Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 16

I do not know how long I was out but it had to have been a while due to the depth of cuts the ropes around my wrists had made. I was awakened by a bucket of cold water being thrown on my face, chest and stomach. My eyes flashed open and I sputtered as the water dripped out of my nose, off my face, down my chest and tummy to the floor. As my eyes focused I could see that both inquisitors had returned to the room. The one I had bitten had some sort of a bandage on the side of his head. It appeared as if some blood was still oozing through the cloth. I wanted to laugh but the pain in my torso would not allow that even if I tried. He looked at me like he was about to kill me as he picked up a pair of fingerless gloves from the table across the room from me. He put the gloves on very slowly and deliberately and watched me watching him while he did it. My body was a temple to pain at the moment from the fists of his partner, and I knew that the temple was about to get bigger as he stepped toward me pounding one gloved fist into the other.

As he got closer I was expecting him like his partner to go for my torso with his gloved fists and as I waited for the first fist to fly his big booted foot came up between my legs, the toe filling my thigh gap fully as the hard leather boot impacted against my exposed little kitty. The pain was unbearable, as my mouth formed the shape of an "O", and though I tried to scream, no sound came out. All I wanted to do was put my hands between my legs to comfort myself and drop down to my knees, but that was impossible as I was restrained between two heavy wooden poles by ropes around my wrists and ankles. My body trembled as I tried to cry out when he pulled his booted foot back and punted it up between my legs again. The tears flowed freely from my eyes and my gut wretched through several dry heaves. I tried to close my legs together but my bonds would not permit that either.

He stepped back a step or two then looked me over. I expected him to get a running start and slam his foot between my legs again but that did not happen. Instead he moved in to within an arms length and sent his fist blasting upward into my tummy under my ribcage. Once he had the distance measured with his first punch he began to alternate his punches. Left fist followed by the right over and over and always in an upward manner. I was unable to breath from the hammering I was taking and there was nothing I could do about it. He let his rage play out with his fists against my gut and internal organs.

As the blows continued to land against my unprotected tummy I knew that internal damage had been done. There was no longer any resistance to his punches. My once firm abs and flat tummy had a slight outward bulge to it and my once firm abs had been tenderized like a cheap steak under a butcher's steel mallet. My face was growing redder with each passing minute as the assault continued on my gut. Unable to breathe the lack of oxygen and extreme pain had my brain flirting with the edge of unconsciousness. Then as quick as the assault began it stopped and I just hung here lifeless. The only sign of life was my small battered chest rising and falling ever so slightly while my lungs struggled through the pain and internal damage to fill them selves with air.

Each breath brought me a stab of pain that shot though my chest like a lightning bolt. My tormentor looked down at me and bellowed, "So you are going to kill me? Such brave words from a spy that is about to die!" With that said the assault began a new. This time instead of targeting my tummy he started to pummel my breasts. His fists rained down on my chest and consistently mashed my little mangos against my ribs until my once proud high standing little orbs were a flattened dangling red-welted mess. Several more blows slammed into my chest, then one massive jolt hit me just under my left breast and off to the side causing my chest to experience a pain that it had never felt before.

I knew then that one or more of my ribs had been broken. After the last few hits below my breasts I had begun to cough, and my fear of the broken rib was confirmed as I was coughing up bright red streams of blood. The red stain streamed out over my lips and down my chin, creating a dripping mess that cascaded down my chest, between and sometimes over my flattened breasts to roll down my tummy and drip off my little battered kitty onto the floor.

I so wanted to die, as the pain was intolerable. If I had believed that there was a god in a heaven I would have been begging him or her to take me now. I cursed my brain for letting me feel this pain and not going dim on me like the past few days. My eyes were fluttering as I was on the verge of passing out but for some reason my brain kept me awake for this nightmare to continue.

As I hung there coughing up my life blood the inquisitor walked around me, taunting me, telling me that I will die soon and even if I did not die, he was going to ruin me so that my face will be a fright to anyone that should look upon it. He was promising to scar me for life. My body wanted to tremble in fear from what he was threatening to do but there was not enough energy or will left in me to even shiver. His next assault was to my face. A jab to my nose was the only blow needed to break it; the follow on hits just smeared the stream of blood flowing from my nostrils across my battered face. Several blows later he began landing blows on my cheeks and eyes in left, right combinations. My head was rocked from side to side and his gloved fists pounded against my face, eyes and cheeks. My eyes began to swell shut and I could no longer see. The pounding continued until the final blow I remember knocked me into a deep slumber. I do not know if he kept hitting me after my head slumped and my consciousness left me. I was thankful that my brain had ended my suffering by putting me out cold.