female prisoners of war

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The essence of war, particularly the capture of female prisoners of war in the Vietnam War, is tragic and cruel, while women are inherently gentle and kind. Women being drawn into war is already a human tragedy, but their fate as prisoners is even more tragic.

Prisoners of war are an inevitable product of war; where there is war, there are prisoners of war, and where there are female soldiers, there are bound to be female prisoners of war—this is perfectly normal. Whether officer or soldier, once on the battlefield, one inevitably faces two choices: sacrifice or capture. Capture itself is not shameful; surrendering to the enemy when one's strength is insufficient is a soldier's legitimate right. However, this right does not belong to women.

On the battlefield, when female soldiers face dire straits, they have only one choice: death. Death is terrible, but for female soldiers, capture is far more terrifying than death. No kind-hearted person can imagine what awaits a female soldier once she falls into enemy hands! The following story takes place during the Vietnam War.

In the Vietnam War of the 1960s and 70s, many captured female soldiers suffered a tragic fate.

In April 1966, the U.S. 116th Infantry Division sent a group of captured female soldiers to a prisoner-of-war camp in the Youding area northwest of Saigon. Those in the camp lived in makeshift shacks, forced to do hard labor in factories, and underwent so-called "re-education." The camp was surrounded by barbed wire and numerous guard towers, guarded by Vietnamese puppet troops, with Major Vinh as its commander.

Major Vinh had previously trained at the U.S. military base in Clark, Philippines, and had also spent over six months training with U.S. advisors in Taiwan's Military Intelligence Bureau. He later served as the bodyguard of President Ngo Dinh Diem and as the puppet police chief of Thanh Hoa City, known for his ruthlessness and brutality.

He established a special interrogation and training center within the camp, a heavily guarded facility consisting of a three-story building and several bungalows, surrounded by high walls forming a large, lush, and shady courtyard. Major Rong's quarters were on the top floor of a three-story building, while the ground floor was actually a semi-basement, with a corridor connecting several dark cells and a dedicated torture chamber. Major Rong personally selected and trained four ruthless henchmen specifically to torture prisoners of war in this torture chamber.

Many prisoners of war had been subjected to brutal interrogation in this interrogation room. Young and beautiful female prisoners of war, in particular, became the focus of Major Rong and his henchmen's "interrogation," and some had even been imprisoned there for extended periods. In reality, the so-called "interrogation" of the female prisoners was merely a pretext. Major Rong and his henchmen had no intention of obtaining any valuable information from these ordinary female soldiers; it was purely an opportunity to satisfy their despicable desires.

In their eyes, interrogating female prisoners of war was a strange pleasure, the most stimulating and pleasurable experience. Under the cover of the "interrogation" pretext, they could freely unleash the brutal methods they couldn't normally employ, venting their bestial lust on the captured female soldiers.

After the female prisoners were brought to the interrogation room, the thugs would often threaten to strip them naked after only a few questions. Regardless of whether they confessed or what they said, the next step was almost always the same: first, the female prisoners were stripped naked, tied up, and subjected to wanton humiliation, then their naked bodies were subjected to various forms of torture. The thugs were extremely cruel during the torture, employing any despicable means possible.

The "interrogations" of the female prisoners usually took place at night. Although some soundproofing measures were taken, people on the ground floor of the building often heard the piercing screams of women coming from the interrogation room late at night.

Major Rong was an extremely cruel sadist and lecherous man. Interrogating female prisoners of war was his particular hobby; he greatly enjoyed the sound of a whip dipped in cold water striking women's flesh and their screams. He couldn't even enjoy his food if he didn't satisfy his lust for three days. He was physically strong and ruthless, with a natural inclination to torture women. Coupled with his intelligence and studiousness, he was fond of reading and research, thus mastering and inventing many cruel methods of torture for women.

During his tenure as the head of the puppet police force, he employed various cruel methods to force even the most stubborn women to confess under his inhuman torture. He had women he had subdued recount their experiences of torture in order to improve his methods. He also dragged young female prisoners facing execution to the interrogation room and subjected them to different forms of torture, judging the effectiveness of the punishment by their expressions and screams. When he learned that several beautiful female soldiers in their twenties were among the female prisoners in the POW camp, he immediately ordered them to be taken to the interrogation department.

Nguyen Thi Hue was a female soldier in the South Vietnamese Liberation Army, a beautiful and strong Vietnamese girl just over twenty years old. She had fair and delicate skin, expressive black eyes, long eyelashes, and soft, slightly pouting lips. Her beauty astonished the Vietnamese puppet troops guarding the POW camp. On her fourth day in the POW camp, she was taken to the interrogation room by several Vietnamese puppet soldiers, where she was held in solitary confinement for three days.

Late at night, Nguyen Thi Hue was led by two female guards to the interrogation room on the ground floor of the building. Sitting on the sofa in the center was a slightly overweight man in his forties with a stubble-covered face—Major Rong. When Nguyen Thi Hue was brought in, Major Rong immediately stood up. He had never seen such a beautiful female soldier before; her beautiful face, charming features, soft, white skin, graceful figure, and especially her high, firm breasts, made him drool. He felt an uncontrollable sexual urge, wanting nothing more than to immediately strip her naked and subject her to all sorts of brutal methods on that beautiful body he so desired, to vent his desires.

The young female soldier felt nauseous seeing this repulsive man staring at her like a wolf and quickly turned her head away. Major Rong realized his lapse in composure. He coughed twice, lit a cigarette, tried to calm himself, and then began his "interrogation."

"I've long heard Miss Ruan is a beauty, and seeing you today, it's certainly true. I like pretty ladies like you, so I specially invited you here for a chat," Major Rong said, his words dripping with sarcasm. "

You've got the wrong person. We have nothing to talk about!" Ruan Shihui replied, head held high, in a clear voice.

"What do you mean there's nothing to talk about? Not necessarily! For example, your communication codes, and the content of your communications with your superiors these past few days—I'm very interested in those." "I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary female soldier; I don't know what you're talking about." Despite being imprisoned, the kind-hearted girl seemed unaware of her predicament, her expression remarkably composed. This answer was exactly what Major Rong had expected; almost every woman brought here initially had the same attitude. That didn't matter; he had plenty of ways to make them talk and submit.

Especially young, innocent female soldiers like these, unlike the female intelligence agents, were much easier to get to confess. All he needed to do was strip her clothes off, hang her up, and subject her to a couple of tortures, and she would obediently confess everything she knew. However, that wasn't what he needed at the moment.

