Eighteen minutes of pure hell, let me tell you!
The ride in the “courtesy” van to Changi Prison was a harrowing experience for Barbara Moore. Shackled hand and foot, leashed and collared, and tightly hooded, she was wedged in between two guards in the back of the van, wearing only a brief prison jumpsuit that bared her slim midriff. Breathing the fetid air inside the damp, moldy hood was like being suffocated. The two guards, who had been leaders of her rape and abuse at the Prison, now taunted her with threats of how much more they would torment her now that she was convicted. They probed, stroked, and molested her body nonstop on the drive...
- Singapore, Monday, March 25th 2019, 5:30PM
Barbara struggled to endure these additional humiliations and terrors for the eighteen minutes until the van pulled up at Changi, the place designated for her new punishment and execution. Her mind raced with fears of what new and even more cruel acts might be perpetrated upon her in the weeks before her barbaric execution was scheduled. The guards unrestrained exploring of her vulnerable body was clearly just a foretaste of the horrors to come. Was it any surprise that she sobbed bitterly?