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?

sudden, he scratches on my

out

the wound

Aren't these people used to be in the army? How could they do such

I am thinking, someone takes out a jar. He scoops out some white powder and put it on my

It hurts.

salt on would is way more painful

am like now, but I must look

should I do? Will I be

might be a

It would be better to die before they assault

straighten out my thinking, I

pain

don't know how long

front are getting more and more excited. Their eyes are filled

impatient, but they dare not say anything. They could only

and more wounds

every method they can think of to torture

powder, and melted wax on

time I black out,

and my ears are

put down the tools in his hands and says