Chapter 4
Colonel Vicente Alvarez was pleased. Esteban Reyes had quickly confessed to
being a sympathizer with the Zapatistas. It had only taken a minor amount of
ball twisting to convince Reyes that a full confession was in order. Reyes had
been providing intelligence to the leader of the Zapatistas, known as Commander
Zero, for over a year. This the Colonel knew already, because several weeks
before he had captured one of the Zapatistas who was familiar with how they were
gathering intelligence on police and army movements.
With a little encouragement, Reyes had implicated several members of the
congregation. They were being arrested. It took more serious persuasion to get
Reyes to implicate Bill Tompkins. Obviously, the American and his family were
not involved; but Colonel Alvarez was not particularly interested in the truth.
The Colonel had picked up a pair of hedge clippers that were sharpened to the
same level as a surgical scalpel. The Colonel had demonstrated their sharpness
by slicing a sheet of paper, lightly running it across the blade.
He had attached a cord to Reyes testicles separating them from his penis. The
Colonel pulled on Reyes balls.
"I want you to tell me that the American and his family support the Zapatistas
and came here to help you spy." Said Colonel Alvarez.
"They know nothing. They are just a bunch of stupid gringos. " Said Reyes.
"You are not listening to me. Now the hedge clippers are right around your nuts.
One small movement and you loose your balls. I want you to calmly state into the
recorder that Bill Tompkins is your leader and he is directing your efforts to
spy for the rebels. Is that clear?" said the Colonel.
Reyes had performed admirably given the situation he was in. When the Colonel
played back the statement, Reyes sounded calm and unhurried. The possibly of
loosing your balls called forth the best efforts from men." Concluded the
Colonel.
Reyes had been bundled off to Mexico City. He would be tried in a secret
military tribunal and most probably never heard of again. It was all proceeding
very satisfactorily as far as the Colonel was concerned. The Colonel was from
one of Mexico dynastic families that traced its roots all the way back to
Hernando Cortez. The Colonel was from a wealthy family and he had made a good
match into a family slightly further up the ladder from his own. His choice of
military service was because it was one of the best ways to the political top in
Mexico. It also afforded him the opportunity to indulge his darker passions
toward other human beings. At thirty-eight, he was the youngest full colonel in
the Mexican army. His success in combating the rebels in Chiapas would no doubt
mean he would be soon be the youngest general in the Mexican army.
He was an educated and ambitious man who was constantly looking to expand his
knowledge of human behavior. This posting to a hot spot of Chiapas was an
important step in his career. Thus far his efforts to defeat the rebels were
going well. The Colonel was a patient man and had proceeded slowly to dismantle
the rebel organization. To keep himself amused, he needed to look for new
experiences. The jailing of the American missionary family had proven a stroke
of luck. The Colonel was determined to see just how far he could push them,
Now for the Americans thought the Colonel. I can probably keep them for three
weeks before the American government pressures Mexico to give them up. It was
important that he not harm them in any obvious way. No broken teeth or bones. No
scars or burns. There must be nothing physical to show the press or those
assholes from Amnesty International. They would have to walk out of his jail
looking unharmed. That was going to be the challenge.
Colonel Alvarez decided to start with the wife. He had watched them bring the
family into the prison. The wife, though the mother of a teenage daughter
appeared to have an excellent figure. He would soon determine how excellent
close up. He ordered that the prisoner be brought to the Interrogation Room to
be questioned.
