Na Cheon thought of the Beloved Leader and asked if Gurshan knew about him.
Gurshan said of course he knew about the Beloved Leader. “We work with him, don’t you know? But Mohammed revealed Allah to us. He is our beloved. He is who will punish all the unbelievers, burn them to ashes and then burn their ashes, too.”
They could see Gurshan struggle as he looked at them. He did not quite know what more to say about Allah except that there must be Jihad to defend Him. Nor did he know quite what to say about two Korean whores, which is what he called them, living in the bosom of his ancestral estate. They could see he wanted to possess them. Any girl could see the heat in his eyes, the restlessness of his hands and knees.
“You’re the daughter of a general. We should send you back,” he told Na Cheon. “North Korea is infidel but our friend. What is my father thinking? You must be punished.”
Park Pok-sun saw tears in Na Cheon’s eyes. Arjan had betrayed her secrets! So Park Pok-sun undressed and approached Gurshan.
“Don’t say that about Na Cheon,” she said. “We will be your friends. Let us show you.”
Gurshan knocked her down and pulled off his belt. Na Cheon leaped forward to stop him. They fell on top of Park Pok-sun. Na Cheon pushed his face between Park Pok-sun’s breasts and reached into his loosened pants where he was excited.
Gurshan came back many times for sex and to tell them they were devils. Eventually he cried out, asking them to leave him alone or else beat him, take his belt and beat him. Finally Park Pok-sun did this.
“And slap me! Make me soft!”
Park Pok-sun slapped him, but he grew harder, bigger. She straddled him and when his white stuff shot out, she smeared it on his face and lips. Yet he was still hard.
“I asked you not to touch him, didn’t I?” Arjan asked. “Now look what he did! I invited important people to eat with us. This was to be ecumenical there are Christians and Jews in Pakistan, did you know that? Yes? No? Well, I am on all sides, but Gurshan is not. He told someone that I keep the daughter of a North Korean general as my whore. He led this someone to the edge of the garden and pointed at this house and said you were in it. I fuck North Korea’s generals, I fuck North Korea our ally in nuclear matters. Yes, this is what Gurshan said! Did you teach him the word fuck? Off you go now. I can’t have you here. The fanatics will create a scandal. It’s back to Karachi for you both. Quick, quick, pack. By nightfall, I want you gone.”
They were taken to Karachi and left in a place where a man approached them right away. His name was Iqbal.
“You work for me, I take care of you. Food, doctors, everything, but only if you work for me, do you understand?”
He was a big strong guy who tested them both in turn.
“Okay, good. Real good. Now I have other women and you must get along with them or I’ll shave your head. Want your head shaved? I didn’t think so. Don’t fight the others then. Do what you’re told. Let the doctor have some if he wants it. Everyone else pays.”
There was in fact a Cambodian woman who had her head shaved; likewise a Nepalese woman and a Vietnamese woman. Why? Because when women fight, they pull each other’s hair, the madame said. Answer? Iqbal was right: cut it off. She stroked Na Cheon’s long beautiful hair and said it was a gift Na Cheon should never surrender, even though all the other women could see that the Cambodian, Nepalese and Vietnamese women got lots of men anyway. Many men liked bald women.
Sometimes, Na Cheon was taken to a hotel. One man wanted her to hold his Bible as he had sex with her. He said Jesus meant this. She asked if Jesus was like Allah.
“No, not like Allah! You don’t know about Christ? Lie down and don’t let go of that Bible. All His glory will pour through you while we make love.”
Some of the others had done Bible-sex with him. The Vietnamese woman was Catholic. She explained Jesus was God on earth and saved those who believed.
“Do you believe, Na Cheon?”
“How can I believe?” Na Cheon asked.
“Because we’re all in the Bible, all of us, prostitutes, men who kill, the Romans. Everyone!
Cho Sun also worked for Iqbal and was from Korea. She told Na Cheon about the Reverend Sung Wei who said that God told him to finish Jesus’s work, marry the world in love, save everyone in peace.
“Who do we marry?” Na Cheon asked.
“Japanese. Then we have real jobs, one husband, and children. No more of this.”
“Not whores anymore?” Park Pok-sun asked.
“Who said whores? Don’t say that! Sex workers!”
Na Cheon asked, “If we could get back to Korea, how would we find Sung Wei?”
Cho Sun said Sung Wei would find them. He came from North Korea and survived. He went to jail in the United States and survived. He built his churches and prayer center in Busan and survived.