"Miss, do you know where this place is?" Major Rong suddenly changed his tone, his voice becoming vicious.

"A prisoner-of-war camp!" Nguyen Thi Hue's answer was straightforward.

"Haha..." Major Rong thought this female soldier was incredibly naive and innocent, completely oblivious to what was about to happen. He couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Alright, then please familiarize yourself with this place, Miss! After you've seen it, you'll answer me in a different way." With that, Major Rong pressed a button on the table.

Instantly, a door next to it opened. It was a large, gloomy, and terrifying interrogation room, from which came the pitiful groans and cries of a woman, the agonizing groans of someone unable to endure torture, sending chills down one's spine. Only then did the young woman suddenly realize the imminent reality—severe torture and physical torment! She had heard stories of underground workers being tortured after being arrested, but she never imagined it would happen to her.

Fear filled her; her breasts heaved, and her breathing became rapid.

"Come on, take this lady inside for a tour!" Major Rong shouted to the thugs in the interrogation room.

No sooner had the words left her lips than two burly, shirtless men rushed out. Without a word, they grabbed Nguyen Thi Hue by the arms and dragged her toward the interrogation room. "What are you doing?" the young woman screamed, kicking and biting, struggling desperately in the men's grasp.

At that moment, two more thugs rushed out, and the four of them lifted the girl by her arms and legs, carrying her into the interrogation room like a lamb. Major Rong chuckled coldly, lit a cigarette, took two deep drags, and turned to walk toward the interrogation room.

Inside, Nguyen Thi Hue was thrown heavily to the ground. Before she could even get up, she was stunned by the scene before her—a young woman, completely naked, her hands and feet bound together behind her back, hung face down in the center of the interrogation room, emitting intermittent groans and cries of pain.

The woman's body was covered with purplish-black whip marks. Her entire body was suspended in an arched shape, her head bowed, her long, disheveled hair hanging down, obscuring her face. What a brutal punishment this was! Ruan Shihui suddenly understood that in this gloomy interrogation room, what a woman had to endure was far more than ordinary torture! Looking at the several electric lights hanging on the walls of the interrogation room, under the dim yellow light, the whips, rattan canes, braziers, branding irons, steel needles, handcuffs, ropes, chains, and other instruments of torture placed or hanging on the floor, walls, beams, and pillars gleamed with a chilling eeriness. Some of the instruments she didn't even recognize. Her heart felt as if it were being torn apart by an invisible hand, and she involuntarily screamed, quickly covering her eyes with her hands.

"Well, has she confessed?" Major Rong glanced at the woman hanging from the beam and turned to the thugs to ask.

"This little wench looks delicate, but she's really tough. She won't confess no matter what!" the thugs replied.

"Good! I like tough bones. I'll grind them down slowly, they'll soften eventually. Put her down, watch me!" Major Rong was about to take matters into his own hands again. In truth, this poor woman had been tortured by Major Rong and his thugs for a long time. Last night, she was stripped naked and chained in this torture chamber. Major Rong whipped her mercilessly, and she was gang-raped by him and his men.

Tonight, she was brought back to the torture chamber, and Major Rong ordered his men to "hang her up first." The thugs used a method called "four hooves tied up," a cruel method where the victim's wrists and ankles were tied together behind her back and she was hung from a beam. In this position, the joints, tendons, waist, and even the flesh and bones of her entire body were compressed, twisted, and pulled by her weight, causing immense pain. The pain from being hung like this would last at least ten or twenty days.

She had been suspended for nearly two hours, and was now drenched in sweat, her bones and muscles weak, groaning incessantly.

Major Rong was about to torture her again, so that the young female soldier before him would witness it firsthand.

Following Major Rong's orders, the thugs untied the young woman from the rafters and laid her face up on a long, sturdy torture bench, firmly fixed to the ground. One end of the bench was against the wall and connected to a T-shaped wooden frame, while on the ground near the other end of the bench, there were two metal posts with iron rings on either side, about six feet apart.

The young woman's waist was tightly bound to the bench with hemp rope, her wrists were tied together with hemp rope and secured to the lower part of the wooden frame, and her upper arms were also bound several times with rope, preventing her head from touching the bench. Her legs were stretched wide to the sides with hemp rope, suspended from the two iron rings on the posts. This position completely exposed her most intimate female parts; her pubic hair was long and black, covering her thick, slightly open vulva.

"Sister Li!" The tortured woman struggled to lift her head, and the moment her eyes met Nguyen Thi Huy's, Nguyen Thi Huy couldn't help but tremble and cry out. It turned out that this young woman, tortured beyond recognition, was Li Yixiu, a medic in their unit. She was pretty and quiet, and a well-known beauty in their unit. Nguyen Thi Huy often called her Sister Li, though she was only twenty-two years old.

She was one of several female soldiers captured with Nguyen Thi Huy, and she hadn't expected to suffer such cruel torture. Last night, she had already endured a brutal interrogation; Major Rong and his thugs had forced her to reveal the Southern People's Liberation Army's communication codes, but no matter how they tortured her, Li Yixiu, though crying and groaning, never showed any sign of begging for mercy or yielding.

"What, still won't talk? Haven't you had enough?" Major Rong walked up to the female soldier, who was naked and tied to the torture bench, and asked viciously. He patted her vulva and the smooth skin of her inner thighs, and then rubbed her full, high breasts.

She glanced at Major Rong and closed her eyes. "Fine, then I'll serve you, Miss, a little longer," Major Rong said.

The thugs brought over a tray of medical needles, a small pair of pliers, and a bottle of alcohol. "I'll ask you one last time, will you talk or not? If you don't speak, you'll taste the feeling of having your nipples pierced with steel needles!" Major Rong asked again.

"I've said everything I need to say, but... I don't know anything else." Facing the impending torture, Li Yixiu remained extremely strong, answering in a slightly trembling voice. "Alright, then don't blame me for being impolite."

Major Rong poured some alcohol on Li Yixiu's breasts, clamped her nipples with the pliers, and then slowly pierced them with the needle tip.

The nipple is one of the most vulnerable and sensitive parts of a woman's body, often referred to as her "lifeblood." Torturing a woman's nipples is a common tactic used by thugs; the pain of a sharp steel needle piercing the nipple is enough to cause the victim to tremble hysterically.

