I visited the jail where 13,000 Syrians were tortured to death

Pain floods his body. It spits and crackles like electricity. Every day for three months, the guards have hung him by his arms from the ceiling. Every day for three months they have beaten him with whatever they can find.

Belts, pipes, steel rods, it makes no difference. Once, they even used the metal tracks from a tank.

Beyond the ceaseless agony, he is tortured by the knowledge that the jailors aren’t even trying to get him to confess. After all, he’s already been convicted. He understands that all this is just violence for its own sake. The purest form of sadism.

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