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Looking out on the front door, the stunning tropical scenery was breathtaking.

PK came out to the porch and rolled us a joint. Letting the beautiful scenery take over, we sat in silence, letting the marijuana have its sweet effects. I almost forgot what it was we were supposed to be doing. The radio echoed off the walls of our run-down shack telling us things we really didn’t want to hear... “Rebels on the outskirts of the City... believed to be responsible... City Leader’s wife kidnapped… demanding rights of all citizens be recognized…demanding closure of so called bogus prison camps… dire consequences for all involved".

Those last words haunted me.

PK finally said “Haha, this title of ‘rebels’ actually makes me feel important"

“Important? You fuckin joking me man?"

“Well" PK said “It makes it sound like people like you and I do more then sit around smoking weed!"

I suppose he had a point.

PK and I had been left in the compound while the other members had gone out to ‘take care of some business.’ We were both given the repetitive post of ‘lookout’. It was obvious why I was put on lookout. Being a 5ft1 girl, weighing a tiny 86lbs there was not much else I could do. If I went with the other members ‘on business’ I would only get in their way. PK was left here, so in the unlikely chance that something might go wrong, at least one of us could fight.

It was a few hours until we saw the jeep pull up in the mucky driveway.

The General hopped out first with a look of pure joy on his face.

“We did it!" he shouted “We fuckin did it!! We got her!!"

Then Freddie and Paddy hopped out of the back.

“Oh yeah look, its fine for some! PK and Tiny Tots over there are stoned as fuck!!" Paddy said teasingly. “Well the last hour was a pure joy for me too you know. Shutting that bitch up, tying her squirmy body up, trying to get her in the car boot! Give me a drag will you?"

Handing the joint to Paddy, he took a long drag as I watched the smoke dance in the cool tropical air.

We all stood around for a while, not sure what to do. Finally the General delegated the jobs. PK and he were to prepare the cell room. Paddy and I prepared dinner and Freddie kept look out.

“Keep that bitch in the car for a few more hours sure" Freddie suggested “I’m sure she’d love it!"

I loved living with PK, Paddy, Freddie and the General. The General was the name designated to the leader of our division. The General was the oldest out us, but he was barely 28. PK, a man of Asian descent was a master of disguises and languages. Freddie, a semi professional hacker had been promoted for his incredible computing skills. Paddy and I were the only two Irish people here; Paddy being a master of several languages and a key informant, me being a general assistant so to speak for everyone. The General was a renowned interrogator. We had devised this complicated plan, to capture and torture the city bosses wife. And of course, we had. We had her and we were satisfied.

We served a simple dinner and sat down together and discussed the plans.

“Look we basically want to scare the shit out of her. Get a ransom tape. Gather some information by pretending to actually give a shit about what she has to say. Do all that shit first. Then… if she doesn’t play nice, we can have our fun. I have a bone to pick with her anyway"

I was told to stay away from the hostage. I was new to all of this. I was not trained to interrogate captives; I did not know how to scare the shit of hostages. The only reason I was in this compound in the first place is because I was saved by the ‘Rebels’. Saved from a life of violence, brainwashing and oppression. I tried to help them in any way I could. I was forever grateful to them.

“Right, come on you fuckers, lets go get that bitch" Paddy finally said, before they all quickly left the kitchen.

At last, Freddie and the General came through the door dragging a very smartly dressed blonde woman through the front porch. Although her mouth had been shut closed with duct tape she was screaming like fuck.

Dragging her through the kitchen, the men barely paid attention as she screamed. They simply told her “You’re only making this worse for yourself by doing that bitch!"

After a few more muffled screams, finally I heard the door of the makeshift ‘cell’ slamming.

Thinking nothing of it, I stayed out of the way like I was told, cleaned up the dishes after dinner and went outside for a smoke.

PK ran out after me “Quick! Get in here! This is bleedin classic, you do not want to miss this!"

Confusion hit me, “I was told to stay out of the way?"

“No, no you’re allowed in. Cocky little bitch is coming out with the greatest load of rubbish ever! Seriously... come in"

“Here PK, you lot better not be shagging her! I don’t wanna fuck anything without a cock!"

“Relax babes. We haven’t gotten that far… yet." He said with a smile.

I entered the cell, where the captive was sitting, heavily tied down to a wooden chair.