Major Rong slowly twisted the steel needles, inserting them little by little, first piercing one nipple horizontally, then vertically downwards, alternating between the two. Li Yixiu trembled violently from the pain, large beads of sweat rolling down her head and body. She repeatedly threw her head back, letting out heart-wrenching screams and groans. Each of her nipples already had three gleaming steel needles embedded in it, a gruesome sight. Li Yixiu was covered in glistening sweat; she was on the verge of fainting from the pain when a thug poured half a bucket of cold water over her head to jolt her back to consciousness.

"How was it? The feeling of having your nipples pierced with steel needles, wasn't it? Time to talk?" Major Rong asked cruelly.

However, the only response was stubborn silence. Major Rong grinned maliciously. "Not going to talk? Then I'll give you something new. Bring me a rattan cane!" A thug handed over a thin rattan cane, soaked in salt water. Major Rong swung it a few times, making it whistle horribly. Then he stood at waist level with Li Yixiu, glanced at the area below her thighs that had been pulled apart, and let out two cold laughs.

Major Rong suddenly swung the cane, and with the whistling of the cane, Li Yixiu's screams rang out again. The first lash landed on the delicate skin of her inner thigh, the second lash landed on her vulva, and the third lash again struck her inner thigh. After three lashes on one side, Major Rong slowly moved to the other side and continued whipping. Major Rong's whipping was slow and methodical, yet each strike was brutal, leaving a raised, bloody welt on her delicate skin.

The inner thighs and vulva were the most tender, sensitive, and cherished parts of a woman's body; this kind of torture was far more unbearable than being whipped. With each lash, Li Yixiu's legs, spread apart and suspended, convulsed violently. Her head swayed, her body twisted in agony, and whenever the tough rattan whip struck her labia and clitoris, her naked flesh trembled violently. Tortured to the point of tears streaming down her face, Li Yixiu let out heart-wrenching cries and groans.

After nearly thirty or forty lashes, Major Rong finally stopped and ordered his thugs to remove the steel needles from Li Yixiu's nipples. At the same time, he also ordered, "Wash the wounds properly, or they will become infected." Two thugs brought over a bottle of alcohol. Every time they removed a steel needle from Li Yixiu, they poured a little alcohol into the wound. Li Yixiu felt an unbearable burning pain in the wounds. She convulsed all over, struggling in vain, and uttered groans that were too painful to hear.

Major Rong seemed finally satisfied. He waved his hand, ordering his thugs to release Li Yixiu. The thugs then forced a long prison uniform onto Li Yixiu. This specially made uniform was a gray, sleeveless dress fastened at the shoulders with buttons. This design was intended to make it easy for the thugs to remove the uniform at any time; simply unbuttoning the shoulders with one hand would cause it to fall off automatically. Li Yixiu was dragged away by two thugs.

Major Rong, his eyes burning with lust, walked towards Ruan Shihui, who was already stunned by the brutality—this was his true prey for today. His lust was far from satisfied; he was now going to target the younger, prettier female soldier before him. "Miss, what did you think of what happened just now? Do you also want to experience that feeling?" Major Rong asked with a sinister grin as he approached Ruan Shihui. Ruan Shihui, her arms held by two thugs, had witnessed and heard the entire torture of Li Yixiu. The shock and trauma this scene would cause a young, innocent woman is entirely unimaginable.

Nguyen Thi Hue was terrified; her heart pounded, and beads of sweat poured from her forehead. From the moment she stepped into the interrogation room, she had prepared herself for torture. But the kind-hearted girl could never have imagined that the enemy would use such brutal and despicable methods against innocent female soldiers like them, that a woman would suffer such bestial torture in an interrogation room. When she witnessed Sister Le being hung naked in the interrogation room, being tortured like a plaything by the thugs, especially seeing the thugs inflicting pain on a woman's most sensitive and vulnerable areas, and hearing Sister Le's agonizing screams, her heart broke.

Now, seeing this misfortune about to befall her, she was filled with extreme fear.

For a young woman, torture is terrible, but what terrified her even more was the humiliation and torment that no woman could endure. The thought of being stripped naked and tied up by these bestial men, just like Sister Li, and subjected to those heinous tortures, made her heart tremble, and tears streamed down her face. However, she was powerless to resist; her body no longer belonged to her.

She knew she now faced only two paths: confess or stubbornly endure the bestial torture that no woman could bear. "No… I don't know anything… let me go back!" The young woman's nerves couldn't withstand the shock, and she burst into tears.

"If you won't talk, then take off your clothes and dance a nude dance for us." Major Rong had now abandoned all pretense, becoming utterly unrestrained. The bloodthirsty thugs beside her couldn't help but laugh wildly, their black chest hairs trembling with excitement. The innocent girl finally understood that the enemy didn't need her confession; the so-called "interrogation" was merely a pretext.

What they wanted was her body, the pleasure derived from humiliating and torturing a young woman. Faced with this irresistible bestiality, the young female soldier reverted to a timid girl, clutching her collar tightly and crying out, "No!...You can't do this!... " "Since you won't listen to reason, then don't blame me for being impolite." Major Rong saw the young female soldier's terrified expression, exactly the state of mind he needed, and he couldn't wait to make his move!

"Come on, strip this young lady naked and hang her up!" Major Rong shouted the order. Several thugs, like wolves smelling blood, viciously pounced on the young girl. Ruan Shihui screamed, cried out, and struggled desperately. But against a group of burly men, her resistance was so weak. The thugs dragged the screaming girl to the center of the interrogation room, pinned her to the ground, grabbed her collar, and ripped open her military uniform.

Instantly, a pair of snow-white, full breasts were exposed. "No, no!..." Nguyen Thi Hue struggled and screamed, her beautiful breasts heaving. Major Rong leered as he approached, scrutinizing the young female soldier's heaving breasts and exposed patch of snow-white skin, a surge of intense lust rising within him.

"Then tell me quickly, or you'll be stripped naked!" Major Rong laughed maniacally, grabbing Nguyen Thi Hue's firm breasts and kneading them vigorously, savoring the exquisite fleshy sensation. Suddenly, his hands slowly slid towards the girl's waist... "Stop! You shameless beast!" Nguyen Thi Hue was furious. She shouted and cursed as she struggled with all her might. But the poor girl's resistance was futile; she could only watch helplessly as the thugs tore off her clothes piece by piece.

In just a short while, Nguyen Thi Hue was completely stripped naked, even her shoes were removed.

