"Keck, kuhack..."
My throat was being strangled.
Not being able to breathe was one thing, but the sensation of blood rushing to my head made my mind go blank.
With the blood pressure building, it felt like my eyes would burst out at any moment.
The rope gripping my neck was suspended from the ceiling, while my body was restrained to a chair.
I suffered in this position that seemed designed to separate my head from my body, pulling me in opposite directions.
In this state, I was dying without even being permitted to scream.
Both arms were bound to the armrests, and my legs were tied to the chair legs.
Nosebleeds came and went repeatedly, and my entire body was covered in bruises.
My focus seemed to blur.
I thought that dying would be better than enduring this torture.
My feet had long been crushed by hammers, and nails had replaced my fingernails ages ago.
Suspended by a rope that neither killed me nor gave me peace, I endured the pain over and over again.
I hadn't received any fatal wounds.
I was simply rotting away bit by bit.
It was torture that didn't kill me but gnawed away at my sanity.
"Hue, eack, keck."
It felt like my eyes would pop out, but tears came first.
If only this hanging noose would become a merciful rope and end me properly, but the world was too cruel to grant me that kindness.
It hurts. It's agonizing.
Kill me. I don't want to live.
Save me. I don't want to die.
I was wrong. Save me. Stop, please.
No, I didn't do anything wrong.
Stop, stop. Ah, aah.
When oxygen ran low, they loosened the rope around my neck.
Just as I could barely breathe again, they would pour water over my head.
No food, no sleep.
Over and over and over again.
Only after being injected with a syringe of truth serum did I finally find some relief.
Very little relief.
"Huu..."
Until the end, I did nothing wrong.
I made no mistakes.