Excerpt of Bangkok Tattoo by John Burdett
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" 'The farang had been drinking even before he came into my club. He called
me over to join him at his table and offered to buy me a drink. I accepted a
Coca-Cola while he drank'ah, let's see'nearly a full bottle of Mekong whiskey.
He did not seem to be able to take alcohol very well and seemed confused and
disoriented. When he offered to pay my bar fine and take me back to his hotel, I
told him he was too drunk, but he insisted, and my papasan, one Sonchai
Jitpleecheep, asked me as a special favor to go with the farang, who was very
big and muscular and seemed likely to cause trouble if I didn't.' "
"Thanks," I say.
" 'He struck me as a man with many problems and talked rather abusively about
women, especially American women, whom he called cunts. I think perhaps he had
had a relationship that had gone badly wrong and that left him with very strong
feelings of bitterness toward all women, even though he claimed to like Asian
women, who he said were much kinder and gentler than farang women and more
womanly. When we reached his room, I suggested to him that he was perhaps too
drunk to make love and that it would be better if I went back to my club. I even
offered to give him back my bar fine, but he grew angry and said he could fuck
all night and pushed me into the room. He ordered me to undress, and I did so. I
was now quite frightened because I had seen a large knife'do we have the murder
"A large knife, as a matter of factlooks like a military thing, solid
steel with about a twelve-inch blade. I left it in the hotel room for now."
" 'An enormous military-type weapon lying on a bedside table. He started to
tell me what he would do to my body if I didn't gratify his desires. He stripped
naked and threw me on the bed, but he seemed unable to get an erection. He
started to masturbate to make himself big, then made me turn over onto my front.
It was then I realized that he intended to sodomize me. I begged him not to
because I never do that sort of thing, and his member now was so big I was sure
he would injure me. Still he insisted, without using a condom or a lubricant,
and the pain was so great I started to scream. He became very angry and grabbed
a pillow to try to stifle my screams, whereupon I completely lost control of my
mind because I was sure he would kill me. Luckily I was able to reach the knife,
which I swung around behind me while he was still inside me. By chance I seem to
have severed his penis. He went into shock at first and stood up, hardly able to
believe what had happened. He kept staring at his penis, which was lying on the
floor near the bed (it popped out of me and must have fallen off him when he
stood up), then he let out a terrible bestial yell and jumped on top of me. I
had turned over onto my back, and unfortunately I was still holding the knife in
both hands in a vertical position, and it penetrated his lower abdomen when he
landed. His struggles only made the wound bigger. I did what I could to save his
life, but it took some time to push him off me because he was very heavy. I was
too much in shock to call the police, until I realized he was dead and then it
was too late. All I could do to show respect was to pick up his penis and put it
on the bedside table. My dress and bra had been on the bed and were soaked in
blood. I had to put them on before I could leave the room. When I got back to
the bar, I stripped off my clothes and ran up to the comfort rooms, where I took
a powerful tranquilizer and lost consciousness.
" 'This statement was taken by Police Colonel Vikorn and Detective
Jitpleecheep of Royal Thai Police District 8 while I was in full possession of
my faculties. It is true to the best of my knowledge and belief, in testimony of
which I hereby set my right thumb print.' "
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