Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 1209 Special Treatment
"Yes, yes, I totally understand!" Marina knew in an instant that she was the only person she could rely on.

"Now, do as I say," Mendoza reassured her. "Don't be afraid, they are here to help you take a bath. That's the rule here."

Fighting back her fear, Marina reluctantly nodded her head in submission.

"I will wait for you outside the door." Mendoza then said something that frightened her, "Please take off your clothes yourself. Believe me, your refusal will not be of any use, try to obey what they do .It will make you feel better."

Marina took this as advice from someone who had experienced it, but the meaning contained in it made her know the humiliation she would suffer next.With tears in her eyes, she nodded silently.

Mendoza disappeared behind the door, surrounded by four maids, one of whom threw a rattan basket at her feet, pointed to the basket and said a few words, she guessed that she probably wanted her to take off her clothes and put them in the basket , obviously, if she didn't want to undress herself, they didn't care to strip her naked at once.

Even if she is of the same sex, Marina has never had the experience of undressing in front of women—when bathing in the monastery, these "female students" would wear a large cotton burqa, take off their clothes under the burqa, and then Wearing a burqa to enter the bath, everyone washes themselves under the burqa, and absolutely can't see a little bit of their own and others' flesh except for their face and neck.

Apparently the pirates didn't intend to provide the burqa, and although she had made up her mind to follow Miss Mendoza's advice, she couldn't undress herself: the luxurious attire was put on with the help of a maid, and she was alone. It cannot be taken off no matter what.

The four maids obviously couldn't help themselves, and they immediately began to undress her: rough and forceful.After struggling slightly, Marina stopped moving, letting them manipulate her, silently praying in her heart to the martyred saints she had read about that she would be able to bear all the suffering.

When all the clothes were taken off, Marina noticed a look of surprise and contempt on the maid's face, and then she was taken to a wooden stool in the bathroom and sat down, and a maid began to untie her hair ——Obviously the same as taking off her clothes, the pirate maids are not familiar with European hairstyles, so they will inevitably rely on brute force to pull and pull, and the pain makes Marina almost cry.With great difficulty, she untied her thick long hair completely.

For a moment, the maids showed disgust on their faces. One of the maids picked up a bucket of hot water and poured it on her head, followed by a large piece of soap, and then they used that sharp and hard thing to comb her hair. - Apparently, this gets rid of head fleas.

Hot water, soap and a scalp-stinging comb tossed and tossed through her hair, Marina endured with a kind of martyr's determination.

Then they began to torture her body with hot water soap and a rough and elastic object.She was roughly pushed down on the stool, and even washed, washed and brushed over and over again.

The soapy water saturated with dirt flowed on the white floor tiles like gray streams.

Finally, when she was almost passed out from the heat and brutality of the bath, the weird bathing was over.The maids wiped her body with a soft impossibly soft fabric - sucking moisture from her skin in an instant.

The maids looked at her body carefully, as if they were appraising their work achievements.At last they were satisfied.She was covered with a white soft fabric.

Then the door opened and Miss Mendoza walked in.

Her expression seemed to be very sorry, and she stopped in front of her.Carefully looked at her.

"Please take off the towel," she said.

She backed away for a moment.Hesitantly, he put down the towel wrapped around his body.Her body is on full display.Fully nude, she has been tightly wrapped and guarded for more than ten years. Even her body, which she has never seen carefully, is now showing all the real parts.

Now the nasty grime has all been washed and the layered clothing is gone.The Spanish lady doesn't look bad in her figure.Not tall, not well-built -- obviously not a girl who does sports a lot.Obviously, it is impossible for girls in this time and space to realize the importance of body shape.

Miss Mendoza went to another wooden cabinet along the wall to open one.A row of coats hung tightly inside.It looks very soft and luxurious.She pulls these out.It is a robe.

She took one out and handed it out.Marina took it hesitantly - the material is soft and fine, it seems to be made of the best cotton.

"You put this on."

Mendoza spent a few minutes teaching her to wear a bra and underwear before dressing her in a short-sleeved blue dress.This is the clothing often worn by senior naturalized female employees in summer, with skirts that fall a little below the knees.It is made of Songjiang cotton cloth, the style is extremely simple, and the accessory is a belt that can adjust the waist and bust in addition to the buttons on the back.She tied Marina's long, thick hair with a headband.

