He moved the gun up to the girl’s mouth and stuck it harshly between her teeth, a trickle of blood emerging from what must have been the most sensual lips in Asia. The whiteness of her teeth extreme. With the gun in her mouth he ran his other hand all over her body, lingering over the tiny nipples and pushing a finger or two inside her vagina.

He said something else which had the crowd in hysterics. The Colonel whispered, in a sudden lull in the music,

‘She’s still a virgin and for sale to the highest bidder. Fancy your chances, son?’

My legs went all weak on me, staggered along the wall to what passed for a third world toilet and must’ve blacked out for a while because the world had turned a nasty shade of black when I emerged…

The small room in total bedlam by the time the final player in her sexual ruin approached. Togged out in some kind of military uniform, with enough stars and medals to equip a platoon, he flipped the girl over and took her virginity in a matter of seconds. When he pulled out, a thin river of blood and semen ran out of her pussy.

The Colonel in a frenzy of excitement by then, his eyes popping out of his head and his whole body appeared to shimmer in anticipation. The excess flesh on his skin quivered wildly, his hand shook where it was again trying to break my arm in half and he was slightly crouched forward as if waiting for the command to charge off to the stage.

I could feel the energy running through his body, electric shocks ran up my arm. Had there been a TV in the room it would’ve been blitzed by a storm of electrical interference.

The Cambodian boss went over to the girl, gave her a few kicks and then force fed her a huge quantity of water. Her body covered in sweat and semen, which the Cambodian spread deep into her skin with one hand. He said something to the crowd which had them in hysterics again.

Then he went into a tirade against the Vietnamese, the uproar that followed drowned out even the music, which itself had sounded like sheep being slaughtered with an out of control chainsaw. All pretence of a smiling countenance long since lost by the Khmers; exulting in letting their true natures loose.