As children mature and become adults their "Dyslexia" doesn't go away; they hopefully learn to work with it and accommodate themselves. Other children are not so lucky. Some are successful adapting to a left-brained world and others are plagued with their "learning differences" having no guidance to deal with them.
Chapter 12 - Jungle Captives When I got home there was a coded message from the General on my private email. Coded messages for someone in my position were rare, but after all, my work for the General was not my usual job.
In fact I was not quite sure what I was doing for him other than running all over the place looking for who knows what.
But yesterday the picture seemed to clear up a bit; maybe it would get even better tomorrow. The message from the General was short, it read: It has been quite a while since I did a real jungle trip, but orders were orders so I went down to the basement, unlocked the wine cellar and pushed a button hidden behind a case of Merlot.
I pulled the wine rack open and unlocked the steel door hidden behind it. Switching on the light I went down a short flight of stairs unlocked another door and entered a small room with three doors.
The one on the right had all the supplies I needed, jungle boots, hat, camouflage shirt and pants. I found the clothing but had to look for my special box. Finally, way in back I spotted it. Putting this in a waterproof pack along with a small pistol I locked up.
I was by no means some kind of jungle fighter, far from it. An old friend had made the launcher just for me after seeing how bad a shot I was with a rifle. After all, you could not see far in the dense jungle anyway.
I loved the launcher and was actually quite good with it. Better a big bang than a small one!
Out in the entry I took a quick look at the other rooms. Both were prisoner cells, each with a small area beyond the entry door with shackles, whips, clamps, plugs and chains on the walls.
At the back was another set of doors leading to the actual cells, an outer solid steel door and an inner one of bars. There was nothing in the cells, just a small light in the ceiling and rings embedded in the walls, ceiling and floors from which hung chains.
The concrete door sloped to a drain in the back. I had never had occasion to use either of the cells. I wondered how my secretary Marsia would fair in one of my little cells. Perhaps I should find out. She was always joking about being my prisoner.
The next morning I was seated beside the General on his back veranda sipping an iced orange juice lased with vodka. Ten feet out on the stone patio were two heavy metal posts, with a taught chain running between them.
The chain was four or so feet above the ground. On her knees was a prisoner; her big new steel nipple rings were locked to the chain.
I am sure they were inserted with out anything given for pain. It was the little rebel I had seen brought in on my last visit to the General.
She still had on her jungle pants, mostly torn off below the knee, and split to the thigh on the left side. The pants rode so low on her hips that her pubes almost showed. She was nipple shackled to the chain at a height not allowing her to sit or stand. She struggled with a low squat, shifting from one leg to another.
Her arms useless, cinched up behind her, elbows down, wrist up tight to a wide leather neck collar. A large rubber covered ring gag filled her mouth.
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