Pain. Excruciating pain. Severe, intense, unbearable pain. I writhed around as I desperately tried to escape, to let go of this pain and to just simply die. I wanted to die so much. This was pure torture, torture in its most sadistic nature. I felt my whole body go numb and my knees go weak. I felt my senses get lost and my nerves spasm. I felt my brain dull and my eyes close up. I felt pain jolting straight to the core of my heart. There was nothing more I'd like to do than to just simply pass away, away from this murderous torture.

The frustrating thing was, the pain was intolerable. Yet, it wasn't enough to kill me. Oh how I wished it would. How I wished the jolts of electricity that spazzed through my body would just cut my life off. How I wished my soul would be gone suddenly and that I would be relieved from all this. But I couldn't. They made sure of it. They made sure that I wasn't to die. Because they needed me. They needed me to be alive. And as much as I thought otherwise at that moment, I knew deep inside my now electrocuted heart that I needed to hang on, I needed to survive. And that will was exactly what kept me alive throughout the twenty four hour long agony.

The process was an experience like no other. The worse kind of punishment you could ever expect. Yet, I volunteered for this, I volunteered after being fully aware of the painful consequences, I volunteered after having seen all the previous sufferers writhe and grimace as the most painful feeling they had ever felt in their lives struck them. I volunteered because I was given no choice.