A thug handcuffed Nguyen Thi Hue's hands with cold cuffs, then hooked a chain with a hook to suspend her hands from a fixed iron ring on the roof beam. The thug tightened the chain, forcing her to barely touch the ground on her tiptoes. Her body was forced to tense and stretch, and instantly, greedy eyes in the interrogation room focused on the young female soldier's naked body. Hanging on the chain was such a beautiful, youthful, and alluring female nude: snow-white skin, high breasts, a slender waist, full and long thighs, a flat abdomen and round buttocks, and the dark, fuzzy "triangle area" between her legs... All of this made her body present a beautiful curve, like a rhyming poem, a three-dimensional painting. The thugs admired her carefully from head to toe, almost mesmerized. Major Rong chuckled maliciously and said, "Such a beautiful body would be even more alluring if covered in whip marks. Get the whip ready, I'll serve this little beauty!" He decided to personally indulge his craving for torturing a beautiful woman. One of the thugs took a long, black leather whip from a row of whips hanging on the wall and soaked it in a bucket of cold water. Major Rong lit a cigarette and slowly puffed on it... Holding the wet whip, Major Rong used it to lift Ruan Shihui's chin: "Miss Ruan, take a good look at this whip. With your delicate skin, you must have never tasted the feeling of a whip soaked in water, right? Today, you'll experience it for yourself; you'll never forget it!" At this moment, Ruan Shihui was both terrified and ashamed; tears were already streaming down her face. But Ruan Shihui's tears only fueled Major Rong's cruel nature. Major Rong, whip in hand, slowly moved behind Nguyen Thi Hue. He gripped the whip in his right hand, glancing up and down at her pale body. He stepped back, flicked the whip twice with his left hand, and then lashed it out.

The torture chamber immediately filled with the sound of the whip slicing through the air and striking flesh, accompanied by the woman's screams. With each lash, Nguyen Thi Hue struggled, causing the chains suspending her to jingle. The leather whip, soaked in cold water, lashed mercilessly at her naked body, starting from her buttocks, then her thighs, her back… leaving bloody welts that gradually rose on her delicate, white skin. Nguyen Thi Hue writhed desperately, her slender waist swaying, a sight quite alluring. Major Rong and his thugs suspended her, but kept her on her tiptoes, just to enjoy her struggle. With just a dozen or so lashes, Nguyen Thi Hue was already in excruciating pain.

Each whistling lash from the air against her flesh caused a piercing, excruciating pain that would last until the next lash, followed by a searing, burning pain at the wound. The unbearable agony caused Nguyen Thi Hue to scream, howl, and groan incessantly… Major Rong's lashing rhythm was not fast, and he would pause every four or five lashes to carefully examine the effect on the girl's body before moving on to another part of her body. This was to prevent Nguyen Thi Hue from losing consciousness and to allow her to fully experience the pain of the lashing. Major Rong liked to prolong the suffering of the tortured woman as much as possible, fully enjoying the sensual pleasure derived from the sadistic process. Major Rong was very heavy-handed; each lash showed no mercy.

The whistling sound of the whip cutting through the air was short and chilling; whenever Nguyen Thi Hue heard the whistling sound, her muscles would immediately contract and tense, and the ensuing pain would make her jump violently.

Major Rong shifted his position in front of and behind Nguyen Thi Hue, lashing her body with his leather whip in turn. Her delicate skin was gradually covered with swollen, red welts—her buttocks, thighs, back, chest, abdomen, breasts, armpits…no part was spared. The welts, like overlapping ropes, were oozing traces of blood. The stark contrast between the crimson welts and the young girl's fair, tender skin was striking, possessing a peculiar beauty in Major Rong's eyes.

The venomous whip continued to gnaw at Nguyen Thi Hue's naked body. With each lash, Major Rong would convulse in pain, her body writhing in agony. The sound of the whip tearing through the air and striking flesh mingled with the woman's pitiful cries, a chilling spectacle, but to Major Rong and his thugs, it was beautiful music.

Several thugs were clearly fascinated by the scene, watching with amusement as the beautiful woman trembled and struggled under the whip. Twenty minutes passed, and Nguyen Thi Hue had received over eighty lashes. Her screams had become hoarse, fading into faint moans. Her long hair was disheveled, clinging to her forehead and face with sweat and tears.

Her head drooped, and she was in a semi-conscious state… In her hazy state, she felt her thighs being forcefully spread apart, and a pair of hands vigorously fondling her genitals. Then, something heavy pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe. She tried to move, but couldn't budge.

Suddenly, something hard pierced her body, the tearing pain bringing her back to reality.

She opened her eyes and found herself lying on the torture bench, her body and hands tightly bound with ropes, her legs spread and suspended from the post. Major Rong was on top of her, his hands gripping her breasts, writhing up and down, a thick, hard object thrusting in and out of her.

She immediately understood everything, screaming and cursing angrily, twisting her body desperately, wanting to pounce on him and tear this despicable beast to pieces. But her hands and feet were bound tightly, and she couldn't move at all. Ruan Shihui noticed that the thugs who had carried out the torture were also already naked, surrounding her, their large hands groping her naked body. When they saw Ruan Shihui wake up, they exchanged glances. The brutal thugs laughed triumphantly, vying to vent their lust on the young female soldiers' naked bodies in various ways.

Nguyen Thi Hue was also dressed in a gray prison uniform and dragged into a cell near the interrogation room, where she was locked up with Le Nghi Tu. The cell was dark and damp, but some of the necessities were adequate. Two strong female guards brought them three meals a day and drinking water, and were responsible for their care.

Each guard was given a pair of wooden clogs, and they were taken to a small bathroom each day to shower and change into their prison uniforms. The guards also brought a female military doctor to the cell to carefully treat their injuries, applying medicine to the more serious ones. Major Rong was reluctant to let these two beautiful flowers wither quickly; he wanted to slowly torture and toy with them.

Three nights later, Nguyen Thi Hue and Le Nghi Tu were taken to the torture chamber together. The thugs first stripped Nguyen Thi Hue naked, and Major Rong personally handcuffed her to an iron ring on the wall, making her watch Le Nghi Tu being tortured.

Major Rong turned around and stared at Le Nghi Tu for a full three minutes, then said in a sarcastic tone, "Miss Le is so beautiful... I didn't expect her to be so tough, very good! But today I'll see if your bones can be tougher than my instruments of torture!" Major Rong then ordered the thugs, "Now let's hang Miss Le's fingers!" Several thugs stripped Le Nghi Tu of her prison clothes, tied her arms behind her back, tied her thumbs together with thin hemp rope, hooked them with iron chains, and hung her from an iron ring on the ceiling beam.

