Slave's Fate XII

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Slave's Fate XI

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Secret Mission II

<Read first Secret Mission I>

Jenkins was captured within enemy theritory. The rebels didn't look like a poor herd of inexperienced partisants. They were equipped with advanced guns, definitely well trained, muscular and for sure risk life for their country.

A group of enemy soldiers surrounded him. There was no chance to escape. The enemy appeared in great numbers. Jenkins could try to beat one or two enemies, but four strong, well-equipped men were beyond the skills of any soldier. Nec Herculec contra plures. Jenkins hoped the enemy feel overconfident giving him a chance to escape. Not this time. All of the rebels didn’t underestimate him. They held him at gunpoint all the time and handcuffed his wrists. The lieutenant was reluctant but couldn't do anything. He only tensed his body and roared.

"Shut up. You’ll have a chance to prove how tough you are."

After they overpowered him and forced him to kneel rebel soldiers had a while to get excited. You don't capture an enemy top warrior every day. Moreover, he belongs to a hated foreign entity of a hated country that interferes in the internal affairs of the republic.

"What a nice surprise. It is a perfect gift at the end of the patrol. Where are the others?"

"Fuck off!", shouted Jenkins.

"Tough one. No worries, we have the means to make you talk. Take him, boys."

Private Jenkins crossed his fingers.  Although he knew he was in a dire situation, he didn’t lose hope. "I’m in a deep shit! But maybe I’ll be rescued… No, I’ll rescue myself and complete the mission! You will make a mistake and I'll strike back. Yes, take me to your boss" he thought. The leader of the group was unsure what to do.

"I must get in touch with the command. Keep an eye on him, boys. Gaskin may have plans for him."

Others had different ideas, less distant and more clear. One of the soldiers especially wanted to confront Jenkins immediately. "He was particularly aggressive and took pleasure in capturing the enemy. He openly displayed hatred and a desire for revenge against the soldier."

"Victory is ours. Soon your troops will be defeated. Let’s show this bastard how we treat men who dare to fight us. We don't need to wait. Pick him up and tie him up to this tree. I want to beat the shit out of him. 

One of the rebels tore apart Jenkins’ tank top and took his dog tag. "You don’t need it anymore."

Jenkins couldn’t believe it. One of the best commandos caputred so eaisly. And now they are going to torturę him.

They started punching his chest. Hard. Jenkins played to be cool. 

"Uhh, is that all you can do?" 

"Shut up and suffer!" replied the enemy leader, and hit him again.

All enemies were strong and trained. Their punches were given hard, but Jenkins was tough as well. 

"What do you do here? Where are the others?", they questioned the victim.

The beating didn't stop.

"I’m… Ugh… enjoing… Grrr… the… Uhhh… nature… Can he stop… Uhhh… hittig me… Aghhh… while I’m speaking?"

The most aggressive and the most talented in punching guy laughed.

"Ha ha ha. We don’t need your confession. It's a waste of time. Just suffer before we finish you!"

The forest absorbed the sounds of blows and the groans of the victim. Countless hits became hard to take. Four men punched the soldier in rounds using all their force. Jenkins groaned and moaned hoping to take it manly.  He mocked them, he laughed, and he suffered. More and more.

One of the guys decided to shoot Roy claiming he would reveal nothing. Jenkins was ready to face his destiny. He was glad that he didn't give up and confronted his oppressors.

Suddenly shortwave woke up. Mjr Gaskin expected the captured soldier to be delivered in front of him immediately.

They loaded him onto a military truck like a bag. Restrained into shackles he was traveling to meet the head of the rebel, cruel and ruthless Mjr Gaskin.

His bruises hurt him. What was he thinking about? Was he looking for a way to escape? Or had he given up? Maybe he was dreaming about a passionate night with one he used to have sex with? He was being transported to the man they were supposed to eliminate, and now that man had him in his grasp.

TO BE CONTINUED

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