Desire to die

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A clang echoed from afar, the sound of an iron gate opening and closing, as usual, followed by the sound of leather shoes on the concrete floor, approaching again and again. Feng Xia knew clearly that everything was about to begin anew. This was the prelude to her new day, and then what? What would it be? She didn't even dare to think about it. But whatever the day brought, for her it would only mean a twisted body, violent trembling, and painful screams… Time had no meaning here, because since entering this underground Vietnamese military prison, she had never seen the sun. She only called the time in this dark and cold cell night, and the so-called daytime was when there was light, but it wasn't sunlight, but the light from the gas lamps in the interrogation room that made it as bright as day. Unlike before, she now preferred the night. Although it was dark and cold here, at least she couldn't see her naked body and the various strange and varied wounds covering it.

She even began to feel pain in her wounds, and although she didn't understand biology, she knew it was called a conditioned reflex. But she could only endure the pain, for touching her wounds was impossible; her limbs were firmly chained to the wall in a spread-eagle position. Those Vietnamese devils were far too cautious. Although Feng Xia was the only female captain of the Chinese Black Cat Special Forces, and although she was much taller and stronger than their slender figures, the solid stone wall and heavy iron gate rendered human strength futile.

Feng Xia had never doubted her own strength. Whether bidding farewell to her newlywed husband before going to battle, solemnly receiving the special mission from her superior, or even attaching her grenade, she had never doubted it. But now, would she still be so confident? Compared to those still-immature young team members, 28 years old was no longer young, yet why was she the sole survivor? She remembered that dark, moonless night when she and her comrades confidently embarked on the forest path, as dark as the night itself—a path of no return. It was midnight, but the sky suddenly shone as bright as day. Before they could react, shells and bullets rained down. She witnessed firsthand how those young bodies fell in the barrage, heard their cries before their deaths, until a howling bomb fell beside her, and then it was all over. And the nightmare began.

Nearly a century of war had not only honed the Vietnamese combat skills, but their torture techniques had also become incredibly sophisticated and varied. Had the Chinese taught them this? No, because Feng Xia knew that Vietnamese captured by the Chinese army would not suffer any inhumane treatment. But now, she understood that the Vietnamese didn't simply copy the Chinese in everything.

She now only regretted not having the chance to detonate the grenade she had saved for herself.

Those Vietnamese devils had figured out her identity from the start. It was simple: the timing of their operation indicated they were special forces members; and her age indicated she was the leader of this special forces squad. The Vietnamese placed high hopes on Feng Xia, evident in their passion for her both physically and mentally. Yet, in dealing with her, they displayed extreme patience and meticulousness, seemingly in no hurry to know anything, perhaps because they had plenty of time and means.

As the heavy iron door was pulled open, the bright light from the corridor flooded the cell, illuminating Feng Xia's body, which faced the door and was tightly handcuffed to the stone wall. Three figures entered and stood before Feng Xia. As usual, they didn't immediately uncuff her, but instead carefully examined her from head to toe. They admired the naked body of this alluring Chinese woman before them, and the crisscrossing "patterns" covering it—their handiwork. They often whispered amongst themselves as they looked, perhaps saying, "This is almost healed, we can work on this now," or "Those wounds weren't there the day before yesterday, so so-and-so must have done it yesterday." Feng Xia lowered her head, unwilling to meet the three pairs of beast-like eyes, but inadvertently saw the numerous scars she dreaded even more.