The thugs then tightened the chains holding Le Nghi Tu's thumbs, raising her to a height where her toes could barely touch the ground, so that she couldn't bear her entire weight entirely on her arms and thumbs, nor could she support her body entirely on her toes. This method of hanging inflicts immense pain on the victims and is a unique form of torture invented by Major Rong.

Major Rong and his henchmen smoked, slowly observing the suffering of the beautiful women under the lamplight: Nguyen Thi Hue, suspended in handcuffs, had her black hair cascading over her shoulders, her large eyes filled with terror, her full breasts slightly upturned, rising and falling gently with her breath. Le Ngai Thu, her arms tied behind her back, was forced to bend her body, lower her head, and let her hair hang down her chest; her naked body swayed slightly.

Both women were covered in whip marks, left several days earlier, the marks now a purplish-black, contrasting sharply with their snow-white skin. Le Ngai Thu increasingly felt as if all her weight rested on her two slender thumbs and her twisted arms, her flesh and bones being stretched tighter and tighter. The tearing pain in her thumbs and arm tendons caused her to break out in a sweat within just a few minutes, tears streaming down her face as she groaned in agony. Major Rong and his thugs smoked cigarettes, slowly savoring her suffering.

After hanging her for about half an hour, Major Rong ordered again, "Give her another thirty lashes, loosen her skin a bit!" One of the thugs took a thin, long leather whip from the row of whips hanging on the wall and dipped it in cold water. The thug then lashed the whip forcefully across Li Yixiu's buttocks and thighs, pausing after each lash, leaving a bloody welt.

The ear-piercing whistle of the whip and the clanging of the chains accompanied the woman's screams and wails. Li Yixiu was drenched in sweat, constantly writhing her body. After nearly ten minutes, Major Rong waved his hand, signaling the thugs to lower her. Major Rong grabbed her hair, letting out a lewd laugh: "Miss Li, how does this feel? Will you obediently confess, or should we loosen your muscles a bit more? Or... you can... beg us, and maybe we'll spare you today...!" Li Yixiu closed her eyes, letting tears of grief and anger stream down her face. Her body was limp, powerless to struggle, even lacking the strength to scream. Her only hope now was to remain unconscious forever, never to wake up again. However, Major Rong and his thugs would not let her die easily. They knew how to control the pace of torture, how to gradually increase the pain. They would relentlessly torment her, leaving her unable to live or die.

"Miss Li still won't speak? She's really stubborn! Then let's loosen her muscles a bit more. Come on, serve Miss Li!" With Major Rong's order, the thugs swarmed forward and forced Li Yixiu to sit on the torture bench. Her upper body and hands were bound to the wooden frame behind her, and her thighs above the knees were tightly bound to the bench with hemp rope.

Major Rong admired Li Yixiu's bare feet with great interest: their full, soft contours, their smooth, white flesh, the prominent arches, their delicate, rounded ankles, and especially their exquisite toes, which irresistibly evoked a desire to hold and play with them.

Thinking of the torture these beautiful feet were about to suffer, Major Rong couldn't help but reveal a malicious smile.

Major Rong lifted Li Yixiu's chin: "I advise you to hurry up and tell me what interests you, lest you suffer even more!" Li Yixiu cried, "I...I don't...I don't know anything! What am I supposed to say?... " Major Rong chuckled again: "Fine! Fine! Then we'll just have to let Miss Li experience the tiger bench again!" Two thugs stepped forward and began to torture Li Yixiu. One thug forcefully lifted Li Yixiu's legs, while the other shoved a brick under her feet.

The tiger bench is a form of joint-reversal torture, designed to strain the ligaments in the victim's legs, causing immense pain. Usually, three bricks under the victim's heels would cause them to sweat profusely, and four bricks would quickly render them unconscious. The thugs would pause after each brick was added, allowing the victim's pain to linger before intensifying the torture. Women's ligaments are generally more flexible than men's, so they can endure the torture of the tiger bench for a longer period.

When the first brick was placed under Li Yixiu's heels, she shuddered and bit her lip tightly. After a while, two thugs forcefully lifted her legs and shoved the second brick under her heels. Li Yixiu's upper body straightened instantly, her head tilted back, and she let out a groan of "Ah!... Ouch!..."

Major Rong grabbed Li Yixiu's hair: "Miss Li, will you confess or not?" Li Yixiu endured the immense pain in her legs and resolutely shook her head.

Major Rong smiled and said, "Add more bricks!" Two thugs stepped forward and used a wooden bar to lift Li Yixiu's legs, shoving the third brick under her heels.

"Ah!..." Li Yixiu let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"How's that? Not too good, is it? If you don't talk, I'll add more bricks!" Major Rong threatened.

"Beasts! Ah...you bunch of beasts who deserve to die a horrible death!..." Faced with irresistible torture, Li Yixiu cursed angrily, her hoarse cries echoing in the interrogation room.

"Add more bricks!" Major Rong, seeing that Li Yixiu still dared to curse him, roared at the thugs in a fit of rage.

Two thugs used wooden bars to forcibly lift Li Yixiu's feet upwards...Li Yixiu's legs trembled violently. Nguyen Thi Hue, forced to "observe the torture," could not bear to witness this horrific scene and quickly turned her face away, lowering her head.

When the fourth brick was shoved under Li Yixiu's heel, the intense pain caused her to scream wildly, a scream that made Nguyen Thi Hue tremble as well. The scream pierced Nguyen Thi Hue's heart like a knife, making her heart bleed and tremble. More than ten minutes later, Li Yixiu was soaked in sweat, her head lolled to the side, and she fainted on the tiger bench. Li Yixiu was awakened by being splashed with cold water, and two thugs took her away.

Major Rong and his thugs ravaged Nguyen Thi Hue's body, indulging in their bestial lust.

A few days later, Major Rong and his men brought Le Nghi Tu and Nguyen Thi Hue to the torture chamber. However, they handcuffed and suspended Le Nghi Tu, stripped of her prison clothes, this time to allow her to "observe the torture." Major Rong introduced the torture instruments to the naked Nguyen Thi Hue and Le Nghi Tu: "...This is a new type of electric torture device invented by our American friends. It won't leave any marks on the victim, and the sensation is quite wonderful!..." Major Rong said, patting an iron box on the table.

