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Amy moved quickly through the
rainforest. She would have liked
to retreat uphill, but had found that the heavy tangle of jungle growth in
the hillside made that impossible, so she followed the contours of the hill
as she ran. Already her body
was bathed in sweat from the tropical heat, and her clothes were becoming
soaked through.
She did not like the way that the terrain and forest were channeling her
towards the lower areas of the hill.
It was taking her too close to the possible line of
pursuit. Despite the heavier
vegetation on the upper slopes of the hill she turned into
it. She reasoned that if it were
tough for her to make her way through it, then it would be difficult for
her pursuers to follow.
Almost immediately, she ran into trouble.
She found herself faced with an almost impenetrable wall of
thornbush. It was very nasty
stuff; equipped with two inch long needle-like thorns spaced close
together. Amy tried to force
her way through it, seeking to squeeze through small spaces between the
bushes. She soon found that she
had forced her way into a trap.
Thorns tore at her clothes, ripping and shredding them in short
order. Soon, the thorns began
to tear at her flesh. Further
attempts to take the route she had chosen would be
disastrous. She had no choice;
she would have to turn back.
However, going back the way she had come was easier said than
done. The thorns seemed to have
closed in behind her. Grimly,
Amy turned back into the barrier she had just forged her way
through. She emerged from the
thorns exhausted, her clothes hanging from her in shreds, and bleeding from
numerous cuts and scratches.
“Stupid!
Stupid! Stupid!”
she muttered. She should have
known better. She was African
born and knew about the dangers of thorn
forests. Now she
was much worse off than before, and had lost precious
time. No doubt any pursuers would
be much closer to her now.
She set off the way that the land and forest were forcing her to go, trying
to go as fast as possible. She
had to make up for lost time. No
doubt the Germans would be right behind her by
now.
Her analysis of the situation was proved right. She heard the sounds of pursuit
right behind her. She stopped
to listen for a few seconds. The
sound of voices speaking clearly in German came to her
ears. They were not more than
a hundred feet or so away.
Redoubling her efforts she tramped on through the forest, ducking
low to make herself harder to see.
She was screened from the Germans by the heavy rainforest vegetation,
but she wanted to be sure that she would not be spotted by some chance break
in the forest.
She was now at the lowest point of the forested
hill. Inevitably she had been
forced lower and lower on the slope until she reached the very
bottom. A small creek heavily
overgrown with vegetation meandered along the valley
floor. Pushing through the
vegetation, she waded across the shallow waterway and broke through the dense
jungle on the other side. She
found herself walking straight into the muzzles of a half dozen
Germans!
“Good afternoon, Miss Price. I
hope you have had enough exercise for
today.”
It was the handsome German who had led the attack on the
camp. With him
was a heavily perspiring fat man and five other
men. All of them had their weapons
trained on her. Recognizing the
hopelessness of her situation, Amy dropped her rifle and raised her hands
once again. It appeared that
this escape attempt was at an end.
The tall blonde German who appeared to be in command approached
her. “I understand that
you are something of a fighter,” he
said. “Apparently, it is
not wise to take any chances with you.
Please turn round and then kneel on the
ground.”
Faced with no alternative, Amy did as she was
told. She was acutely aware of
the fact that her clothes hung on her in shreds, revealing a lot more of
her body than she would have desired, but there was nothing that she could
do about that now.
Her arms still over her head, she knelt on the ground facing away from her
captors. She heard one of the
Germans moving close to her from behind.
He seized her wrists and looped a rope over
them. The rope was drawn tight
and then wound several more times around and in between her wrists effectively
binding her hands in front of her.
Then she was raised to her feet, and another length of rope was lashed
to her arm just above her right elbow.
The rope was then pulled tight across the small of her back and tied
to her left arm. Pulling hard
on the rope the German forced her to arch her back, thrusting her breasts
outward. Her tattered shirt barely
concealed her charms although the fabric of her brassiere was still
intact.
“There,” said Steiner.
“That should keep you from getting into any
mischief. But just to make
sure…”
Here, Steiner bent and finished tying her by attaching a length of rope from
each of her elbows to each of her ankles.
She could walk, but kicking would be
impossible.
“Now,” said Steiner, “Let’s go back to the camp, shall
we?”
With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Amy allowed herself to
be marched down the forest trail.
She was caught. And this
time escape would be much more difficult.
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