She looked so… glamorous. She had a white blouse in which her boobs were practically spilling out. She was wearing a very short black skirt and black ankle boots. Indeed she looked so beautiful for a woman who was capable of such evil.

The others saw me, nodded in acknowledgement.

“Who is that?" the city bosses wife said looking at me “Don’t tell me she’s part of your ‘indestructible army’ of terrorists?"

After a long sigh, The General said coldly “No. She is not a terrorist. She is part of the freedom fighters alliance"

The captive had a cocky smirk on her botoxed face “Yes. Freedoms fighters’ alliance... Terrorists. There is little difference. My question was what on earth you are doing recruiting young girls into your... eh... organization?"

Freddie hit her across the face. “We told you not to fucking call us terrorists you fascist little bitch!"

“Freddie, Freddie. Peace man. Peace. This... woman… this product of a bureaucratic fascist society had raised a valid question. Why IS Tiny Tots here?" The General said quietly.

Silence hit the room. Even from the bitch for once. I felt so awkward.

“Surely someone like Tiny Tots belongs in a nice happy home, on a nice happy street in a nice happy society with a nice happy husband to chain her to the kitchen and fuck her up the ass while she cooks meals barefoot everyday?"

“That’s not what I’m implying!" the captive responded heatedly. “But simply from a... lets say… management’s point of view. Why have someone unproductive amongst you? Surely they only get in your way?" Bitch had the biggest smirk on her stuck up face.

Fuck. I knew what she was trying to do. Hack into our minds. Get under our skin. It’s what people like her did best. I had no idea why The General allowed her the right to talk in the first place. But when he finally answered her, in his bitter, cold tone of voice, I understood why.

“Yes. Because that is what you people do isn’t it? Illuminate, hide or ridicule those who you deem ‘unproductive’. Is that why the genocides happened?"

Frustrating silence again. The captive looked around the room with her venomous snake like eyes before saying “I do not know what you are talking about" in a quiet voice.

It was clear we were finally getting to her.

“Did you get turned on by it? Sending innocent people to those so called ‘Institutes of Correction’? Stripping people of their dignity? Taking their clothes, letting them survive the elements naked? Shaving girls and women’s heads? Killing people and-“

“I told you. I don’t know what you are talking about"

Paddy put a gun to her blonde head.

“We could just kill you now you know? Makes more sense. Why would we bother with you? We already have our ransom tape."

A look of pure terror swept across her face.

The General began to laugh coldly. “Oh don’t worry bitch. We’re not finished with you yet love! We’re yet to have our fun with you."

She began to struggle. “You can’t make me do anything!!" she screamed.

This time Freddie pulled her hair so hard, tears came from her eyes. “Did you know if you scream like that in one of your prison camps you get shot immediately? Aren’t you lucky we’re more merciful?!"

“Valid point Freddie my man" PK said at last. “But this bitch would never have known that. After all, she and her little friends send people to the camps, not experience it."

I lit up a cigarette. I was nervous. Atmosphere was tense.

“I have a wonderful idea" The General finally said slowly. “Would the little bitch like to experience the torture they put millions through? I’m sure she’d loooove it"

“NO!" she screamed. “You are not doing anything to me!" She carried on screaming and yelling when finally, Paddy pulled her ponytail and said “Comply with us and you have some chance of leaving this place alive. If you do not shut up, we WILL kill you, have no doubt about it."

Unsurprisingly she shut up at last.

“Well if my information is right... which it is, no doubt about it… the first thing that happens at these... institutions… or so they are called is that prisoners are stripped" The General said bleakly. “So… shall we start now?"

Producing a large scissors, Freddie had the job of cutting the bitches clothes off. He was clever and precise with the blades. Firstly he started cutting off her blouse, completely aware of the fact that there was buttons on the blouse. He revealed two perfectly perky boobs. I finally found my voice.

“Fake tits as well, love?" How much of the City’s money did that cost you, ya bitch!?".

 Her venomous snake eyes glared back at me but no answer came from her mouth.

 Grabbing one of her tits Freddie laughed before declaring “yep fake as fuck!".

He then cut through the middle of her lacy black bra before pulling it off her. He then cut through her skirt, yanking it off revealing matching lacy panties. “Well, if we took the bra off, the panties must follow!" He carefully cut a line through the middle of her panties. He stopped halfway, told her to raise her ass, which she did and he finished cutting. He pulled off the shorn panties, revealing her naked body. She was slim yet curvy in the right places. Stupid bitch seemed to have, (well had) it all. “Tell me Tiny Tots, when you were in the Institution of correction, what did they do after they stripped you?" the General asked quietly. Silence followed. I then quietly said “They shaved my pussy". 