Then he picked up a small branding iron and waved it in front of Nguyen Thi Hue: "See? If you heat this thing up on a charcoal brazier until it's red-hot, then..." Major Rong pressed the branding iron against Nguyen Thi Hue's bare thigh: "Just like that, your skin will 'sizzle... sizzle...' and ooze oil. That feeling...! And it leaves a lifelong mark! That's... a bit of a pity... If Miss Nguyen doesn't confess today, it won't be as easy as last time!" Nguyen Thi Hue trembled with fear: "Please, spare me... I really don't know any password!..." Major Rong smiled sinisterly: "Then there's no way. Come on! Get ready for Miss Nguyen. Today we're asking Miss Nguyen to be an electric dancer for a while, and perform a few nude dances of a white-skinned beauty for everyone!" The thugs spread out a sheet of tin, made Nguyen Thi Hue stand barefoot on it, and then used water-soaked hemp rope to suspend her hands from an iron ring on the roof beam. A henchman opened the case of the electrocution device on the nearby table, revealing a row of buttons. He pulled out two wires with small copper clips from the device, clamping one clip to the edge of the tinplate and the other to the rope suspending Nguyen Thi Hue's wrists.

Major Rong commanded, "The ball begins!" The henchman then turned on the electrocution device. As the tinplate was powered on, Nguyen Thi Hue leaped off the metal, only to land back down. A powerful electric current surged through her body, making her feel as if she were standing on a red-hot iron plate, or as if countless steel needles were piercing her soles. Her whole body trembled violently.

Her feet involuntarily bounced up and down, one foot barely leaving the plate before the other landed on it. The rope suspending her wasn't very tight, but it forced her to jump frantically in that small space. The poor woman screamed shrilly, trying to alleviate the pain of her torture, while panting heavily. Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, face, and body, mingling with her tears of humiliation as they dripped onto the iron plate. As her breathing grew heavier, her face paled, her screams grew fainter, and the rhythm of her hopping slowed, Major Rong ordered the power to be cut off.

After she had caught her breath slightly, the power was restored. She was forced to writhe in agony again, screaming shrilly, her legs frantically hopping on the iron plate, the previous scene repeated itself. Major Rong and his henchmen watched the beautiful woman's painful struggle with satisfaction, their expressions one of ecstasy. This torture method invented by Major Rong was extremely cruel, particularly entertaining and stimulating when used to torment beautiful women. It combined rope binding, the woman's beautiful naked body, and the painful posture of torture into a unified whole, which, in the eyes of Major Rong and his henchmen, was like watching a beautiful dance, deeply satisfying their desire. Major Rong and his thugs tortured Nguyen Thi Hue for nearly half an hour. Her screams grew fainter and fainter, turning into painful groans.

Her body struggled, and she was covered in sweat, making her look as if she had just been pulled from the water. Despite the intense electric shock to her feet, she no longer had the strength to throb as violently as before. Stars flashed before her eyes, and she experienced bouts of dizziness. Her ears were ringing, and she was almost too exhausted to stand, only barely managing to stay upright thanks to the rope suspending her. Her legs twitched almost instinctively, trying to break free from the iron plate, but after lifting them only a few centimeters, they fell limply back down.

The power was cut off again. Major Rong went over and squeezed Nguyen Thi Hue's sweat-soaked breasts a few times, then grabbed her disheveled hair, forcing her face up. Major Rong grinned maliciously, "Miss Ruan's dance is truly beautiful and captivating. If you don't confess, we'll let you keep dancing!" "Spare...spare...me! I don't know anything...I'd rather serve you properly..." Ruan Shihui cried hoarsely, begging for mercy.

Major Rong laughed, "Very well, it's rare that you're so clever. We'll spare you today, little beauty. From now on, you'd better be obedient and let us play with you!" Major Rong knew that this beautiful woman was completely subdued, and ordered his thugs to drag the limp Ruan Shihui out.

Major Rong then turned to Li Yixiu, "Miss Li, didn't you think Miss Ruan's dance was beautiful? If you still don't confess, we'll definitely let you experience the power of the new electric torture device, and it will be even more exciting than this! Now it's time for you to enjoy yourself." They tied Li Yixiu to the torture bench and began gang rape again.

It was late at night again, and Ruan Shihui and Li Yixiu were once again taken into the torture chamber together. This time, Major Rong made Nguyen Thi Huy remove her prison uniform herself and kneel on the ground to "observe the torture."

Major Rong asked Le Ie Xiu, "Miss Le, are you still unwilling to speak today?" "Even if you beat me to death... torture me to death... I have nothing to say..." Le Ie Xiu answered in a trembling voice.

Major Rong said, "Miss Le is not quick-witted, so don't blame us. Come on! Give her an electric shock too, give her some stimulation! Let her wake up!" The thugs rushed forward, stripped Le Ie Xiu of her prison uniform, tied her face up to the torture bench, her legs still spread as wide as possible and suspended from the iron rings on the pillars on both sides.

One of the thugs opened the electric torture device box, pulled out two wires with small copper clips, and took out several strange objects from the side. The thugs clipped the small copper clips on the two wires onto Le Ie Xiu's two slightly erect nipples. "Then let's begin!" As the switch of the electric torture device was turned on, a sharp scream immediately exploded in the interrogation room. Her breasts trembled a few times, and then her entire body convulsed uncontrollably.

Li Yixiu felt as if dozens of blunt knives were cutting into her nerves and flesh; her limbs involuntarily straightened, and her head snapped back. "Ah!... Ya!..." She was in so much pain that she was drenched in sweat, her body stiffening as she let out screams, her cries trembling and sending chills down one's spine. The thugs, watching the young woman's breasts tremble violently under the electric shock, laughed loudly and lewdly, constantly turning the knob to increase the current.

Li Yixiu's screams became even more pitiful; she was covered in glistening sweat,

her body contorted in agony. After more than ten minutes, to prevent her from losing consciousness, they temporarily stopped the electric shock. When the current was cut off, Li Yixiu immediately felt a blissful return from the abyss of pain to normalcy; she breathed heavily.

"Well, are you awake now? Will you talk now?" Major Rong looked at the young female soldier, tortured beyond recognition, and laughed triumphantly. Li Yixiu didn't answer.

"Hmph, still hard? Fine, move her somewhere else, I want to see how long she can stay hard!" Major Rong ordered that the young woman be subjected to even more brutal torture.

