After making a phone call to my family, I was locked in a place similar to a prison cell.
The room was about three or four square meters, with only a single bed and a wooden barrel for defecation and urination.
Although this cell emitted a strange smell of a mixture of feces, urine and mildew, anyway, it was much better than being locked in a dog cage.
Moreover, Abu even had someone give me a clean white steamed bun and a bottle of mineral water.
The moment I took a bite of the steamed bun, I even thought it was the most delicious food in the world.
Sitting alone on the bed in the cell, eating the clean steamed bun and drinking the clean mineral water, I actually had an indescribable sense of happiness.
Can anyone believe that a steamed bun and a bottle of water can make a person feel happy?
At this moment, I was extremely eager for my family to quickly transfer 200,000 yuan to those scumbags in northern Myanmar so that I could go out immediately and live a normal life again.
As for whether my parents could raise 200,000 yuan, how to raise this amount of money, and whether those scumbags in northern Myanmar would let me go as they promised after receiving the money, all of these had long been forgotten by me.
I can't be blamed for being selfish.
If you had also been locked in a dog cage, whipped wantonly like livestock, and eaten food that even dogs would dislike, you would know what kind of feeling it was.
During the day when I was locked in the cell, I didn't know what had happened to those companions who had been captured with me, nor did I know if my family had transferred the money.
On that day, I was both scared and looking forward to it, and at the same time, there was also a slight sense of relief and peace of mind.
Now, every time I recall the changes in my state of mind back then, I feel a chill run down my spine at the means by which those scumbags in northern Myanmar manipulate people's hearts.
In the midst of complex emotions, the day passed quickly.
The next morning, I was taken out of this cell.
I wasn't taken to the small room where I met Abu yesterday, but to a dark, damp place filled with a strong smell of blood, similar to an interrogation room.
When I entered the door and saw the chains, machetes, axes and other instruments of torture with blood that hadn't dried yet, my legs went weak with fear.
Abu had someone tie up my limbs with chains and hang me up. He picked up a small knife casually, trimmed his nails while saying without even looking up, "It seems that your parents don't want to save you. The money hasn't been transferred yet."
Hearing these words, I was struck as if by lightning and was completely stunned.
"Impossible!"
I roared crazily with a trembling voice, not believing that my parents could be so cruel.
Although 200,000 yuan was a huge sum for my family, as long as my parents were willing, there was always a way to raise it.
"Don't get so excited. The human heart is the most complex thing in the world."
This scumbag Abu looked up at me, smiled, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket and waved it at me.
"I'm the most trustworthy person. It's still nearly half an hour short of a whole day since you called back yesterday. Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Now I can let you make another phone call to urge them."
For the sake of survival.
For the sake of escaping from this hellhole.
At this moment, I didn't care about anything else and immediately told Abu the phone number of my family and asked him to dial it for me.
As soon as the phone was connected, I couldn't wait to ask, "Dad, have you prepared the 200,000 yuan ransom?"
My father was silent for three seconds on the other end of the phone before saying in a hoarse voice, "The family's savings are only 70,000 yuan. Yesterday, your mother and I borrowed from all our relatives and friends, and we only managed to raise 148,000 yuan."
The phone was on speaker, and not only could I hear my father's words, but Abu and the other two scumbags in northern Myanmar could also hear them clearly.
"Mr. Li, you're not being honest. It seems that you don't want to save your son."
Abu sneered when he heard this and hung up the phone without hesitation.
"The phone rang only once and your father answered it, which means he had been waiting for you to call. It can be seen that your father is a very smart and cautious person."
"In your country's words, this is called 'not letting go of the hawk until you see the rabbit'."
"Since that's the case, hehe..."
Abu said this, smiled and waved to another scumbag in northern Myanmar, said a few words in Burmese, and then stepped back a few steps and raised his mobile phone at me.
Another scumbag in northern Myanmar took out a black cloth from his pocket and covered his face, only showing two triangular eyes. He picked up a pointed-nose vise and walked towards me.
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
Seeing the scumbag in northern Myanmar walking towards me with the vise, I trembled with fear and subconsciously struggled and shouted.
"Yes, yes, struggle and shout as hard as you can. Otherwise, your parents will think it's just a scare."
Abu held up his mobile phone, praised with a smile while recording a video.
The masked scumbag from northern Myanmar grabbed my left foot tied by the chains, took off my shoe, and used the pointed-nose vise to forcibly pull out the nail of my little toe.
The excruciating pain made me instinctively scream loudly.
It's not that I'm weak, but it really hurts too much.
Before this, I was just an ordinary college student who had never suffered much. How could I endure the pain of having my nails pulled out alive?
"Continue."
Abu held up his mobile phone to take a close-up of my bloody left foot, said something and then slowly backed away, making sure that both I and the scumbag in northern Myanmar with the bloody pointed-nose vise were in the frame.
"No, my parents will definitely send the money to save me!"
Having already experienced that excruciating pain once, after hearing Abu's words, I struggled and shouted crazily, trying to save the remaining toenails in this way.
But my struggling and shouting had no effect.
The masked scumbag from northern Myanmar still used the pointed-nose vise to forcibly pull out all the toenails of my left foot alive.
In just two or three minutes, my clothes were soaked with sweat and my voice was hoarse from shouting.
My left foot was bloody, and I couldn't even bear to look at it myself.
The pain of having my toenails pulled out alive still makes me shudder when I think about it now.
Just when I thought that having all the toenails of my left foot pulled out was the end of it, who would have thought that this beast Abu would have someone hold his mobile phone to record while he covered his face, found a small saw from somewhere, came over, grabbed my bloody foot with one hand and held the small saw with the other hand and started sawing at my little toe.
If having the toenails pulled out was still within the tolerance range of a normal person.
Then having the toe slowly sawed off alive was enough to make anyone want to die immediately.
I don't know how long this process lasted, nor do I remember how many times I passed out from the pain.
At that time, all I could think of in my head was pain and the desire to die!
Now when I look back, I actually think I'm quite tough. I actually managed to endure that kind of pain.
If it were someone else, they might have died of pain on the spot.