The next day, hunger and thirst began to torment him.
During the confinement period, they were only given one meal of thin porridge and half a cup of water per day.
His lips were chapped and his throat felt like it was on fire.
On the third day, loneliness and darkness began to erode his sanity.
He began talking to himself, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing.
Time lost its meaning; every minute felt like an eternity.
When the iron gate finally opened, Su Mingqiang was too weak to stand up.
He was dragged out of the solitary confinement cell, and the blinding sunlight brought tears to his eyes.
"Remember this lesson."
Wang Dali kicked Su Mingqiang, who was slumped on the ground.
"Next time it will be seven days."
In the days that followed, similar "punishments" came one after another.
Cockroaches or sand often appeared in Su Mingqiang's food.
I was suddenly woken up in the middle of the night to do meaningless physical training.
The most dangerous work is assigned during labor.
In just half a month, Su Mingqiang lost 15 kilograms, his eyes became sunken, and his complexion turned sallow.
But what tormented him most was not the physical pain, but the inability to understand why all of this was happening.
"Old Zhou, do you think... I've offended someone?"
One night, Su Mingqiang finally couldn't help but ask.
Old Zhou was silent for a while, then lowered his voice.
"I asked around, and it turns out someone higher up is trying to get you. Think about it, before you went to jail, who did you offend?"
Su Mingqiang nodded, suddenly realizing something.
The only people he could think of and who had the ability to do these things were Zhang Haiyang's family.
"Why...why didn't you just kill me?"
Su Mingqiang muttered to himself.
Old Zhou gave a wry smile.
"Death is a relief. Here, they want you to suffer a fate worse than death."
the next day.
Su Mingqiang was assigned to clean the septic tank.
The most disgusting job in prison.
Wearing a simple mask, he endured the stench and scooped out the filth spoonful by spoonful.
"Hurry up!"
The supervising prison guard shouted from a distance.
Su Mingqiang sped up, but suddenly his foot slipped and he fell into the septic tank.
The filthy liquid instantly engulfed him. He struggled to climb out, but failed time and time again because the pool walls were too slippery.
The prison guards stood by the pool laughing, and some even used long poles to push him down.
Su Mingqiang choked on several mouthfuls of sewage, his lungs burned with pain, and his vision began to go black.
Just as he was about to lose consciousness, a rope was thrown down.
He instinctively grabbed on and was dragged out of the septic tank.
"Want to die? Not so easy."
Wang Dali sneered.
"Wash it clean, and continue tomorrow."
That night, Su Mingqiang huddled in the corner of his cell, unable to shake off the stench emanating from his body.
His skin was irritated by the sewage, causing it to become red, swollen, and itchy, and his eyes were bloodshot due to infection.
"What...what should I do..."
Su Mingqiang wept silently.
Unbeknownst to him, his younger brother, Su Mingfu, was also experiencing similar torment at the same time.
...
The bell rang for the end of get out of class at No. 1 High School in Beijing. Su Mingfu quickly packed his schoolbag, wanting to leave the classroom as soon as possible.
These past few days, after-school time has become his nightmare.
"Su Mingfu! Stop right there!"
A rough voice came from behind.
Su Mingfu froze, then slowly turned around.
Zhao Xiaogang and three other boys blocked the classroom door, their faces bearing malicious smiles.
Zhao Xiaogang was a notorious troublemaker at school. His father was a section chief in the Education Bureau, and even the teachers gave him a wide berth.
A few days ago, he suddenly started causing trouble for Su Mingfu.
"In such a hurry to leave?"
Zhao Xiaogang snatched Su Mingfu's schoolbag.
"Are you looking down on us?"
"No...no."
Su Mingfu kept his head down and spoke very softly.
"Then why not join our 'study group'?"
Zhao Xiaogang's henchman, Wang Qiang, gave Su Mingfu a push.
The so-called "study group" was actually just an excuse for Zhao Gang and his gang to bully their classmates.
Every day after school, they would take their target to the small woods behind the school playground and play various "games".
And without exception, these games cause pain and humiliation.
"Today I...I have something to do at home."
Su Mingfu tried to explain.
"oh?"
Zhao Xiaogang raised an eyebrow.
"Then I'll have to take even better 'care' of you."
The four men sandwiched Su Mingfu between them and led him to the grove of trees, half-pushing and half-shoving him.
This place is far from the teaching building, so even if you shout loudly, no one will hear you.
"Same as always, let's warm up first."
Zhao Xiaogang took a coin out of his pocket.
"You take ten punches from the front, we'll kick you ten times from the back."
Su Mingfu bit his lip; he had no choice.
These past few days, he has experienced this "game" almost every day.
He initially tried to resist, which resulted in a more severe beating.
Tell the teacher?
Zhao Xiaogang's father would turn a complaint into a joke.
Should I tell my family?
He didn't want to add to his already troubled father's burden.
The coin flipped in the air and landed on the back of Zhao Gang's hand.
"Tails!"
Zhao Xiaogang grinned.
"Take off your pants."
Su Mingfu's face turned deathly pale instantly.
This is a new trick; previous "games" hadn't reached this level.
No...don't...
"don't want?"
Zhao Xiaogang suddenly changed his expression and punched Su Mingfu in the stomach.
"You think you have the right to say 'no'?"
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