The thugs smiled knowingly; they completely understood their superior's meaning. It was the most stimulating form of electrocution, a method they had used countless times before. The thugs went up and removed the wire clipped to Li Yixiu's nipple. They then retrieved an "electrocution baton," a black rod nearly as thick as an egg and about a foot long, made of an unknown material. The black rod had a handle, and the thugs clipped a copper wire to a small copper ring at the end of the handle.

Near the front of the handle, there was a small red button and a small green button. The front of the black rod resembled a man's erect penis, with two rounded copper electrodes protruding from its head. The thug clamped the copper clip of an electric wire onto Li Yixiu's clitoris, then spread her labia and inserted the tip of the "stun gun" deep into her vagina... "Ah...no..." "Ah...have mercy on me..." When the dark "stun gun" touched the woman's most sensitive area, Li Yixiu trembled involuntarily, straightened her body, and screamed. This was her first plea for mercy, but the answer was a burst of maniacal laughter. After the switch of the electric torture device was turned on again, a thug gripped the handle of the black rod and pressed the red button on the handle. Li Yixiu let out a "Whoa!..." The thug slowly pulled the black rod out a bit, then pushed it back in, pressing the red button again. Li Yixiu let out another long, drawn-out wail.

"Ah... Ouch... Ah..." The thug gradually increased the rhythm of the rod's thrusting and the button pressing, and Li Yixiu continued to wail and moan... Her breathing quickened, her body felt hot, and her face flushed red. The electric current and the friction of the black rod against her sexual nerves caused her to extend her sensations to every part of her body... Her genitals began to contract rhythmically. She shook her head incessantly, her body twisted and turned, her legs straightened, her hands flailing as if trying to grab something, opening and closing them again. This punishment, even more depraved than vaginal sex, caused Ruan Shihui, who was "observing" the ordeal, to also breathe rapidly and become flushed. About twenty minutes later, the black rod and her labia were covered in glistening, sticky fluid, which was dripping down... Major Rong signaled to stop the electric shocks.

"Oh!..." Li Yixiu let out a long breath, closing her eyes in pain, seemingly still clinging to her last line of defense. After

a brief pause, Major Rong grinned maliciously at Li Yixiu: "Miss Li, how does this feel? In heaven, huh? Next, you'll know what hell feels like." With Major Rong's order, a thug pressed the small green button on the handle and inserted the black rod.

"Ah!—" Li Yixiu's scream rang out. The electric shocks had become continuous; another thug turned the knob on the electrocution device to increase the current, which continuously stimulated the most vulnerable parts of the young woman. After a few minutes, the muscles around Li Yixiu's abdomen and thighs began to spasm.

"Ah...!" Li Yixiu let out a long, continuous scream, followed by violent convulsions of her uterus, producing extremely intense pain. Her pelvis felt as if it were being burned by fire or torn apart by sharp blades. Li Yixiu's abdomen arched involuntarily with each thrust, her entire body transitioning from violent trembling to terrifying spasms. Her eyes widened, and she let out heart-wrenching screams.

The thugs, as if manipulating a toy, cruelly tortured the young woman with immense interest, causing her to writhe, cry out, and scream incessantly, sweat dripping from her body.

Gradually, her voice became hoarse, turning into desperate whimpers, almost indistinguishable from a human voice.

The young and beautiful female soldier endured this cruel and utterly depraved torture. From the torture chamber came piercing screams and crazed, gleeful laughter. This torture continued for about twenty minutes.

"How's it going? Have you had enough? Want to continue?" Major Rong asked with a sinister grin after the power was cut off again.

By this time, Li Yixiu's will had been completely shattered by this torture, along with her inherent female pride… She groaned intermittently, "Spare...spare...me! I...I...I really don't know what...I can't take it...you...let me go...I'll do whatever you want...I'll agree to anything..."

Major Rong let out a sinister laugh: "What? You've finally seen the light? Very good! You'll have to be obedient from now on!

I'll let you go for now..."

The two girls, Nguyen Thi Huy and Le Ng Yi Thu, were imprisoned in the dark cell of the interrogation department. Their cell was right next to the torture chamber, and every night, they could often faintly hear the piercing cries of women coming from the torture chamber—the cries of their fellow prisoners. Due to repeated torture, both girls were already quite haggard. Le Ng Yi Thu, in particular, had suffered even more torture due to her stubborn nature, and her injuries were quite severe. Major Rong decided to suspend their torture and give them better food. During the day, they could be led by female guards to walk around the courtyard outside the cells, and even to a small study to read... After more than twenty days, they began to regain their former beauty. But gradually, they felt their breasts become full and firm, and even secreted milk, and they often experienced inexplicable, intense lustful urges. This was actually because Major Rong had been having someone slip an American-made aphrodisiac into their food from time to time. This aphrodisiac was generally used in the sex industry; it increased women's libido while also preventing them from getting pregnant.

Previously, because they were filled with fear and their bodies were too exhausted, they hadn't felt it clearly. Now, because their physical condition was gradually improving and they had been repeatedly raped, the effects of the aphrodisiac were becoming increasingly apparent, so they were becoming somewhat sexually confused. They often slept in each other's arms, frequently recalling the scenes in the torture chamber, the whippings, electric shocks, and gang rapes they had recently endured… The thought made their hearts pound, while at the same time, the grassy area felt like it was bathed in spring rain… Gradually, the female guards began to occasionally take Nguyen Thi Hue or Le Nghi Tu to Major Rong's quarters alone. After entering Major Rong's small bedroom, the female guards would remove their prison clothes, handcuff them, and quietly leave. They would then serve Major Rong with their bodies, returning to their cells two hours later. During this time, Major Rong would turn on a tape recorder for them to "enjoy music," which turned out to be the sounds of their torture in the torture chamber: the cracking of whips, their screams, groans, and cries…

Listening to this "music," their hearts would pound, and they would close their eyes in terror, allowing Major Rong to play with them at will.

