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024-1. This morning Jukin are stolen at gunpoint.

The door slammed in his room. He awoke with a start and saw the hour before being gagged. 8:50 am. Ten minutes before his alarm clock rings. Two men tied him up and carried him, while a third opened and closed doors. He also supports the observation that they remain completely stealth. Daylight was just, but when they took him outdoors, Jukin could see their military uniforms, the faint glow of the sun still blue, before being thrown into the back of a pickup truck dark.
The trip was difficult, because their position, their hands tied behind his back, was very uncomfortable. His right shoulder was bruised against the metal reliefs from the floor at each of a sudden the vehicle. When left turns were tight, his hands were crushed against the wall because of its own weight. In addition, a massive machine gun pointed right between the eyes, persuaded the train sleep do not stop at the station Jukin. He could not even doze.

Finally arrived, the soldiers fired into a dungeon, as abruptly as in the van. The place was perfectly moist, feeling the full foam nose. The smell was pleasant forest itself. But in an enclosed place, it referred constantly to the deprivation of liberty. Was this a maneuver to weaken the will of prisoners? He could not tell. However, the drastic conditions of his detention, ie a bed consisting of two sheets of paper stacked to any moldy furniture, were clearly a way to reduce the mass sticky man easily manipulated.
He thus had the leisure to wonder what he had ever done. In the past, what went against the army and government interests? Even thinking about some events of his past troubles, he felt his abduction irrelevant. It could simply be indicted and imprisoned. So why the secret kidnapping? Jukin had thought the problem back in all directions, an escaped him
Without his cell window, he could hardly estimate the time of his captivity. It seemed interminable. Her biological clock had no further reference and turned away empty. He felt a lot of sleep, but the few times before were a torment. We brought him food sometimes. He suspected all along that the schedule was deliberately destabilize the chaotic edge, if necessary.

Finally, we went out of his hole to throw him into office. The white light piercing the large bay window hurt his eyes. For a long time he saw a black shape indistinct in place of the head of his interlocutor. The latter, though still vague, seemed extremely solid and powerful. In any case, we could not miss the vehemence its tone nor mistaking his intentions.
The man then asked his first question. Jukin do not even understand. After a few moments of open mouth, he received the loop of a whip in full play. Then a second time in one place, even harder. He felt the drop of blood dripping onto his skin. Having nothing more to say when the second question came, he was content to ignore. This time, it was his tears that flowed down her cheeks at the impact of leather tearing.
This game still lasted. He could not answer because he had no report, no knowledge of what was questioned. In a kind of lucidity despair, face swollen, he managed to blow: "I'm Jukin. The man hung his fury: "pardon? "He spat again in the middle of a bubble of blood," Jukin! "

conditions soon changed his residence. He was granted a room with window and bathroom and toilet. His real identity was then confirmed. It was a little confusion with a certain Mr. vagal. This protester had a blog, hosted at an address almost identical to the old blog Jukin. So they had caught the wrong IP address and reassembled to him. Totally furious at this injustice, these unacceptable ways before even checking his identity, he nevertheless remained courteous. For now, he took on him and kept his apparent calm. A project of vengeance were piled them in his mind ...

(Continued next week ...)