In order to avoid going to South Africa, Huang Dehan began a hunger strike. He made up his mind that he would rather starve to death here than go to South Africa to suffer the inhuman torture.
But on the second day of his hunger strike, he was tied to the bed and force-fed.
Li Man walked in again, "Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you're on a hunger strike. Don't force me to use force against you."
Huang Dehan said weakly: "You can kill me. I would rather die than go to South Africa."
Li Man took out his pistol, raised his lips with a teasing arc, and said slowly: "Do you still want to try the pain of digging out bullets without anesthesia?"
Thinking of the pain that went deep into his bones, Huang Dehan couldn't help but shudder. "
"What? Are you scared now?"
Huang Dehan's face looked very ugly. He pursed his lips and said nothing.
"My patience is limited. If you don't cooperate, I will not be polite. I can beat you into a sieve, then let the doctor save you. When you recover, I will beat you into a sieve again. You decide for yourself. Do you want to go to South Africa or let me beat you into a sieve?"
Hearing this, Huang Dehan quickly said, "Okay, I'll go!"
He didn't know what would happen in South Africa, but he really didn't want to be shot into a sieve again. Moreover, he was not given anesthesia when the bullet was removed. Such pain was simply worse than death!
The corners of his lips curled up slightly: "That's right, I'll give you a week to take good care of your body, and then someone will take you to South Africa!"
After saying this, Riemann left.
Huang Dehan lay on the bed, feeling hopeless.
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A week later, Huang Dehan was taken to South Africa.
As soon as I got off the plane, a wave of heat hit me in the face, and my skin felt like it was being burned by flames.
Huang Dehan originally thought that coming here might give him a chance to escape, but there were people guarding him all the way.
His hands and feet were chained, so he couldn't run away even if he wanted to.
When he arrived at the mine, he was not even allowed to rest for a while and was made to work directly.
Here are people wearing chains just like him.
These people are of all skin colors, but the majority are yellow-skinned.
Everyone worked silently. No one was surprised by his arrival. Everyone was used to it.
A black man who looked as black as a coal ball waved a whip in his hand, pointed at Huang Dehan and said in English: "You, hurry up and work, don't think about being lazy, or I will beat you to death!"
Huang Dehan quickly picked up the pickaxe beside him and started digging with everyone.
After digging for a while, he was so tired that he felt dizzy and gasped for breath.
My chest started to ache as well.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
He stopped what he was doing, and squatted down, holding his chest.
“Bang!”
The black man came over with a whip and beat him hard.
"ah……"
Huang Dehan screamed and felt a burning pain all over his body.
The whip kept hitting him, making a "slap, slap, slap" sound. He rolled on the ground in pain and shouted in English: "Stop hitting me, I'll do it, I'll do it, stop hitting me!"
The black man stopped whipping his whip and yelled, "If you keep being lazy, I'll beat you to death!"
Enduring the severe pain, Huang Dehan quickly got up and continued working.
Under the scorching sun, everyone waved their pickaxes and worked with numb expressions.
Occasionally someone would faint, and the black man would whip him to wake him up, and after he woke up, he would continue to do it.
They simply don't treat people as human beings.
When Huang Dehan arrived, it was already past lunchtime. He endured the hunger and worked until dark before finishing work and returning to the dormitory.
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