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?

scratches on

immediately flows out

fall on the wound and I almost

be in the army? How

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

It hurts.

would is way more painful than I have

am like now, but I must look

do? Will I be tortured to death by

be

of running away. It would be better to die

straighten out my thinking, I am not afraid

pain

long I

and more excited. Their

but they dare not say anything.

more wounds appear

use every method they can think of to

salt, pepper powder, and melted wax on my

don't even remember how many times I faint. Every time I black

and my

down the tools in his hands and says loudly, "That's it. I can't wait