I tried to sweet talk myself out of getting killed. I introduced myself as Alaina, and I told them of my history and my town, and how I spent my days before the war, in my wonderful town and the little garden shop I worked at. I asked soldiers about their history, and I flirted with one of my kidnappers. Over a few days, he fell in love with me, and we got to talking with one another on a regular basis. He took me off the pole after about a day and shunted me off to a prison cell near his barracks, not too far from the bamboo spikes. At last! Progress was being made!

I offered to do chores for my Symbionese paramour, a lanky dark haired guy by the name of Lee Ting Hou. He said, "Start by sweeping up the floor", which I did. Soon I was making his bed and doing other odd jobs, and we fucked each night saucily and lovingly.

This was how we passed the next several days until the Americans came and rescued me, in a brilliant invasion. Unfortunately, the barbarians that had taken me, my sister, and Japanese friend hostage couldn't resist taking one last swipe at me, as guns were firing and explosions were ringing out.

The commander arrested my boyfriend of the moment, Lee Ting Hou, in front of me while the battle noisily raged, and stripped him naked from the waist down. The commander then read out what I presume to have been charges in Symbionese, and someone else - a subordinate - drew a sword, pulled at his dick, and lopped the organ off. I flinched. Hou also lost his right hand and was disemboweled as I gasped. He was then abandoned as I stood there, nude and handcuffed behind my back, and then I felt a sickening wrench from underfoot. I screamed and tried to kick, but I quickly faceplanted. I tried to roll over, and then I felt a sharp pain in my right leg. Soldiers had grabbed both of my legs and were now proceeding to saw through my right thigh. I couldn't bear it. I gasped and started to scream, but a soldier muzzled me in the mouth. The next thing I saw was my foot, coming at my face. I tried to get up but soldiers were holding me down. I felt burning at my thigh and nothing below there. I was sure they'd come for the other leg at this point or impale me or rape me or something, but gunshots rang out and they went fleeing. I squirmed around and tried to get or sit up, something not easy when you're handcuffed behind your back. I took to trying to roll on the ground or something, and thought I would succeed in pushing myself up somehow, but I had trouble with my right leg. Most of it had been cut off, and I was bleeding from the stump. When I rolled, my boobs were sensitively squeezing between the rest of me and the ground, which also hurt. So it was an uncomfortable next hour or so (I'm guessing) before I managed to sit myself up against a palm tree, and I'm sure I peed myself at least once and had watery diarrhea. Ick.

I saw American soldiers at last, running towards me (and my severed leg, which was unfortunately in the middle of being eaten by wild animals). They saw me and carried me over to the barracks, showered me, and got my handcuffs off. This honorable treatment made me cry in relief. I was safe! I was going home!

Except there was no actual home left to go to. My town had burned to the ground. And I was now afraid that I would need a wheelchair or prosthetic leg for the rest of my life.

Well, here I am now. Sitting in a wheelchair, writing down this tale, and hoping that the Symbionese don't show up again.