Friday, 10 June 2011
04:50:43 AM (GMT)
Okay, those of you who know me really well know this story. To those of you who do
know me really well, but don't know this story, here you go.
I was telling my good friend Becca about this and I decided to tell everybody about
Last March, me, my older sister, and some church friends meet up with an underground
church in India and support the work going on there.
Me and my sister were walking back from this bazaar when the two of us were knocked
out. When I woke up, I was in a room, tied to a chair being vidoetaped. I couldnt see
We were captured by radical Muslims.
Apparently, Muslims incorporate the Inquisition because I....we.....me and marg.....
We were tortured because we were Christian.
You don't know pain until you have 250 volts rushing up and down your spine....
And we weren't the only ones. I heard at least 5 other girls....I became very
familiar with their screams....
I don't know what they did to Margie. She won't tell anyone.
As for me, *lifts up my shirt to show electrical burns, acid marks, scars, stab
wounds, and scimitar cuts.*
We were held captive and tortured until December. US troops stormed the house that
month. I got back to the US in january.
You know what my mom said when I got home?
"Still alive, are ye?"
Except to a few people, I have never spoken about this...
I know im supposed to, but I can't forgive them.
Especially Sayid. He was my "personal converter".
Is that wrong?