Kapitel 39: 015 Second Confidential Letter
Elaine used to have a habit of reading, but this was the first time she has touched a book since she was vilified, convicted and put in prison.
The first time she touched a book. It was thick and smelled like ink, while her ingertips run over the hard cover of the book, she could also feel the bumpiness of the stamped type. When she turned the neatly cut paper, would hear a pleasant crunch.
*
She was really tired last night, and after answering Jeff's questions in a daze, the next second she fell into sleep, while Jeff also slept, the two of them are cuddled together, while their breaths were intertwined.
It's warm under the covers, as a direct result, they both end up missing dinner and when they woke up, it was already the next morning.
Having slept too long, Elaine's consciousness was still in a state of confusion, lying in Jeff's arms in a daze, somehow Jeff's sexual appetite was aroused.
Being pinned to the bed and by the rested and energetic man pressed into the bed to fuck for a long time, then stopped for dinner in the middle of the session. After eating, they continued to fool around twice more, while Elaine's body was not let go until the alarm went off at two o'clock.
Jeff took a shower, got dressed, and left. Elaine was lying on the bed, too soft and lazy to move, while covered in man's cum. But she had no intention of getting up to bathe.
Letting her mind drift, just let it float from the land to the bottom of the sea and from the sea to the sky.
She was reminiscing about the parrot she used to have, suddenly, he heard a click at the door of his room. Someone opened the door to her cell.
Wrapped in her blanket, she looked back, unexpectedly, she saw several stout men dressed in simple, smart training clothes, gray and black. The style was very different from Jeff's uniform, but it was clear that they were soldiers.
Two of the men were guarding the door of the room, while the other two were carrying a box of stuff into the room, as if they didn't see him.
They did not look at Elaine, with no expression, also as if they did not smell the musky smell of the room.
Elaine was also unexpectedly calm, no shame.
The soldier chose a corner and put down the box, then quickly retreated. After locking the door, the footsteps also quickly away, not a word was spoken the whole time, neither talking to each other, nor to her.
Elaine lifted the blanket, curiously, she got up and walked over to the cardboard box and leaned down to peer through the cracks, seemed to be a box full of books.
Opened the gap a little more, the light shined into the corner. Elaine took a glance at the top of the hardcover book of poetry, and found that it was Shelley's "Ode to the West Wind", which she had read it once when she was fifteen.
She was wearing a silk nightgown at the time, and the book was spread out with dainty desserts. On her right hand was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking out, I could see the vast back garden. That was like a world away.
In that moment, she suddenly stepped back sharply as if she had been burned, standing half a meter away for a short while. Only then did she remember the conversation with Jeff last night. This was her reward for trading her dignity with a man.
The book was clean and sacred, but she was dirty and lowly.
Stumbling, she turned and ran to the bathroom, her shivering hands wringing the faucet several times before she turned it on, the hot water pouring down over her head and dense the narrow space, and she washed for a long time, until every inch of her body was rubbed red.
Dried her body and came out, brushed her hair carefully and neatly, then gathered the bathrobe on herself carefully and take advantage of all the conditions to clean themselves up and tidy, only then did I have the courage to face the book case again.
But when her eyes fell on the beautiful cover of "Ode to the West Wind", she suddenly felt that all this was meaningless.
Now she was in a military brothel camp, and all she could see were rough concrete walls. There were silicone cocks and lubricants scattered around the bed, and she didn't even have the right to choose what to eat for lunch, even she had forgotten what it was like to see the sun for the last time. There was nothing decent about it.
Fingertips tremble, finally, Elaine picked up the heavy book of poems, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She didn't think there was anything special when she was reading before, while now she realize that words really carry power.
The west wind rolled through the words and symbols, blowing out from the pages of the book. The breeze brushed Elaine's eyelashes and burrowed into her left chest.
--A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Her palm was on the verse, as if she felt the fierce heartbeat passing from the paper to her fingertips, closing her eyes and leaning back.
The upper half of her body leans weakly against the head of the bed, while the iron railing was uncovered, directly on the back of her neck, an unusually cold touch, a good way to calm down the inner turmoil.
Raised a hand to touch the collar on the neck.
--O Wind, If Winter comes , can Spring be far behind?
The long-depressed heart seems to break open a crack, a ray of hope shines in, with warmth and strength. After Elaine thought back in her mind for a long time, only then did she slowly open her azure eyes.
On the back page of the open poetry book, there was a post-it note. From the edge of a small corner of fluorescent powder, the most important thing was that you can see it. In fact, she had already seen it, while just pretend not to see.
After a long time, only then did she make up her mind. Deep breathed, with the fingertips pinch the bottom right corner of the book to the left to open, then the whole note was exposed to her eyes. It was the same font.
Although she had only seen it once, but each letter of the alphabet is slightly hooked up to a small foot. Fancy, but easy to read. This time, it's not scribbled, and you could see how hard he's trying with each stroke.
[If you'd like to see me, please put the fork and spoon in a V. - 311]
It was still a simple message. Elaine picked up the note and held it up to the lamp, thought to herself.
This 311 tenant seemed to be really something, not only could he deliver the message to her room, and had even been able to see her from her cell.
Of course She want to see that 311, just not yet.
That night, after eating the beef and cheese bake, Elaine still put the dishes neatly side by side on the plates. As usual, she left them at the door for the staff to collect.
Then she read a different book, sitting on the carpet, and leaned back against the foot of the bed.
When Jeff pushed in the door, she looked up and called out, "Daddy."
" What are you reading?" The man asked.
Elaine held up the back of a book and showed it to the man, just an ordinary novel. Nothing nutritious, so it was a quick read, already halfway through: "Thank you, Daddy."
Jeff did not answer, seemed to be curious, too. He went to the cardboard box and flipped through it, and then suddenly smiled, full of malice, and the curvature of the smile was creepy.
He reached out, reached to the bottom of the box and pulled out a slightly thin book. After a few cursory glances, and then showed it to Elaine.
"Read this one tomorrow," It was a tone of command.
"Captain Pantoja and the Military Prostitutes", the story of Captain Pandareon, who was ordered to create a team of military prostitutes.
Elaine surreptitiously clenched her back teeth, but just nodded her head as if in ignorance.
*
Today's lunch was a small bacon and vegetable pizza with an apple pie, while the soup was clam chowder. It was a very mixed style meal, but it tasted fine.
Elaine finished her meal slowly and deliberately, then took her napkin and pressed the corners of her mouth.
Jeff stayed over last night, too, but he got up early in the morning and left.
She was now alone in the cell, and the book Jeff had asked her to finish laying open and upside down on the carpet, with the pale yellow cover was facing the ceiling;
A white shirt that clearly did not belong to the owner of the cell was hanging in the bathroom, a few suspicious white spots were stained on the sleeves.
Elaine was not moving, and the room was so quiet that a pin drop can be heard.
Ta-da-da-da-da.
The sound of footsteps outside.
She stopped fidgeting with the dishes and pushed them to the door, then she turned back to the carpet and read.
It's just literature.
The more Jeff tried to insult her, the more she couldn't be defeated. What the hell was a military prostitute? As long as the fire in her heart was not extinguished, she would be the same proud Elaine.
[ Spring would come sooner or later. ]
The slim volume did not seem to take long, and when she turned to the acknowledgements at
the end of the page, that guest of 311 really came to the appointment.
First there was the sound of the lock being unlocked, then the cell door was pushed open a small crack, and a small, thin figure flashed in, just liked a thief.
After a quick reverse push, and that guest of 311 closed the door again.
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