The Burmese Nightmare: A Woman Escapes Hell

No one gets out of here alive. This is the devil's den of northern Myanmar.

The rain isn't rain. It's water leaking through the tin roof, mixed with blood, dripping onto my ankle bone, cold as if someone were measuring it with a wire.

I step barefoot into the mud. The instant my toes touch the edge of the drainage ditch, a click sounds overhead. The infrared floodlight at Guard Post Three swings toward me, its white beam pinning my shadow to the wall like a specimen...