In My Desperate Time

They walk over and handcuff me to a pillar nearby.

Then they begin to tear my clothes.

I cry and struggle desperately. My hands are scratched by the handcuffs. I try to dodge, but they grab me and I am not able to move at all.

The man is strong. He tears my shirt apart in a second.

There is only a piece of underwear under my shirt. I want to cover my breast, but I can't get rid of the handcuffs.

I feel shameful.

I wish I can die at this moment. How can I bear this?

Tears flow down my face.

They drop on the exposed skin. I feel cold.

Frances, where are you?

Do you know that I'm in danger and I really need you?

A man takes out a knife and shake it in front of me. I am scared.

What is he going to do?

of a sudden, he scratches on my breast with

immediately flows out from the

fall on the wound

these people used to be in the army? How could

thinking, someone takes out a jar. He scoops out some white powder and

It hurts.

salt on would is way more

like now, but I must look

do? Will I be tortured to death by

it might be a good

there is no chance of running away. It would be better to die before

straighten out my thinking, I am not afraid

pain is

how long I can stand

and more excited. Their eyes

behind them are impatient, but they

more wounds appear

use every method they can think of to torture

pepper powder, and melted wax on

don't even remember how many times I faint. Every time I black out, I will wake up

feel rather dizzy, and

a man put down the tools in his hands and says loudly, "That's