“Well" the General said. “Shall we get on with it?"

PK smiled with glee this time. “Spread your legs like a slut you bitch!" he shouted at her. The captive had a look of pure disgust on her pretty face. “Oh come now" he said disdainfully “I would of thought loved this shit. Surely you did it for a reason in your prison camps?"

 Silence again.

“Well" PK continued “Surely you did it for the good of the prisoners and not the staff working there?"

“It was for the good of the female prisoners" she replied bitterly.

“Whatever you say m’dear" PK said reluctantly “this is for YOUR own good then"

The captive spread her legs reluctantly.

With the un-missable noise of the clippers pop, he began.

The clippers touch her flesh as she muttered something. The soft, curly public hair fell along her thighs. Suddenly her clit extended and she became moist between her legs. Sick fucker! She was being turned on by this? PK’s careful hand brushed away the hairs as he looked up and smiled at the rest of us. Next was the pouring of hot water on her, followed by cool lather, and the kiss of a razor blade. He repeatedly dipped the blade in the water basin and traced her sex.

Freddie came over and inspected PK’s work. “Good work man, really… good job"

The bitch looked vulnerable now but her smirk was still present.

“Gentleman" her evil low voice said “Is that the best you have? Shaving my pubic hair? Taking my clothes off? If this is really what happens to so-called victims in institutes of corrections? Come on now"

With that the General walked heatedly over to the bitch, pulled her ponytail so far back that she was forced to look at me.

“When we found Tiny Tots she was so malnourished we could count each one of her tiny rib bones. Her head was shaved and her body was covered in bruises and cuts. She couldn’t look us in the eye because of what you people did to her"

Bitch still looked indifferent. “Well" the General said “Looks like we really need to teach you a lesson. You might pick up some empathy from this one"

“From what!?" she said in a panic

“Oh just a little… haircut" The General laughed.

“NO DON’T CUT MY FUCKING HAIR" she screamed as loud as she could.

These words had little effect on the men now surrounding her.

The General held up the bitches blond ponytail and began to cut it roughly with a scissors. Grabbing large fistfuls of her hair, he hacked away

Freddie was laughing at her “you asked for this you slut! You piece of fucking shit, you deserve this"

Tears flowed down her face freely as she watched the mound of shorn hair grow on the floor beneath her. She was completely out of control in a situation for once in her life.

Finally The General dropped the scissors, admiring her shorn head.

“We’re getting somewhere, but we’re not there yet!" he declared.

The bitch wouldn’t look up this time. No smart remarks. No retaliation. Maybe this was the lesson she needed?

I lit another joint, amused by the naked, almost bald woman sitting in the middle of the room covered by her once beautiful bleached blonde hair. Her pride and joy was gone. God only knows how much she spent on that once proud mane of hair.

She looked up briefly at me, with pure hate in her eyes.

“Is that cannabis I smell? No wonder we lock people like you away, you are all fucking junkies!"

“Haha, we prefer the term ‘herb enthusiasts’ bitch. Now shut up and let me finish this!"

After an unexpected yet familiar popping noise, The General pushed the clippers down the bitches head, revealing a sheet of golden stubble in the middle of her head. Fresh black mascara stained tears ran down her face again as she saw the remains of her hair hit the concrete floor. God, she was so fake. He carried on, the clippers eating away at what was left her hair. Finally he stopped to admire his work.

“At last! You look the way you should, you bitch!"

She just looked at us blankly.

“Well" Paddy said “I think we can do more"

He went to a drawer, took a straight razor and applied some warm water and then shaving cream over the captive’s stubble. As she was lathered up, her venomous eyes appeared once more. Seeing the blade reveal raw skin on her shiny head sent shivers down my spine. To see her reduced to what I was once reduced to delivered a certain feeling of justice.

Finally. Our work was done. The woman responsible for causing so much pain and injustice was sitting in our shack, in our makeshift cell; bald, naked and exposed. Her venomous eyes had disappeared. Her smirk was gone.

“OK Tiny, you can go now… I left some ganja on the kitchen table for you m’love." The General said. “We’re going to have some more fun with her..."

And I left, shutting the door behind me.

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