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 breast with

flows out from

the wound and

Aren't these people used to be in the army?

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

It hurts.

would is way more painful than I

see what I am like now,

should I do? Will I be

be a

running away. It would be better to die before they

my thinking, I am

pain is

how long I can

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

but they dare not say anything. They could

more wounds appear on

can think of

and melted wax on

faint. Every time I black out,

rather dizzy, and my

man put down the tools in his hands and says