The countless pockmarks on her full, swollen breasts were the result of countless cigarette butts stubbed out, habitually pressed onto her body whenever the executioners' cigarettes were nearly finished. Perhaps some were even Chinese cigarettes. The largest circular scars on her areolas were the marks left by the ugliest execution captain, whose mouth, filled with yellow teeth, always held a thick, black cigar. The patterns on her ribs and thighs were from the steel whip. Feng Xia clearly remembered that her screams were equally shrill and piercing, accompanying the sharp, tearing sound of the steel whip. The executioners, however, seemed to be enjoying this discordant chord, as if watching a Western opera. The marks from the rubber batons were not very noticeable, only leaving bruises across her back and buttocks. When not being touched, she felt nothing, but when struck again, the excruciating pain was enough to bring tears to this iron lady's eyes. A three-inch-long, worm-like scar on her lower abdomen was slowly cut open by the execution captain with a serrated military dagger. As he cut, he carefully watched her scream, her body arching back and forth, her convulsing muscles seemingly trying to break free of the rack binding her body. Covered her body were also many red spots that were difficult to see—the handiwork of a small man skilled in using steel needles for torture. Whenever Feng Xia saw those steel needles of varying lengths and thicknesses, gleaming with a cold blue light, her heart clenched. Until those needles pierced each of her sensitive spots, it wasn't just her heart that clenched, but her muscles as well. Earlobes, fingernails, labia, soles of feet, anus, and even nipples hardened from cigar burns were the preferred targets. Sometimes, the exposed end of the steel needle would be heated red-hot with fire, and then her breasts would be tied together from the base with steel wire, making her nipples hard and erect. Amidst the sizzling, burning sound, Feng Xia's consciousness often drifted into another world.

There were also some unseen wounds that caused Feng Xia even greater pain: electricity. Although unwilling, she clearly remembered the agony of her first electric shock torture. She was suspended in the interrogation room under the bright lights, her legs spread wide apart by two thick iron chains hanging from the ceiling. Three thick copper wires connected to electrical wires were inserted into her vagina, urethra, and anus, respectively. Without any warning, the first current suddenly struck. She felt as if three red-hot iron rods were simultaneously piercing her body; a sharp pain shot through her pelvic area, as if burned by flames or cut by sharp blades. Her abdomen involuntarily arched and then suddenly dropped. With each powerful electric shock, her body rose and fell, like a puppet on thin strings, tumbling involuntarily. Her muscles tensed, veins bulged, and her eyes seemed about to pop out of their sockets. She tried to scream to distract herself from the excruciating pain, but her constricted throat uttered no sound. She felt a raging fire burning inside her, a fire that seemed to be searching for an outlet. Finally, the fire burst from her throat, transforming into a long, heart-wrenching howl. With this howl, her consciousness slowly drifted away from her body. She was awakened by a large bucket of cold water. Again, without warning, the electric current began to attack her body again. This time, she understood the second effect of the cold water: not only did the intense burning sensation return inside her body, but the current also traveled through her entire body via the water. She felt as if every pore on her skin was pierced by sharp needles, desperately trying to drill into her flesh. As the electric current fluctuated in intensity, her body convulsed intermittently, and she made "hoarse" sounds. Although a copper wire was inserted into her urethra, urine from her bladder still flowed onto the floor along the wire.

Suddenly, a strong electric current struck, and she felt a numbness in her anus. She could no longer control her sphincter, and feces sprayed onto the floor like raindrops... Although pain was not unfamiliar to her, this electric shock made her relive what it felt like to be in excruciating agony.

Before the second electric shock, the enemy injected her with a veterinary aphrodisiac. Feng Xia, with immense willpower, suppressed her lust, swallowing hard, her face flushed red, her swollen, purplish nipples erect as thick as fingers. She was suspended upside down with her legs spread, her hands tightly bound to her thighs. The execution captain stood before her, making her feel extremely uncomfortable, because even her lover had never seen her muscular naked body so clearly. The execution captain not only looked at her but also "touched" her entire body, not with his hands, but with a large electric baton. The blue-glowing electrodes touched areas that elicited mostly cries, none of which sounded as pleasant as when her husband caressed her. The execution captain seemed particularly interested in her delicate vulva, repeatedly thrusting the baton there, which was effortless for him given Feng Xia's upside-down position. Despite her best efforts to control her lust in this situation, the numbing and tingling electric current involuntarily made her genitals wet. Amidst her own fluctuating moans and curses, and the lewd laughter of the executioners watching, her vaginal fluids gushed out repeatedly… The enemy then thrust the thick electric baton into her vagina, pumping it in and out relentlessly. Intense pain accompanied by frenzied pleasure coursed through her entire body. When the baton was abruptly pulled out and inserted into her tightly closed anus, a gush of hot, murky liquid spurted from her swollen, parted labia! …Every time she thought of that torture, Feng Xia felt utterly ashamed. She knew those Vietnamese devils would stop at nothing to break her will. And after she and several other captured comrades suffered several more rounds of varied physical and mental torture, she was even more astonished by the inhumanity and depravity of these devils.

