The Terror of Being Dominated
"What are you doing?"
Winston Williams and the other British observers rushed into the room at the commotion, just in time to see Li Bai withdraw his surgical knife.
The Danish observer, Zak Kadell, was pinned to the bed by two Chinese peacekeeping soldiers. He looked like he was about to lose it.
"Can't you see we're treating him? Get out!"
Li Bai didn't even look up.
He made a few casual cuts with the surgical knife. The Danish observer's shirt sleeve fell to pieces, and Li Bai began cleaning and disinfecting the wound.
The 75-percent medical alcohol made Zak Kadell howl.
"I need painkillers! I need anesthesia! Oh God, it hurts so much!"
"Quiet! Don't carry on like a woman. Act like a man for once. You're making such a racket! You useless piece of trash, shit, garbage, idiot, jackass, scumbag!"
The heartless Great Demon Li kept jabbing a cotton swab soaked with alcohol into the wound, then pulling it out and pushing it back in.
In and out, in and out, over and over...
The Danish observer's screams took on an almost demonic quality. The scene had descended into chaos, and it was too painful to watch.
"I'm not a scumbag!"
Zak Kadell clung to his last shred of consciousness and stubbornly protested.
"No, you are! You absolutely are!"
Li Bai jabbed him again.
"Aaargh!"
The Dane's screams drowned out his protests.
He had been branded with one humiliating label after another: "useless piece of trash, shit, garbage, idiot, jackass, scumbag..."
At the treatment room's entrance, the other UN observers who had rushed in at the commotion watched their colleague completely under Great Demon Li's thumb. Their faces turned ashen, and they trembled from head to toe.
Without a word, they retreated, pretending