Nguyen Thi Hue and Le Nghi Tuu had both become completely subjugated by Major Rong, but their suffering was far from over. A month and a half later, seeing that they had recovered somewhat, Major Rong announced the resumption of their torture. He

told them, "Your experience in the POW camp was also a kind of ordeal, perhaps it was your destiny… However… your names will soon appear on the list of the next batch of released POWs… After your release, I can get you jobs in Saigon, and you will live a good life! You will definitely live a good life!… You will thank me then…" Nguyen Thi Hue and Le Nghi Tuu actually thanked Major Rong… Major Rong promised that his torture of them would be "stopped at the right time," and that he would no longer use electric shocks or the tiger bench, provided they were obedient and compliant. Major Rong also said that during their torture, they had to cry and beg for mercy as loudly as possible. Although this wouldn't lessen their punishment, if their "performance" in this regard wasn't good enough, their punishment would be increased... Every few days, Nguyen Thi Hue and Le Ng Yi Tu would be taken to the interrogation room together. One of them would be tortured while the other "observed." They would first draw lots to decide, and then the one "observing" would draw lots to decide which punishment the other would receive. The two girls did indeed appear very compliant; they no longer resisted. After entering the interrogation room, they would consciously take off their clothes and cooperate with Major Rong's orders to have themselves tied up and secured.

Major Rong generally no longer tortured them himself; instead, his henchmen did it. Major Rong no longer asked them for any confessions; he only sought thrills in torturing the women. While one of Nguyen and Le was being tortured, the other had to kneel naked beside her to "observe" the torture. After being tortured, she was handcuffed and taken to Major Rong's residence for his so-called "comfort," while the one who had "observed" the torture was rewarded by Major Rong to his henchmen…

Their most frequent punishments were various forms of hanging, sometimes accompanied by whipping. Major Rong said that fresh whip marks made them look even more pitiful. There were many variations of hanging, such as one called "Silver Monkey Embracing a Branch." The henchmen would first tie the woman's ankles together with rope, forcing her to curl her legs close to her abdomen. Then, they would make her hug her calves with her arms, handcuffing her wrists. A wooden stick would be threaded between her elbows and knees, and finally, both ends of the stick would be suspended from a beam.

Thus, she was curled up and hung upside down on the wooden stick, her bare feet raised to the highest point, her black hair falling only three inches off the ground. This method of hanging caused excruciating pain in the wrists, knees, shoulders, and elbows of the tortured woman. "Silver Monkey Embracing a Branch" and "Four Hooves Trampled Upside Down" were particularly cruel and torturous methods of hanging. Major Rong and his henchmen often hung the tortured woman up, then sat to the side drinking wine or coffee, listening to her groans and cries, appreciating this so-called "art of hanging."

After being hung for about half an hour, the tortured woman would be given a so-called "appropriate rest" of ten minutes or so, before being hung up again until she was completely exhausted. Sometimes, the tortured woman was hung with her legs spread apart on a torture bench, and the henchmen whipped her inner thighs with thin rattan canes.

Sometimes, the tortured woman had to endure more common methods of hanging, such as hanging by the wrists or fingers. The henchmen would often adjust the height of the chains hanging her so that only her toes touched the ground, and after being hung like this for more than an hour, she would still be whipped. Major Rong would designate a henchman to administer the torture, often using a fine, slender leather whip dipped in cold water to brutally lash their naked bodies thirty times, each lash a gruesome blow. While one of the girls was being whipped, another, kneeling nearby to "observe" the punishment, had to loudly count the lashes.

Major Rong and his henchmen also frequently used needle torture to torment the two girls, primarily involving pricking their fingertips and nipples. The needles used were sterilized medical needles, fine and sharp. When pricking the fingertips, the victim's hands were first fixed to the wooden frame of the torture bench, forcing her fingers to straighten. Alcohol was applied to her fingers, and then the needles were inserted one by one under her fingernails, causing her to scream and cry in agony.

If the excruciating pain caused the victim to faint, the henchman would splash cold water on her to revive her, and then continue pricking until all ten fingertips were pierced with needles. After pricking the fingertips, two steel needles were then inserted into the nipples, slowly twisted, and driven deep into the nipples. This pain was even more intense than the fingertip pricking. While the needle torture caused less trauma to the woman being tortured, it was extremely painful, and the sensory stimulation for the torturer was exceptionally strong, deriving immense pleasure from it. Therefore, needle torture was favored by Major Rong and his henchmen.

Occasionally, they also suffered from finger-crushing and clamping, both instruments originally used by the Chinese government for interrogating prisoners. The finger-crushing instrument was specifically used for interrogating female prisoners; it consisted of ten small, hard wooden sticks, each about the thickness of a finger, strung together with two thin hemp ropes. It was used to clamp a woman's fingers, causing excruciating pain that could cause unconsciousness within minutes.

For centuries, finger-crushing torture had subdued countless unruly female prisoners and forced many women to confess under duress.

Major Rong and his henchmen used this punishment, carefully controlling the intensity to slowly torture the two girls. Nguyen Thi Hue or Le Nghi Tu were ordered to kneel on the ground, their four pairs of slender fingers (excluding the thumbs) inserted into the middle of small wooden sticks. The sticks clamped the base of their fingers, and the henchmen slowly tightened the thin hemp ropes on both sides… Major Rong observed the victim's expression and posture, and when she looked unwell, he would order the two henchmen tightening the ropes to loosen them, waiting for her to regain her breath before tightening them again… This caused the woman subjected to extreme pain without causing her to faint. The clamping torture was somewhat similar; the woman was also made to kneel on the ground, but her hands were handcuffed and she was suspended by chains. Then, three wooden sticks strung with hemp ropes were clamped around her ankles, and the ropes were slowly tightened… loosened… tightened again… The poor woman, under prolonged torture, often cried out in despair, pleading desperately, while Major Rong and his henchmen seemed to enjoy it. After enduring such torture, the woman was always limp and trembling uncontrollably, truly pitiful.

More than two months had passed since Nguyen Thi Hue and Le Nghi Tu were placed in the dark cell of the interrogation and training department. Two female guards often came to chat with them, and they were allowed to move around outside their cells daily. They were still taken to shower by the female guards every day, and the female military doctor continued to treat their injuries daily. Even on days when they weren't in the torture chamber, they still had to frequently attend to Major Rong.

Their bodies were covered with whip marks of varying depths and crisscrossing patterns; their fingers and ankles were bruised and swollen. The repeated hanging torture, in particular, had caused tendon and ligament strains, causing them immense pain, making even the simplest movements extremely difficult… After countless rounds of torture, their bodies were extremely weak, and Major Rong had no choice but to suspend the torture once again… Late at night, they would often hear women's screams coming from the interrogation room. Nguyen Thi Hue and Le Nghi Tuh thought that their fellow prisoners were enduring the torture for them… They wondered… when would Major Rong release them… and if they were released, could they really go to Saigon and live a good life?… [The End]

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