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DARK PARADISE

stoically denying and absorbing the pain, trying to figure out a way to end the torture as fast as possible.

All the time I was sitting on the bed, handcuffed and blindfolded, just sitting thinking, 'How am I going to get out of this?' I would hear the door opening again, I would go, 'Here we go again.' I could see through the bottom of the blindfold the feet arriving, the leather sandals, so I knew if the same guys came back.

Then they would start all over again, bang, hit me on the head, bam, slap on the face, bam punch in the ribs, saying, 'Come on, use your tongue, say some names, help us to help you, come on,' and just hit hit hit. Sometimes, they put a piece of wood on top of my bare toes, and one guy comes with a real strong kick, bam, and you see stars and always like screaming, 'Ahhh fuck.' 'Come on, talk,' and just keep on going and going like this.

So in the end, after two days, they realised I wasn't going to talk or set anyone up – I was already a fucking zombie – and they finally came in, saying, 'Okay, let's go. You're not going to help us so you're going to go to jail for 10, 15 years, is that what you want?' I was like, 'Okay, if that's it, that's it, but please take me to the police station. I wish I could help you, but I can't.' 'Bullshit.'

So you were polite to them?

Very polite; they have you by the balls, the last thing you want to do is go, 'Hey, go fuck yourself motherfucker pig,' or something like that. I was already getting enough.

In two days they'd never left me for more than two hours; I didn't sleep one single minute, didn't go to the toilet, not once, I didn't eat once. Maybe I had one or two glasses of water when they played good cop, bad cop. One guy hits me, bam bam bam, and the other guy, 'Hey, stop, get out.' And then, 'Hey, I really want to help, you talk to me.'

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