamina for Kari if he lets himself go off on Cindy.
“Yes sir,” says Cindy, quickly hanging up the phone before Romstad can change his mind. He chuckles and lays the phone back down on the receiver, heading back to the door he’d left open in his haste to answer the phone. The girl is already gone. Too bad, he’d have liked to check out her fine ass a little bit more before she left. But she’ll be back, and then she’ll never leave. Like that gook they’d been fucking....

All the gook’s holes had been ravaged violently over that night and the next couple of days while they’d had vacation time and she’d lain sprawled on the floor, spread eagle almost, cum sticking to her breasts and stomach, sprayed all over her face, her hair a sticky mess. They’d used the whore for hours and her pussy had showed it, purpled and leaking cum. Her anus too, course that one had been bleeding a bit before the fucking. Just the way they’d liked it. Treat these gook sluts the way they should be and it would show. With a troop several men strong she’d ended quite a dirty mess.
“What now?” Romstad had asked of the men, a smile etched across his face.
“She’s had a shower already, sarge,” Dirk had said. “How about we string her up and set her to dry? Girls appreciate a nice drying over a fire, no?”
Romstad had chuckled and the others had openly laughed. They’d done this once or twice with the girls before this one. They’d quickly grabbed the Asian, tying her arms and legs to separate trees so she was spread eagle and then spread her pussy wide and dripping so all the men could see, using hooks to spread her pussy lips with old fishing lines. Then they’d stuck the wood underneath her after gathering a pile of it. She’d looked worn and tired, staring at them all, her face puffy from the beatings she’d taken, one eye barely able to open, so swollen it had been. She hadn’t understood what was going on back then, only that her torture was going to continue. Her bronze skin had taken on a purple sheen and she was far from pretty anymore. So this was her send off.
They’d started the fire, while she watched. At first the girl hadn’t understood it but as the fire got bigger she’d begun to struggle, begging and crying as the flames licked at her pussy, her body soon drying of the cum and beginning to sweat. They’d purposely made the fire bigger, making her scream and beg, shaking her body back and forth, the fires openly burning at her vagina, singed flesh now able to be smelt, lighting her pussy hairs on fire. The men had laughed, talking of how Korean women tasted under an open fire and when she was done they did take a taste, of that delicious well worn pussy of hers. It had crunched in his mouth and he’d taken to cutting a piece from her lovely rear while others took their share of breasts meat and what else they’d like. They’d left the rest to the crows to peck away at.

He shakes his head and nods. Happier times those. Now he’d just need to wait for the other men and get everything prepped. He turns away, shutting the door and locking it behind him as he prepares for the new girl’s coming at eleven. He strokes his shaft, already feeling a warm sensation that he’ll need to deal with before that bitch comes along.
Nodding, he heads to the phone dialing out the number. She picks up almost instantly. “Cindy, I think I’ll need you to come down after all. There’s something I need you to take care of personally before my meeting tonight.”
He hears the intake of her breath and this makes him even harder. He’ll have Cindy for now, but the real play will be when he strips that bitch of a girl and truly shows her what he did to gooks in Nam’.

******

Alicia stares into the mirror, holding her long brown hair up so she can look at it. She’s tired of having it hanging down around her face. Maybe if she were to put it in a braid? She looks towards the mirror, analyzing her bronze skin, when the door slams open to her room.
Alicia walks out in a rush, seeing Kari storm into the room, throwing her bag on the bed, biting back tears. Alicia walks towards her, kneeling down. Kari’s eyes are distant and she turns away when Alicia tries to look at her. “What’s wrong?” she ask.
Kari is silent for a time and Alicia pats her shoulder and nods. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready.”
“I think...I think the senator is involved with the scandals,” she says.
“What?” asks Alicia, confused. “What scandals?”
Kari turns her eyes slowly towards her friend, her body shivering. “The ones in Vietnam. I think he was involved.”
Alicia is taken aback by this. Can it really be possible? “Are you sure? He’s a senator! Certainly he can’t...”
“I know what he said!” says Kari, standing up suddenly, her fist clenched. She turns away, stomping to the end of the room. “The bastard!” She rubs her eyes. “He described how they tortured a girl in the war. How she had nothing to do with anything and they tortured her!”
Alicia is staring wide eyed, her mouth agape. Slowly she regains her composure and walks over to her friend, rubbing her shoulders lightly.
“Certainly he’s exaggerating. He couldn’t..”
“And he wants me to go back at eleven!” yells Kari. “I’m so... AAAgh!” she growls in frustration.
“So what are you going to do?” says Alicia.
“I don’t know,” says Kari, shaking her head. “The guy gives me the creeps.”
“Then you shouldn’t go.”
“No,” says Kari, looking at her with a firm determination. “I have to.”
“Why?” asks Alicia. “Certainly if he did all these things..”
“I have to. For those girls that were tortured. I need to know the truth.”
“But..”
“It’s something I have to do,” says Kari, cleaning away her tears. “Otherwise what’s the point?”
Alicia leans forward and hugs her friend close. Pulling away, she tilts Kari’s chin up. “Be careful,” she says. “Will you do that?”
“Of course,” says Kari. “You know me.”
“Of course,” says Alicia turning away and walking back towards the bathroom. She watches as her friend turns around and sits on the bed, holding her head between her hands and then biting her knuckles. She’s worried. And that worries Alicia. Shaking her head, she turns back to the bathroom, going back to her initial issue and trying to push away her friend’s worries. Certainly it can’t be too bad. The man is a senator. What can he really do?