Chapter 25

So You Call

Yourself the Queen

Abdul and Lieutenant Banks stood enjoying a drink when a gang of soldiers drug Angela inside the room.

“So this is the so called Teflon Queen?” Abdul chuckled. He stood over Angela, raised his foot, and stomped her face down into the floor repeatedly. He didn’t like the fact that she had made it so close to him and was so close to shutting down his operation. “Get her up!” He ordered. Immediately two soldiers violently pulled Angela to her feet by her hair, then forcefully sat her down in a steal chair where two other soldier quickly duct taped her ankles together.

“How much do you know about me?” Abdul asked. Angela looked up at him with a straight face and didn’t say a word. Her face was a bloody mess and one of her eyes were completely shut. “Did the president send you?”

“She’s never going to talk,” Lieutenant Banks said. “She’s been trained not to talk.”

“I have ways to make her talk,” Abdul smiled. “And I have all day.”

Immediately the legs of the chair were swept from under Angela and she went crashing backwards down to the floor abruptly. Her face was immediately covered with a towel. Two soldiers held each side of the towel while another soldier stood over her with a water hose.

Abdul nodded his head and the soldier let loose with the water hose. Angela gagged and coughed when the towel was blasted with water. She was squirming so much that another soldier had to hold her mid-section down. After hosing her down for twenty five seconds the soldier cut the water, waited ten seconds, then blasted the water again. Again, Angela gagged, couched, and bucked her mid-section like a wild bull.

Abdul raised a hand and immediately the soldier cut off the water hose. He walked over and squatted down beside Angela, snatched the towel off her face. “You have something to tell me?”

“Go fuck yourself!” Angela spat as the towel was forced back over her face and soldier turned the hose back on. Abdul paced back and forth while his soldiers damn near drowned Angela. He knew it was going to be hard to get Angela to talk so he figured he’d have to use a more violent method of torture.

“That’s enough!” Abdul called out. “Sit her back up!”

Two soldiers lifted Angela’s chair back into the upright position and watched as she gasped for air. Angela was thankful that, that was over but she knew Abdul wasn’t letting her off the hook that easy.

“Have something you want to tell me?” Abdul asked as a soldier handed him a blow torch. “How many more are with you?”

Angela said nothing.

“Still not ready to talk?”

Angela said nothing.

Abdul turned the blow torch on and aimed it towards Angela’s stomach.

“Arrgggghh!” Angela roared as she felt her flesh burning from the heat from the blow torch.

“We going to see if you are really made out of Teflon,” Abdul smiled as he turned and back slapped Angela across her face. “Still don’t have nothing to tell me?”

Angela said nothing.

“Okay have it your way!” Abdul said as he moved the blow torch down towards Angela’s legs. Angela shut her eyes as the pain ripped through her entire body. The heat from the blow torch had her feeling as if she was in hell. “Please...please!”

“Please what?” Abdul yelled. “Now you want to talk?” he turned and slapped Angela across her face. “What do you have to tell me?”

“Pl... pl... please turn up the temperature, I’m freezing in here,” Angela flashed a bloody smile. She knew she was going to die so she figured why not go out with her self-respect.