Chapter 3 - Another Beating

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Bang Kwang prison, Bangkok

The Here and Now

Eight footsteps double-time it in my direction, four guards approaching my cell with purpose. I've been here long enough to know what the purpose is; I'm in for another beating.

The door slams open.

"Lie flat," screams a guard as he swishes a three-foot-long bamboo cane in the air.

I know better than to resist, or to ask what the beating is for. I lie face down on the stone floor and spread my arms and legs. I grit my teeth and hold my breath, determined not to scream as the blows rain down on my back and buttocks.

But the pain is too overpowering. I scream, and scream, and scream.

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