Please be warned this excerpt of Code Shield has a heavy adult theme.
(Code Shield explores the unholy trinity of globalization – drug trafficking, human trafficking and international crime syndicates)
“We paid Wei Chi a visit today.”
Ying’s eyes widened.
Got you, you whore. Donovich knew that she had left her ten-year old son in the care of a local family, while she rented a room above a shophouse in Joo Chiat, the room in which she had first entertained him four days earlier.
“I’ve a present for you from your son,” Donovich said. He produced the cloth pouch and tossed it on the bed beside her.
Ying stared at the blue pouch. For the first time since Donovich met her, she betrayed fear. He turned to Kashin. “Encourage her.”
Kashin sniggered as he unzipped his trousers and sat behind the woman. He lifted her up. Her body went taut.
Kashin gently lowered her on his stiff member, tearing into her already lacerated anus. Wrapping his legs around her naked waist, he rested his chin on her shoulder and felt the heft of her breasts. “Oh, this is good.” He whispered into her ears as his breathing laboured.
“Do you want to see what your little boy had given you?” A wicked smile crawling over his face, Donovich picked at the drawstring, turned the pouch upside down and shook out its contents.
A ball of cloth, dried stiff in blood, fell out.
Ying backed with a squeak, her mouth taped tight, tears welling and dripping over her eyelashes.
“Oh, this is really good.” Kashin whispered hoarsely, as he slipped a finger into her soft wetness. His voice melted into tiny gasps.
Donovich slowly parted the cloth, keeping his eyes fixated on Ying’s, a hard look etched on his face. He took out what looked like a roasted pork sausage on a loop of string and deftly garlanded her with it.
Ying’s eyes widened in terror. She struggled and twisted violently. But the severed finger remained wedged between her breasts. Ying kicked and pushed back but Kashin held her tight, raping her with his finger and his shaft. She tried to scream but the tape clamped her lips tight. Muffled squeaks escaped her throat and mucus spurted from her nostrils.
“Hmm, this is really good.” Kashin moaned and held her to him. He licked her ears and neck. Then he went into small spasms, relaxed and breathed heavily.
Pushing her away abruptly, he leapt out of the bed in one spring, ducked into the toilet and shut the door with a loud bang.
Ying retreated quickly and braced against the headrest. She pulled her knees to her chest and glared.
Donovich slapped the woman’s head several times and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He pulled her head back, stretching the neck tight, and studied her pulsing veins.
“Listen to me whore, this could have been worse. Because it is me, it’s only a finger.” He jerked his head in the direction of the toilet. “If it had been that porn star, it would have been your boy’s penis.”
Ying melted into whimpers and Donovich whispered hoarsely into her ears. “I’m going to remove the tape so we can talk. I’ll say this only once. Pull another screaming stunt or fight and I’ll have handsome Kashin return with nine more fingers and one penis, one at a time, do you understand?” He tightened his grip on her hair. “Do-you-un-der-stand?”
(An extract from Code Shield, A Peek Into Singapore’s Secret Services)