Chapter Fifty Five
After the men had finished, Irene’s girls were hauled to their feet and paraded, naked and bleeding, to the river. They were told to wash themselves, especially their v*****s, and given liquid dish-soap for their hair. It was the new law: Each girl would be responsible for her daily hygiene and would bathe and do her hair every morning. For the men.
Ashwin Franks sat in the passenger seat he had unbolted from the floor of the plane. He had positioned it carefully in the shade of a pine-tree and sat with his feet propped on a suitcase while he sipped from a glass of scotch. He’d had a sandwich for lunch; a whole one this time.
It had been a good morning, he thought.
He had beaten Irene to the point she didn’t know if she was a captain or a god-damned cook and now the
