Bali Echo Magazine Edition 52


Once he had finished abusing her, the man yelled at my girl to stop her crying, look at him and answer his questions. She did as she was told - stopped crying and lifted her face to look at the man. Her face was wet and swollen. He asked who "that man" was and warned my girl to answer him honestly. My girl said nothing. Not one sound came out of her mouth. The man repeated his question. My girl still didn't respond. So he asked her the same question again. Still receiving no answer, the man lifted his hand and struck my girl across her right cheek . Whack! She fell backwards and let out a little shriek. The man yanked her hair and pulled her back onto the bed. ed woman! This guy was too much! What an Then his hand went to work again on my girl face,
	which was already bleeding. l could see that her lip was split and there was blood on her face, her nightgown, her sheets and on the man's right hand. The man then reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled something out. A small pistol! l was stunned. He pointed that small pistol at my girl's chest, who by this time was looking at him through terrified eyes. l didn't know what to do. There was no way l could force my way in now. Through the hole near the window l saw the man smile! Was he mad? He could smile while painting a pistol

at the chest of a terrificanimal! He even threatened to kill my girl if she continued to refuse to answer his question. He said better the girl was dead than his position as mayor be put in jeopardy. Mayor! At that point, l remembered. l remembered that the man was the mayor of my town, the mayor I often read about in the local paper and saw on the local TV. He also frequently attended seminars on my campus.

l remembered who he was now. This bastard of a man, who from now on l will call the mayor, extended his left hand towards my girl's breasts and began toaress them, smiling all the while. He caressed them so hard that my girl began to writhe about in pain. But she still didn't answer his question. The mayor repeated the question. But my girl didn't ' say a word. Seeing that my girl was never going to answer him, even under the worst kind of torture, the mayor began to lose patience. He roughly ripped off my girl's clothing. He ripped and ripped until she was, but for her bra and underpants, stark naked, sitting on the bed in front of him.

Then he made her take them off too. Out of fear, she complied with the mayor,* who was by that time also beginning to undress. Then the mayor raped my girl, holding the pistol to her head.l closed my eyes tight. My girl's screams and my own anger belted at the insides of my head. l tried to calm down. l tried to control my anger, because if l broke down the door and surprised the mayor, l would endanger my girl's life. l didn't want my girl to be murdered after having been tortured and raped. The mayor would have to be made to suffer for his sins. l also didn't know who was the man who had made the mayor so angry that he was doing this to my girl. l mustn't lose it, l mustn't put my girl's life in danger... l don't know how long it was before l heard two soft "tap", "tap" sound come from within the house. Then l heard someone walking very carefully, open the door and walk into the yard. Then everything was quiet. l didn't hear anything more. l tried to look into the house through the little hole. My girl was on the bed, naked. The mayor was nowhere near her. He wasn't on the chair by the mirror, either. The mayor wasn't inside anymore.

l walked towards the door, tried it, and found it was open. Then l saw that there was blood everywhere in my girl's house! On the bed l found my girl was dead, her eyes were wide
open, and near her bloodied head was the little pistol which was also smudged with blood. l let out a loud cry. l turned around to go and chase the mayor, only to find that the head of the neighborhood, a policeman, and the mayor himself were already standing there in the doorway. Then l heard a crowd gathering outside and... "Knock! Knock! Knock! With these three pounds of the gavel, we the judges convict the accused to ten years jail for killing a woman by shooting her twice in the head with..." Amongst the audience at the~ trial, l spotted the mayor, smiling at me, mockingly.