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They put me in a tiny cramped cell
The stench was suffocating
They made me crawl through a small trap door for my interrogation
They pushed me down onto a frame of sharp-edged wood
They tied my hands behind my back and to my legs
They stripped me to the waist so my breasts were bare
They attached wires and ran electric currents through me
The shocks sent my body into spasms
My tears and mucus flowed uncontrollably
The pain was awful
They pumped my belly full of water
The feeling of it gushing out of my body was hardly bearable
Outside the cell tortured prisoners lay in the corridor
They howled in pain... The cries pierced my heart
The officer slapped my face.
I felt absolutely helpless
They released me finally
My eyes could hardly open as I stood in the sun
My mind was a compete blank
I stood in the clothes I had worn for 200 days
I felt I had returned from death

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words spoken by a survivor
of the Japanese occupation
of
Singapore
inspired by a visit
to the Old Ford Factory Museum
Bukit Timah
Singapore​
 
pkindenhaag said:
They put me in a tiny cramped cell
The stench was suffocating
They made me crawl through a small trap door for my interrogation
They pushed me down onto a frame of sharp-edged wood
They tied my hands behind my back and to my legs
They stripped me to the waist so my breasts were bare
They attached wires and ran electric currents through me
The shocks sent my body into spasms
My tears and mucus flowed uncontrollably
The pain was awful
They pumped my belly full of water
The feeling of it gushing out of my body was hardly bearable
Outside the cell tortured prisoners lay in the corridor
They howled in pain... The cries pierced my heart
The officer slapped my face.
I felt absolutely helpless
They released me finally
My eyes could hardly open as I stood in the sun
My mind was a compete blank
I stood in the clothes I had worn for 200 days
I felt I had returned from death

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words spoken by a survivor
of the Japanese occupation
of
Singapore
inspired by a visit
to the Old Ford Factory Museum
Bukit Timah
Singapore​
Click to expand...
There is terrible real evil in The World, both past and present.
 
pkindenhaag said:
They put me in a tiny cramped cell
The stench was suffocating
They made me crawl through a small trap door for my interrogation
They pushed me down onto a frame of sharp-edged wood
They tied my hands behind my back and to my legs
They stripped me to the waist so my breasts were bare
They attached wires and ran electric currents through me
The shocks sent my body into spasms
My tears and mucus flowed uncontrollably
The pain was awful
They pumped my belly full of water
The feeling of it gushing out of my body was hardly bearable
Outside the cell tortured prisoners lay in the corridor
They howled in pain... The cries pierced my heart
The officer slapped my face.
I felt absolutely helpless
They released me finally
My eyes could hardly open as I stood in the sun
My mind was a compete blank
I stood in the clothes I had worn for 200 days
I felt I had returned from death

View attachment 110819


words spoken by a survivor
of the Japanese occupation
of
Singapore
inspired by a visit
to the Old Ford Factory Museum
Bukit Timah
Singapore​
Click to expand...

yes i recently read some accounts of the occupation....how horrible....intensely written PKin!!!!
 
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The moving narrative makes its own statement for history.

Is certainly natural for the orientation of this forum to be toward Roman and other western crux pursuits. However, coming largely from the bondage world with its many and varied Asian origins, I am wondering a bit at the scarcity of Asian crux and sm themes here.

Thoughts from anyone?
 
 
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