[Female Spy's Diary]

This is my true story, and even now, thinking back on it is still incredibly painful. I was twenty-seven years old that year,
and I was arrested again while on a mission. To extract information from me, they interrogated me all night. What follows
is my miserable ordeal.

"Ah—ah!" A chilling scream came from the torture chamber, and I wondered what kind of torture the
poor woman was enduring. "Miss Teng, would
you like to experience torture too?" "Whatever!" I said firmly. "Torture her, give this beautiful lady a good time!" A group of thugs stepped forward and
tore at my clothes. Despite my desperate resistance, I was quickly stripped naked, down to my underwear and socks, my tender,
snow-white body completely exposed. I covered my large breasts with my hands. The thugs grabbed my long hair and
dragged me into the torture chamber, throwing me naked onto the cold cement floor.

In the gloomy and terrifying torture chamber, chains and hooks hung down, and the room was filled with torture instruments. I saw
a naked girl
hanging high on a blood-stained rack . Her limbs were bound and spread apart, her body stretched out in a "T" shape, with a blazing furnace beside her. Her head drooped pitifully in front of her, her wet hair disheveled, her face
bloodless. Her frail body was covered in whip marks and burns; the poor girl had already endured unimaginable torture, and
it was impossible to tell if she was alive or dead. A bucket of cold water was splashed onto her head, causing her to tilt it back. The girl let out a weak
groan, licking the blood from her cracked lips with her tongue. A henchman pulled a red-hot iron bar from the furnace,
grabbed her wet hair, and roared, "Speak!" The girl weakly opened her eyes, staring in terror at the sparking, red-hot
iron bar. "I—I don't know." Perhaps she had been hung there until her bones felt like they were about to break; she had no strength left to struggle or resist
. This girl had a devilish figure, a slender waist and full hips, delicate skin, and her entire body was snow-white. Her
large, prominent breasts were very conspicuous. She watched as the thug branded her left breast with an iron bar. "Sizzle—
" "Ahhh—" With a puff of smoke, the girl let out an extremely pitiful scream, her head thrashing from side
to side. The thug ignored her screams, threw down the bloodied iron, and pulled a
red-hot "Sizzle—" he branded her right breast. "Ouch—ow—" The girl screamed hoarsely
, her head suddenly drooping, and she fainted. "Splash!" Another bucket of cold water was poured over her, and the girl's head lifted slightly
. The thug dragged the furnace closer to her back, using the scorching flames to sear her fair, naked body. "Miss,
enjoy this slowly, let's see how long you can last!"

The scene of the young girl being brutally tortured horrified me. I had been severely
tortured , but I had never seen such cruelty inflicted on a woman. Could I endure it? "Come on, hang her up!"
The thugs swarmed forward, binding my limbs with iron chains, and hung me naked horizontally in four directions, chest
to the sky, back to the ground, head drooping backward, long hair disheveled. My breasts were roughly grabbed and squeezed: "See that whip
! Can your delicate skin take it? You'll be whipped into a pile of rotten flesh!" I didn't answer,
but just tightly closed my eyes, determined to endure the torture. Cigarette butts burned my nipples, and I suppressed
my groans. "Give her a good whipping! Let her taste the flavor of a leather whip!" The more than five-foot-long, wet leather whip was swung
up , lashing my smooth, naked body hard. "Crack!" A lash went from my left breast to my right armpit,
"Crack!" A lash also struck my thigh. "Ugh, ugh—" I gritted my teeth and endured, trying my best to suppress the painful groans.
The pain made me sweat profusely, and my lips bled from being bitten. "Crack, crack, crack," the whip lashed harder
and harder with each strike, the immense pain far exceeding my imagination. "Crack—" A heavy
lash on my smooth abdomen tore through my flesh. "Ahhh—" I couldn't help but cry out, my head shaking violently from side to side. The whip
continued to rain down, "Crack, crack, crack," striking my delicate, white flesh. "Ugh—ah—ouch—"
The intense pain made me unable to control my miserable howls any longer. Each lash made me scream,
"Ah—ah—" The torture chamber was filled with the cracking sound of the whip striking flesh and my screams. The whip
lashed relentlessly, each strike causing excruciating pain and leaving a bloody welt. One thug specifically targeted my exposed genitals
, where the pain was intense. I screamed in agony, my head thrashing back and forth in agony
. My entire body was soon covered in raw, bleeding welts.
The blood seeping from my armpits, breasts, and back spread across my entire body. Drops of blood pooled and trickled down my pale skin,
forming a network that flowed down my spine and buttocks. The whip lashed countless times; I was in excruciating pain. Someone grabbed my
wet hair, forcing me to look up. "Miss, speak!" I shook my head painfully. My hair, soaked with sweat
and blood, clung to my forehead and cheeks. My whole body ached terribly. "I have to endure it!" I thought.

