Nie Zhenzhen was led by the guard into a room resembling a medical clinic. What met her eyes was a pristine expanse of white—white walls, white ceiling, white floor tiles, white furniture. It gave off an illusion of sanctity, yet could not conceal the filthy things that happened here.
The room was spacious inside. There was a hospital-style examination bed, a chair specifically for gynecological examinations, and a special white solid wood chair resembling a torture chair. Several colorful wires were connected to it, with the other ends of the wires leading to a generator.
In the center of the room stood a wide central island counter, neatly arranged with all kinds of bottles and jars containing liquids of different colors, which looked especially striking in this blindingly white room.
Before Nie Zhenzhen could even process her surroundings, “Get in!” She was roughly shoved from behind by the guard toward the depths of the room. Only then did she notice there was actually another room inside, concealed by a thick white curtain.
She stepped through the white curtain and found a crude bathroom inside—no floor tiles, just rough, cold cement ground, surrounded by gray cement walls on all sides. There was no showerhead, no cleaning supplies, only an industrial high-pressure water gun. Long drainage pipes and sewer lines were exposed bare, exuding a terrifying coldness and gloom.
Before Nie Zhenzhen could react, the guard behind her commanded coldly, “Strip!”
The girl felt her brain momentarily shut down. She thought she must have misheard. She stood frozen in place, not moving for a long while, which undoubtedly exhausted the guard’s patience completely. His voice rose several notches, carrying an unyielding finality, “Strip! Or I’ll tear them off you myself!”
Nie Zhenzhen was so frightened she jolted all over. In the face of overwhelming survival instinct, dignity and reason were temporarily overridden.
She dared not hesitate any longer and reached out to remove her clothes. When she got to the innermost layer, her hands unconsciously paused. A surge of intense humiliation and pride welled up within her, and tears streamed down like broken pearls, cascading past her chin and onto the ground, instantly soaking the small patch of floor beneath her feet.
Soon, the girl stood with not a shred of covering. The cool air touched her skin, carrying a faint chill that spread through her limbs and body, raising a fine layer of goosebumps.
She instinctively hugged her arms, trying desperately to cover the softness on her chest. Though it was futile under the watchful eyes of the guard, it at least gave her a sliver of comfort and dignity.
In an instant, the high-pressure water gun came crashing down. The ice-cold water column struck her frail body with tremendous force.
The biting, fierce torrent of water lashed relentlessly over the girl’s entire body, knocking her off balance, leaving her no room to dodge.
Water splashed everywhere, flowing wantonly down her hair strands and shoulders. The piercing cold, wrapped in powerful impact, soaked through her limbs like countless sharp arrows shooting into the girl, and intense pain spread instantly across her body, making her gasp sharply.
Soon, her originally fair and delicate skin was flushed red and burning from the water’s assault, but she had no strength to resist. She could only instinctively curl up, letting the icy water roughly drench her body again and again.
This torture lasted a full ten minutes before it stopped. Nie Zhenzhen was already exhausted in both body and spirit, curled up in the corner, her body convulsing uncontrollably.
The guard gave her no chance to catch her breath. A pair of rough, powerful hands seized her slender arm without ceremony, and like grabbing a little chick, he lifted her and carried her toward the outer room.
“Ah!” The girl could no longer suppress the overwhelming humiliation and shame and screamed loudly, her hands flailing aimlessly in the air, clutching at nothing, only futilely tearing at the empty air.
Nie Zhenzhen was thrown roughly onto the electric chair. Her hands and feet were firmly bound with leather straps. She sat there stiffly, the blood in her body seeming to freeze in an instant, her pupils suddenly shrinking to tiny points, her eyes filled with overwhelming terror.
Extreme fear left her mind a complete blank, and for a moment she even forgot to resist—though against such an absolute disparity in strength, any resistance would have been futile anyway.
She was so terrified she became incoherent, her lips trembling uncontrollably, her voice shattered and broken, “You… you… what… what are you going to do to me?”
“You were pretty bold when you ran, weren’t you? Looking all gentle and frail, who’d have thought you’re such a fiery one!” The guard sneered with malicious amusement, his tone ice-cold to the extreme.
“No… I’m begging you, I know I was wrong… I won’t dare do it again!” The girl’s voice trembled into fragments, pleading over and over with uncontrollable sobs, her tone utterly submissive, nearly on the verge of collapse.
“Too late for begging now. In a moment, you’ll get a real taste of the consequences of running!” The guard remained completely unmoved, his tone harsh and vicious.
The moment the words left his mouth, the guard attached the electrodes to the most sensitive parts of the girl’s upper and lower body. His rough fingertips slid across her delicate, tender skin, causing her to tremble uncontrollably—and stirring within her a sensation she herself didn’t quite understand.
At that moment, Nie Zhenzhen’s heart felt as if it were being crushed by invisible hands. Shame and humiliation wrapped around her, spreading through every limb and bone—both unbearable and powerless. She could only bite down hard on her lips, forcing back the tears welling in her eyes. Her entire body instinctively wanted to curl into a ball and burrow into the ground, but the restraints on her made it impossible to dodge or move, leaving her without even the courage to lift her head.
“Ready?” the guard behind her asked, not waiting for an answer before mercilessly flipping the switch.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” A long, piercing scream, as if torn from the depths of hell, erupted as Nie Zhenzhen’s body lurched forward. Her limbs tightened uncontrollably to their absolute limit, like a bowstring pulled taut, on the verge of snapping at any moment.
Fine tremors rippled from her fingertips all the way down her spine. A bone-deep, stabbing pain swept through her entire body in an instant, like countless cold, sharp silver needles driving densely into her flesh.
“This is only the lowest setting, and you can’t take it already? What are we going to do about the rest?” the guard taunted with a sinister grin.
Without another word, he deftly turned the power up a notch.
This time, Nie Zhenzhen didn’t even have the strength to scream. The color drained from her face in an instant, leaving it as pale as lifeless rice paper.
She felt every inch of her skin being pierced by a dull, stabbing sensation, spreading from her neck and spine to her limbs—sharp, relentless pain that burrowed layer by layer into her very bones.
The girl’s most delicate, tender parts endured this inhumane torture. Soon, a large puddle of urine spread across the floor beneath her.
The electric torture continued. Her flesh grew taut and numb, her body trembling and curling beyond her control, to the point where the leather straps digging deep into her skin no longer registered any pain.
Before long, her eyes rolled back, her jaw clenched so tightly her teeth ground together, and even her breathing came in shuddering gasps.
Finally, as if released from a burden, she fell unconscious… A trickle of white foam seeped from the corner of her mouth.