I Came Out Alive from the Water Prison in Northern Myanmar

Don't tell me again that "Ka Yaozi" is made up on the Internet. I was the one who crawled out of that rumor. My name is Liu Dong. In 2020, I sold myself with my own hands. I was resold as a piglet three times just for a border smuggling deal that "no credit check, food and accommodation included, daily payment, and 50,000 yuan per trip". The first time was 20,000, the second time was 8,000, and the third time - the other person said, "I'm too thin, I don't want it for free." Finally, he gave me a pack of cigarettes before he stuffed me in. They threw me into a water cell. Waist-deep in black water, my skin began to rot after seven days of soaking in it. The rotten flesh turned white in the water, and maggots burrowed out of the wounds. I watched with my own eyes as my roommate slit another man's throat with a piece of iron in order to grab a bite of moldy steamed buns. One girl tried to escape, and after being recaptured, we never saw her again. I only heard crying coming from the ground in the middle of the night. When the electric baton hit my waist, I convulsed and peed all over my crotch. I knelt on the ground and shouted "Dad, spare my life" until my throat bled. There, you don't have a name, just a number. There are no laws, just fists, electric shocks, and the possibility of disappearing at any moment tomorrow. It took me 72 days to escape. But I will never forget the moment when I looked back - behind that iron door, there were hundreds of pairs of eyes looking at me. They can never get out again. This is not a fucking novel, this is my life. How did I survive the 72 days in the water prison? If you dare to read it, click on the first chapter.