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Chilling in Northern Myanmar
墨書 Inktalez
1
"Director Jia Huairen has informed: 'Xiao Jiang, you and I will go to Kunming together for the early morning flight.'"
"Don't push yourself so hard when you come back. I've got everything covered. We should start planning for a baby," my husband teased from the other end, his playful tone laced with concern and beautiful dreams for our little family.
He had been extremely busy lately; as a partner in the company, it seemed likely he would earn several hundred thousand by the end of the year.
But then I thought of my disappointing brother back in Annan and my parents who were desperately trying to support his son’s life. I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
On the plane, I managed to rest a bit, but upon landing at the hotel, I realized my phone was missing.
The next day, after visiting clients, I bought a new phone and got a new SIM card, but I couldn't reach my husband. When I called their company’s front desk, the young girl sounded confused: "Sister-in-law? Aren't you in Myanmar's Northern Region looking for your brother? President Qin was worried and flew out early this morning to find you!"
What on earth was going on?
I frantically dialed his number again, but it remained unreachable.
I was fine; I hoped he was fine too, and that our life was fine!
Director Jia and Jiang Xiaoli accompanied me to report to the police; I was so nervous that my legs felt weak.
The terrifying tales about Myanmar's Northern Region made me shiver!
"Your brother-in-law will be fine; just drink some water and calm down," Jiang Xiaoli comforted me.
After gulping down some water, I suddenly felt the world spinning around me. The bottle slipped from my hand, and Jiang Xiaoli exclaimed, "Director Jia, Sister Jiang has fainted!"
"Quick! Get her to the hospital!"
2
"The goods are good!"
"Can we exchange them for quite a bit?"
"Didn't you hear them say? They have money at home; a hundred or eighty thousand is just pocket change. Three to five million isn't impossible... We just need our fifteen thousand; how much they can squeeze out has nothing to do with us!"
Who are they?
What are they talking about?
I had clearly opened my eyes, yet why was everything still pitch black?
Is the hospital bed this hard? It’s digging into my back!
I wanted to move, but my whole body felt paralyzed! Where was Director Jia? Where was Jiang Xiaoli? My head throbbed with pain, and fear and hunger overwhelmed me as I fainted again.
The sky was overcast, dark clouds looming above me, yet my legs felt as if they were cemented in place! Thunder rumbled overhead, and icy rain poured down on me like a deluge!
"You're awake!"
"Third Brother wants fifteen thousand from us; we need to get it back tenfold from her!"
The voice sounded somewhat like a character from a historical drama, the Mandarin spoken with an odd accent, as if phlegm were stuck in the throat. I had been doused with ice water to wake up.
The tape over my eyes and mouth was ripped away, and a man, thin as a stick, rushed at me with a knife!
"Ah—"
I let out the most piercing scream I could muster.
Two slaps landed on my face: "Shut up!"
Fortunately, he only cut the tape that bound me!
A woman about my age was brought in.
"Strip!" The eunuch's command was short and cold.
With a flick of his stick, the woman was knocked down. Several burly men quickly stripped her bare while a man in a white coat conducted a "physical examination" right in front of everyone. The woman was held down by several men, turned over and over, her eyes filled with despair.
A phone was shoved into her hand: "Call someone; get thirty thousand to let you go!"
The woman clutched it like a lifeline.
"Mom..."
On the other end, her mother responded repeatedly: "I'll give them the money meant for your brother's wedding. My dear child, what will I do if something happens to you..."
The man who spoke like a eunuch received the transfer notification and gestured to his subordinates: "Send her to the 'human meat market'!"
The man in the white coat handed over a "medical report": "No issues except for gynecological inflammation!"
Two men laughed heartily: " Brother Gun, shall we have some fun first?"
The woman struggled, "Didn’t you say you would let me go for three hundred thousand?"
No one paid her any attention as two men dragged her out, leering.
"It's your turn!" The voice of the one called Brother Gun, sounding half-dead, sent shivers down my spine.
The Huawei phone I had discarded was handed to me.
The first call was to "Mom" in my contacts.
It connected quickly, and the man named Ma Gan pressed the phone's camera against my face, speaking harshly: "Old lady, your daughter is in my hands. Bring fifty thousand to set her free, or you won't even see her corpse!"
The woman on the other end stared at me. "Isn't it just fifty thousand for your brother's house? You think I’d come up with that so quickly? You ungrateful wolf! I raised you for nothing! If you want money, forget it. Isn’t your husband making good money? Get another thirty thousand ready for a car for your brother..."
"Is this your real mother? How dare she play us!"
Ma Gan slapped my face. "We spent a lot of money on your father; do you think we would make a loss?"
Brother Gun's voice turned cold: "Strip her!"
Heaven help me, let me die!
" Brother Gun, look at this!" Just as the man in the white coat was about to insert a sampling tool into me, a burly man rummaging through my bag handed a piece of paper to Eunuch.
"What bad luck!" Brother Gun spat a thick phlegm onto my face. "Sexually transmitted diseases, liver disease, and she's a drug addict! Show her around and then send her to 'fish,' if we can't earn back ten times her worth, then just kill her!"
In a large "office," rows of men and women were making calls, sending WeChat messages, chatting on QQ... Suddenly, a middle-aged man was struck in the waist by an electric baton and collapsed in convulsions.
On his computer screen, the letters SOS flashed.
There was a big pool filled with foul-smelling sewage, floating with rotting dead dogs and cats—no, there was even an arm crawling with maggots. A few half-dead men were submerged in the water, which reached their chins.
I was thrown in too; being short, the sewage rushed into my mouth and nose!
It might have only been a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity to me.
I was dragged out and hosed down; I knelt on the ground and vomited violently.
"This is the price for trying to escape!" Ma Gan said.
In a room marked with a red cross, a muscular Black man was tightly bound to an operating table with zip ties while a man in a white coat marked his exposed body with Gentian Violet.
They were going to harvest his kidneys!
I couldn't help but envision each scene happening to me, trembling uncontrollably.
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