A meeting with the boss

I was ushered into a tent. It was dusty, dark, and bleak. My eyes adjusted until I beheld a shape before me. A muscular figure in the darkness glared at me. I was keenly aware of my nakedness as I watched him move in the shadows.

"Gwen." he said. It was as if the very air around me exploded upon him mentioning my name. "Sit." I looked around, and found that a folding chair was directly behind me. I awkwardly shuffled on tired legs and sat before him.

"Call me Ahmed." he said. "I'll be very blunt." He had no trace of Arabic in his accent at all, but I couldn't see through the bad lighting to tell anything about him.

"Okay, Ahmed." I said; wondering what was about to happen.

"Frankly Ms DiAngelo; my men were supposed to intercept a young, attractive Al Jazeera reporter from Morocco. Not you.". He said. I heard a faint twinge of something in his voice...remorse? regret?

"So...I should be let go then?" I asked. My mind raced. Why would Islamic militants want to cast themselves in such a negative light...?

"Soon, Ms DiAngelo. Soon." he said. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "Do you feel you were ****, violated, and/or **** to perform sexual acts against your will?" he asked. I was taken aback, and immediately responded "Of course! They fucked me over and over in every single hole!"

"Thank you, Ms DiAngelo. I trust you'll keep to that story if anyone interviews you." he said.

I was then **** out of the tent, and saw a helicopter in front on me. I glanced back, and saw a man exit the tent behind me. It was the man I'd saw on the plane! The Spook! I was shoved onto the helicopter as I saw the base rapidly shut down with tents collapsing, men scrambling, and things being blown up or buried.

As I flew over the desert, my mind comprehended that I was the unfortunate victim in a sadistic spy ploy to make the War on Terror that much more heinous. I thought long and hard about what had happened to me. They must have studied me; profiled me. They had to know, somehow; I'd wanted everything they'd done to me...

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....Talibani forces...sodomized me. Oh God!" I whimpered as they would want me to. The interviewer was so very sympathetic. "I was...vaginally, orally, and anally violated." I said, a tear in my eye. "I...I need a break." I said. The camera cut off.

"That was GREAT!" the director said. "I think they may actually Believe it!" he said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

Three weeks later, I was back in the boss's office.

"Gwen, great ratings on the last piece, but I've got an even bigger scoop for you!" he said. I steeled myself, and thanked God I tested negative on the pregnancy test for the last assignment.

"You'll never guess where we are sending you next!" he said...