"Come on, let's serve her together!" Various instruments of torture were used to torment me simultaneously—my two large breasts were stretched
into clamps; thick bamboo chopsticks were clamped between my slender fingers one by one; a leather whip lashed my clitoris, labia
, and inner thighs. "Ah—you bunch of perverts! Bastards!" My screams of agony were incessant.
The men holding the bamboo chopsticks on either side squeezed my fingers tightly. "Ah, ah—" My tortured fingers were spread straight out,
stretched out wide. I thought of the ancient finger-crushing torture. The thugs holding the clamps pressed down hard on my large breasts.
"Ah—ouch—ouch—" With excruciating pain, I let out extremely miserable screams.
This cruel clamping of my delicate breasts caused me excruciating pain, pain that went straight to my heart. The clamps loosened and then pressed down again.
"Ah—" I screamed miserably again. The clamps were repeatedly clamped down, and my breasts were flattened and turned a deep red.
"Ah, let me die!" In the most sensitive and concentrated area of a woman's genitals, I suffered
excruciating pain. A steel needle pierced my nipple, "Ah—!" My head thrashed violently. A second
needle pierced in, "Ah—!" I screamed again, my head too weak to move, only
screaming . The breasts are connected to a woman's heart; this excruciating pain surpassed all the torture of those instruments of torture.
After each puncture, I told myself, "If you pierce me again, I'll confess, I can't take it anymore," but each time my breasts were gripped, and
the needle was about to pierce again, I thought, "Hold on this time, maybe this is the last time." Finally,
eight or nine steel needles were pierced into both my nipples. Red-hot iron bars branded my armpits and chest, "
Ah !" Blood and oil gushed out. One by one, the steel needles were driven into each of my deep red-painted fingernails.
"Ahhh—ahhh—" The pliers clamped onto my red toenails and ripped them off violently. "Ah, ahhh—"
My head jerked back, and I screamed shrilly, my body trembling violently. Another toenail was ripped off, and I
screamed again. "Ahhh—" All five toenails on my right foot were ripped off, then one by one on my left foot, until they were all gone too. Blood was flowing everywhere
on the ground . A thick hemp rope rubbed back and forth against my vagina, tearing away the tender flesh there
. "Ah, ah, ah," I screamed continuously. The bamboo chopsticks clamping my fingers never stopped. Tortured by these various
instruments of torture simultaneously, I fainted several times, only to be revived each time by being doused with water.

"Come on, give her something even more exciting, let Miss Teng enjoy a few orgasms!" Someone wrapped metal wire around the steel
needles stuck in my nipples, and a thug quickly cranked the handle. Instantly, my breasts felt like they were being
pierced by thousands of steel needles. "Ah? Electrocution!" As the current intensified, a surge of electricity rushed through
my nipples and breasts into my body. The current cut through my nerves and flesh like sharp blades. A strong
stinging pain and trembling spread throughout my body. My flesh convulsed rapidly, and my bound, naked body trembled violently. "Ah
—ah—ow!" I screamed shrilly, the world spinning, my whole body trembling violently. My tongue swelled, my voice
became hoarse, and soon I passed out. After I was revived by the dousing, the electrocution began again. A metal rod was inserted into my
vagina, all the way to my uterus. The metal rod was electrified, and the powerful current caused my uterus to
convulse . I felt a throbbing, aching, and numbing pain as my internal organs convulsed along with it. My eyes widened suddenly, my body arched
backward , and the flesh around my stomach and thighs, which had been twitching, began to spasm rapidly and violently. "Agh—" That
terrifying, bizarre howl didn't seem to come from my mouth at all. I couldn't see anything; only the howling
from beyond the heavens echoed in my ears. The thugs stopped for a while when they saw I was about to die, then resumed their electric shocks after I recovered a bit.
This repeated countless times; the cruel electric torture lasted for over an hour. I could no longer scream;
my whole body was limp, drenched in sweat, and I was breathing weakly. My wrists and ankles were chafed raw and bleeding from the painful struggle.
I felt I couldn't possibly endure this endless, horrific torment. However, the most cruel torture was neither the beatings of
the whip nor the lewd electric shocks, but—a red-hot iron bar was inserted into my vagina! The hissing sound of burning flesh filled the air, and wisps of smoke rose instantly. "Ah—" I fainted again
amidst my desperate screams .
I was tied to the torture chair. First, they pressed down on my thighs with a wooden bar. "Ah—!" I screamed in agony. They
loosened the pressure, then pressed down again, repeatedly, until I passed out. I was revived by splashing water, and then the tiger bench torture began. They lifted my
calves with a wooden stick and shoved two bricks into my legs at once. "Ah—!" They lifted my calves again and shoved more bricks in—I screamed and passed
out again.

When I woke up again, I found myself with my hands tied behind my back,
hanging high on the rack with the girl who had suffered so much torture. The difference was that they used hemp rope to tighten around my breasts from the base, suspending my entire body.
My large breasts were swollen and turned a deep purple, with steel needles still stuck in my nipples. Beneath me was a blazing
furnace scorching my back and buttocks, burning with pain, my hair, pulled back, crackling loudly.
The girl groaned in agony, tears streaming down our faces. I don't know how long we were hung or roasted, but every now and then someone
would whip our naked, burning bodies. I felt my body no longer belonged to me;
all that remained was unbearable, boundless pain. My only wish was to die. And so, the thugs relentlessly
tormented me, changing instruments and methods of torture repeatedly. The brutal abuse continued all night, the whistling of whips and my
screams and cries filling the night air. I don't know how many times I died and came back to life; my body was covered in unscathed flesh—
but I finally endured the most cruel torture inflicted by these devils.

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