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?

he scratches on my breast with

immediately flows out

tears fall on the wound

the army? How could they do such perverted

a jar. He scoops out some white powder and put it on

It hurts.

salt on would is way more painful

like now, but I must look

do? Will I be tortured

it might be a good

running away. It would be better to die

thinking, I am

pain

don't know how long I

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

they dare not say anything. They could

more wounds appear on

use every method they can think of to

salt, pepper powder, and

times I faint. Every time I black out, I will wake

rather dizzy, and my

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