If the first two days of captivity had been psychological torture,
then what followed was torture of both mind and body, making me wish I were dead.
The stab wound in my thigh had received no anti-inflammatory treatment or pain relief, and the pain had already left me somewhat delirious.
Several times, I wanted to beg for mercy, to ask them to put me out of my misery, but the last shred of reason I had told me begging would do no good.
They had put me on a nutrient IV because they didn't want me to die.
Since they wouldn't let me die, begging would only give them something to laugh at.
All I could do was endure it, lying on that wooden table and crying out nonstop.
They had tied down all four of my limbs. I couldn't even move.
In the end, I didn't even have the strength to cry out.
It wasn't until the next day that the supplies Qingyuan had mentioned arrived.
Two men carried the supplies into the room where I was being held. Only then did I discover there was another room inside it.
They opened the door and carried the supplies inside.
There were three large crates in all. They seemed prepared to stay here for the long haul and keep torturing me.
"What's in this crate? Why's it so heavy?"
"Open it and have a look."
As they were speaking, a third man ran in, holding up a phone. "Third Brother, the man in charge is calling. He wants to talk to you."
The man called Third Brother seemed to be the boss here.
The man in charge seemed to be Qingyuan.
Qingyuan had called to ask about my condition, then reminded the people here not to let me die.
"Sure,