No . 76 Jessfield Road
Islamic Kasim Tuet Memorial College , Abu Khaleel , Maryam Kamal Castro - 13
T hey dragged him through the street , his captors , under the protection of the silence and darkness of the street , most of the squabbling families in the stone houses already fast asleep .
As he blinked slowly , trying to cover his eyes with his hands from the bright light that suddenly appeared in his cell blinded him after so many days in the dark , an uproar of sound almost deafened him .
His feet were bloodied and bruised after being dragged for quite a while , for he had no energy to even try to walk after that excruciatingly painful beating they had given him . Given the fact that he had a fair idea of where he was being brought to , there was surely more to come .
If someone told me three years ago that I would one day be a prisoner of the Japanese puppet government , I would have laughed in their faces . He chuckled darkly , but was stopped as a surge of thick , hot blood came up his throat and filled his mouth , forcing him to spit the blood out of his mouth , staining his already soiled shirt even further .
Two figures rushed in , frantically looking around the cell while holding a lamp , the source of the blinding light , as they finally noticed him , a filthy figure hunched in the corner .
“ Too bad we have to keep him alive , eh ?” The more filthy-looking of the two who were dragging him snickered , as they roughly pulled him upright .
He gritted his teeth , trying not to scream out as they set him down on his feet , the torn skin of the soles of his feet screaming in pain .
They approached him slowly , both of them squinting and trying to identify him . Realization suddenly dawned on them .
“ We just have to keep him alive until we get there , ain ’ t it ?” As the two guffawed over that unfunny joke , he found himself wishing that they could have just killed him earlier when they found him .
“ Dad , is that you ?”
After only 3 days at # 76 , he was starting to feel as if he were near death already . He was going to give them nothing- he knew that , and they knew that as well .
Still- they were cruel , sadistic people , and torturing was what they excelled at and considered as one of their most enjoyable leisure activities . Day , after day , after day , of continuous torturing , each day with a new and even more painful method . He wondered if they would ever run out of creative torturing methods .
Mostly he just passed out before the pain became unbearable , thankfully .
During the 5 th or the 6 th day , not able to tell the time anymore after being in the dark for so long , he was roughly shaken awake by the guards outside his cell . When he couldn ’ t find the energy to rise , they poured a bucket of ice water on him . So , they couldn ’ t afford giving him water to drink regularly , but could waste a bucket of it just to wake him up ?
He struggled to stand up , stars popping before his eyes as he swayed on his feet . The guards shackled him , and sighed when they saw that they had to help him walk .