Chapter Ten
Revelations
My life of paradox and contradiction continued for several months. I slept in a dingy cell, then dressed in expensive clothes and lived the life of a lady—except for those regular occasions when I was cruelly whipped or given to Mr. Sun’s guests for s****l gratification.
Regardless of how my day had gone or how I was treated, I returned to my cell each night, stripped of the finery, as a stark reminder of my captivity. I bowed my head humbly, as I entered the cold, cement room barefoot and naked. Then I peed in the galvanized bucket and let my privates air dry. There was no toilet paper to wipe myself. My sweat-sticky skin would cling to the bamboo mat by morning, when I’d peel it away as I moved to my feet.
Strangely, the simple serenity of my cell was often
