"An enemy to kill"

The pain. My body ached and throbbed. I opened my eyes and saw darkness. I stretched and couldn't move. My hands and legs were tied together. I flexed a finger, it palpitated. 'Damn.' I softly swore. My fingers and toes tingled, they were falling asleep. I felt a blast of hot, stinky air against my cheek.

"Who's there?"

The blast pulsated against the back of my neck. The stench lingered around my nostrils. I felt a hand touch my stomach. I was nude! It rubbed me roughly. Calloused hands slid jerkily across my breast and neck.

"Nani o shite imasuka?" I heard from a distance.

The hand withdrew.

"Fool! She's merchandise. Get your stupid butt back." The bad breath faded away.

"Who's there?" I repeated.

A new smell invaded my nostrils, it was sweet, kind-of minty. "It will be your worst nightmare." The voice said in accented English, and chortled in the distance, diminishing to a low murmur.

I turned over and touched another body. I flinched, it didn't. A warm draft lightly drifted over my body. I was lying on a wooden floor, it was smooth and warm. Once in a while the floor would slip from under me. Twice the floor banked sharply, making the other bodies and myself slide to a wall, crowding up against it. A few seconds later, the floor would bank back and we would slide the other way.

I was hungry, to scared to sleep, to fatigued to relax.

"Mout hani?"

Korean! I turned my head toward to voice.

"Mo'm ch'u-da!"

The voice was that of a young female.

"Na rul towa chuse yo!" She screamed.

"Leave her alone!" I yelled. Several seconds later a boot hit me in the face. The dirt from the heel smeared across my mouth.

"Mo'm ch'u-da!"

"Leave her alone you, FUCKERS!"

Coarse fingers grabbed at my throat. Breath that stung my nostrils assaulted me. "I do as I please, woman." The voice said. It was Japanese.

"What do you want?" I queried.

A coarse finger inserted itself into me, hurting as it tried to bore deep inside me.

"This is what I want! You give me?"

I spat in the direction of the voice.

A heavy, firm, hard hand smashed across my face. Blood excited the inner walls of my mouth. I spat again in a direction I hoped would find a face. A closed fist slammed into my face several times. I memorized the voice and breath, hopefully to connect it to a face and body. This would be an enemy to kill. I blacked out from the barrage of blows.