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 my breast

immediately flows out from

fall on the wound and I almost

to be in the army? How could they

a jar. He

It hurts.

would is way more

can't see what I am like now, but I

I do? Will I

it might be a good

It would be better to die before they

thinking, I am not afraid

the pain

long I

people in front are getting more and more excited. Their eyes are filled with

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

more wounds appear on my

they can think of to

drop salt, pepper powder, and melted wax on

faint. Every time I black out, I will wake

rather dizzy, and

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