330 Days After My Boyfriend Sold Me to Myanmar

Based on a true story, dedicated to those who were never remembered.

Su Qing thought she had finally found true love. Her “overseas-returned executive” boyfriend of two months was gentle and wealthy. He said he would take her to Yunnan to look at a business project, and they would get married when they came back. Before she drank that bottle of soda, she never imagined she would wake up with her hands chained overhead, a stinking rag stuffed in her mouth, and a blood-soaked man in front of her with an electric baton shoved down his throat.

Her boyfriend squatted beside her, pinched her face, and smiled. “You’re the fifth.” Three hundred and thirty days: escape, get caught again.

Water prisons, dog cages, livestreams on the dark web, organs with price tags.

She thought she would die there, until, in a corner of the bathroom, she used a discarded SIM card to make a 47-second phone call.

Her name is Su Qing. Qing, as in a clear, sunny day.

The sun never sets in hell. Did she make it to dawn?