The enemy began injecting Feng Xia with a potent lactation-inducing drug, roughly every two days. This drug not only caused her breasts to swell and ache, but also created unbearable itching around her nipples and vulva, causing vaginal fluid to involuntarily flow down her thighs. Several times, Feng Xia, in a state of sexual arousal, woke up to find a puddle of her vaginal fluid on the ground. The potent lactation-inducing drug doubled the size of her breasts, and along with the swelling and pain came more than 500 milliliters of milk per day. Her two full, firm breasts were like overinflated balloons about to burst, the skin taut, stretching out bulging blue veins. Her two dark red areolas bulged, and her dark brown nipples were erect and hard, almost an inch high.

Feng Xia had always believed she was the only captured Chinese female soldier in this underground hellhole, but during a torture feast held by these cannibalistic devils, she learned that she was not the only victim. That time, she was taken to a large room filled with people under bright lights. Besides the heavily armed Vietnamese soldiers and the torturers she would recognize even if they were skinned alive, there were four young women, just like her, standing there completely naked. Although she didn't recognize them, their full, strong physiques and beautiful features suggested they were her compatriots, and the numerous scars covering their bodies, just like hers, seemed to loudly proclaim the "baptism" they had endured. Were they also captured Chinese female soldiers…? "Come, meet your comrades," a Vietnamese soldier who often acted as a translator during torture dispelled her suspicions.

Seeing comrades after enduring so much suffering should have been the happiest thing, but in this situation, in this environment, it brought them only embarrassment, pain, and fear of the impending torment. The Vietnamese were truly "exceptionally clever"; even inconspicuous bamboo had become a tool for their tyranny. Chairs made of bamboo were tied to their shoulders and secured to their backs with ropes. Their hands were also stretched out and pulled backward in opposite directions until they reached behind their heads, then tightly bound to the sides of the bamboo chair. A bamboo pole about a meter long was also tied horizontally to their heels, fixing the distance between their legs so they could neither widen nor narrow. In the middle of this horizontal pole fixing their feet, two upright bamboo sticks were tied, the upper parts of which were deeply inserted into the vaginas and anuses of each female soldier being tortured. "You are bamboo horses," the translator said with a wicked grin. So, each "bamboo horse" had a person sitting on its saddle, and each driver held a "reins"—the other end of which split into two strands, each tightly tied with an iron hook to the nipple of each Chinese female soldier. Whenever this "reins" were tightened, Feng Xia and her comrades had to walk forward, and with each step, the bamboo pole fixing their feet would twist back and forth, causing the two bamboo sticks tied to it to rotate violently inside their anuses and vaginas. Amidst laughter and shouts from the handlers, the "bamboo horses" ran in circles around the room. They ran until they were all panting heavily, but the bamboo sticks inserted into their anuses forced them to remain upright, their legs unable to bend even slightly, mechanically running, running, running. The inner walls of their anuses bled from the prolonged, intense friction of the rough bamboo sticks, causing excruciating pain.

After the "bamboo horse" torture, the devils, perhaps not yet satisfied, bound the five women's hands behind their backs and made them kneel in a circle facing each other. A long electrical wire connected to a generator was looped around each woman's nipples. Each time the hand controlling the power pressed, the five women screamed in agony until they urinated. Stimulated by the electric current, Feng Xia's nipples turned purple from engorgement, even spraying milk onto the woman opposite her... A blow from the stick interrupted Feng Xia's thoughts; one of the Vietnamese soldiers made a shooting gesture towards her. Was she being executed? Or was it another staged execution like the previous two? She didn't know.

Death was a luxury for her; she longed for that day to come.

[The End]

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