"Your hair is beautiful," Miss Mendoza praised.

Marina felt like she was dressing like a slave—or maybe she was a slave now.Short sleeves are okay, but such unscrupulous clothing that reveals the calf, even prostitutes will not wear it like this.

With bare calves and feet, and bare arms, she felt a shudder, as if she was naked.Shrouded in a great depression, she silently put on the espadrilles prepared for her.

"Come on, come here," Mendoza said gently, leading her out of "Alibaba's bathroom."

Marina, whose will was on the verge of collapse, was taken to the "special room" of the quarantine camp, on the second floor of the small building where she had just bathed.This yard is prepared for captives and "guests" with special identities.Here you can enjoy the special treatment of "purification" alone.

"This is your room," Mendoza said. "You lived here until the last order."

The room is small, the walls are whitewashed, and the floor is made of wood.The furniture is simple: a small bed, a cabinet, a round table and four chairs.The house was spotless, without any clutter.Marina felt that the house was a bit like a small Spanish inn, but much brighter and cleaner.

The window was open, but outside was a cage with iron gauze, which seemed to remind her that this was not an inn, but a place where she was imprisoned and waiting to be released.

"Can you return my luggage and clothes to me?" She tried to ask, testing Mendoza's bottom line-she sympathized with her, she is not a cold and repulsive person, here , she was probably the only kind person she could deal with.She said, "Look, there's nothing here but sheets and stalls."

"Your luggage is the spoils of the Senate, but I think it's okay to return some of the clothes." Mendoza said politely, "I will definitely find a way." She touched her shoulder to reassure her.

Everything now makes her difficult.Her mind was like a mess.Miss Mendoza calmed down in the chair. "Let me make you a cup of tea," she said.

"What is tea?"

"A Chinese drink, like, uh... like yerba mate."

She knew yerba mate, but few people drank it in Mexico City, it came from far away in La Plata, only the Jesuit priests drank it.

Marina's eyes scanned the house, bewildered by the appearance of everything - she knew exactly what it was, but they were unlike anything she had ever seen of their kind.

From a certain point of view, these furniture items are all shockingly simple, almost without any decoration, and there is no painting or carving. They seem to be the products of the most clumsy carpenters who simply put together wood.But they are placed there, but they are so harmonious and beautiful.Every edge of the furniture is neat and every angle is exactly the same.The surface of the wood is smooth and delicate, revealing the beautiful wood grain.The simplicity not only does not detract from their texture, but adds a special aesthetic feeling.

Mendoza brought her tea—in Chinese porcelain!Beautiful blue flowers, plants and trees are drawn on the delicate porcelain that is as crystal white as snow.The slight yellow color of Chinese tea shines through the thin porcelain wall, reflecting a soft light.

A square piece of snow-white sugar was placed on the plate, so exquisite that it was difficult to take it.

The tea is black tea made from Lingao fermented Fujian tea, served with sugar cubes.This method of drinking tea is the consumption method that the trade department is trying to sell to Europeans recently, in order to be able to export two bulk commodities at the same time.

She carefully picked up the plate, put a small piece of sugar according to Mendoza's instructions, and stirred it gently with a teaspoon.The sweet tea calmed her heart, and she noticed the cross pendant on Mendoza's neck—this was another item from the old time and space besides the bikini she was wearing. .

"You are a believer in the Lord." She said happily.

"Yes." Mendoza nodded.

"This is great!" Marina's mood immediately improved a lot. If she was a converted heathen, it would be terrible. These people are more terrifying and abhorrent than real heathens.

"Are you Spanish?"

"No, I'm a Venezuelan." Mendoza said habitually.

"Oh, you're not 'Peninsula'."

This word made Mendoza slow to react. By the way, there is no country Venezuela in this time and space, only the province of Venezuela in New Spain.

"Yes, I'm not 'Peninsular'. I was born in Venezuela." She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should be called "Mesotis" or "Krivao"?
"Why are you here, what is this place?" Marina asked eagerly.

(End of this chapter)