(Minghui.org) I pursued nothing but pleasure before I came across Falun Dafa. In order to make money, I engaged in illegal activities and I ended up being arrested and thrown into prison.
Fortunately, I was held with Falun Dafa practitioners in prison. Having stayed with them for some time, I was surprised by their unselfishness and great forbearance by not fighting back or swearing.
I had all sorts of bad habits then, and I never spoke or acted properly. Practitioners did not look down on me, nor did they shun me. They often kindly guided and helped me. They helped me understand many principles of being a good human being. For the first time in my life, I understood why I should become a good person. They touched my heart. I saw the strength of Dafa through these practitioners.
I deeply believed that practicing Dafa was the only way to get rid of my bad habits and become a genuinely good person. I longed to become a good person from the bottom of my heart. Despite the horrible environment in the prison, I started practicing Dafa with no hesitation.
I continued practicing Dafa by myself after I was released. I was illegally arrested for being involved in making informational materials about Falun Gong, and was sent to the Judong Women's Forced Labor Camp in Jiangsu Province for a year. The camp was infamous for torturing practitioners, and I suffered all kinds of cruel and inhuman torture.
In the past, I was held in prison for the crime that I committed. I deserved that. But now, I was arrested for trying to become a good person who considers others first. What kind of crime was I committing by practicing Dafa? I was innocent! Falun Dafa is good! Dafa thoroughly remolded me and I started a new life. I promise that I would follow Master only. I would not cooperate with the unlawful persecution of Dafa practitioners and the CCP's slander of Master Li.
I recited Master's Hong Yin and other articles in my heart every day. I refused to be “transformed.” I would not sign any papers agreeing quit Falun Gong.
Guards directed collaborators to torture me because of my “disobedience.” Once, they punched my head with a two-foot-long abacus. I shouted, “Falun Dafa is good!” They pinched my face and tore my mouth and my face bled badly. I was not afraid at all and I shouted louder, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good! Restore Master Li's reputation!” The torturers were afraid of me. They sealed my mouth with tape and locked me in solitary confinement where I was tortured even more heinously.
Just like those in the infamous Masanjia Forced Labor Camp, the guards in the Judong Women's Forced Labor Camp resorted to cruel methods of torture in order to meet the quota of “transformed” practitioners to earn more bonuses for themselves.
Once when guards and collaborators were torturing a practitioner, I shouted without a second thought to deter them, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good! Restore my Master's reputation!” The guards ordered me to stop. I was not afraid and told them, “Those who practice Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance are good people. Heaven will punish you for persecuting Falun Dafa practitioners.”
They hated and feared me even more. They put me in solitary confinement again. The solitary cell was especially built to torture practitioners--it was the place where the cruelest torture occurred. The cell was pitch black with impenetrable rubber walls, so that even the most piercing screams could not being heard outside. Protected by this setup, guards could commit whatever atrocities they could think of. In an attempt to destroy my will, they played songs that defamed Dafa at full volume day after day.
Several thugs viciously insulted and tortured me on a full time basis. They ignored their conscience so as to get their terms reduced. They spat their phlegm on my face, forced me to stand all day long, and deprived me of sleep. Again and again, they lifted me up, threw me down, then threw themselves on top of me.
If I were an ordinary person, my bones would have been fractured. With protection from Master Li, I did not even feel any pain. I knew that Master endured the suffering for me. I thought about the saying “one's kind Master is like one's father.” Tears ran down my cheeks. I became even more firm in my heart.
In the camp, I was constantly put into solitary and tortured horribly. I did not have any fear at all. The lines of Master's poems from Hong Yin often came into my mind. Sometimes they noticed that my mouth was moving. They said, “You are reciting the Dafa book,” and they'd beat me to the ground. They would force me to stand for several days straight without any sleep. They did not allow me to use the toilet. I could not hold it any longer, and I had to soil my pants. The collaborators then put my soiled pants into my food box, pushed my head on top of it, and forced me to eat the food.
I started a hunger strike to protest the persecution and while I was on the hunger strike, I still kept reciting Hong Yin and Master's articles.
To force me to give in and renounce my practice of Falun Gong, the guards put me in the “Training Team” that specially targeted practitioners. The team members were strong, cruel, cold-hearted thugs who focused on torturing us. They could use whatever vicious method they wanted. They did not allow me to wash for long period of times. Four times every day, they forced me to take off all my clothes, searched me, and then made me stand for a long time. I shouted again and again with a determined heart, “Falun Dafa is good! Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance is good! The world needs Truthfulness-Compassion-Forbearance!” They covered my mouth, tore at my face, and almost suffocated me. My mouth constantly bled and my face was badly swollen.
They also stuffed my mouth with rags that had been used to mop the floors and they'd violently slap my face non-stop, leaving my face swollen and covered with bruises. They then stomped on my toes and kicked my knees. They used the bottom of a shoe to slap my face. They pinched my nipples and body with all their might. They wore themselves out torturing me. I was covered with blue and purple bruises that have not completely disappeared even to this day. I kept shouting, “Falun Dafa is good,” until they stopped torturing me.
I was put into solitary and went on hunger strikes many times. While I was on a hunger strike, they'd insert a thick tube into my nose that went down to my stomach. They deliberately inserted the tube and pulled it out, again and again, just to torture me. Sometimes they simply pried my mouth open and force-fed me. This cruelty made me more clear-minded, and I realized Dafa's preciousness more than before. I shouted “Falun Dafa is good!” every day. I did not have any fear of the guards or collaborators. I seized every opportunity to do the exercises and explain the facts about Falun Gong.
They sexually abused me with vicious and obscene methods to try to force me to give up my faith. Directed by the guards, collaborators inserted a long handled toothbrush into my vagina to scrape and brush it inside me. At the same time, they directed men to throw themselves on top of me so that I was not able to resist. I kept shouting "Falun Dafa is good!" despite their weight making my legs numb and insensitive, or their beating and cursing me. I kept shouting until they got tired and untied me.
With an unshakable faith in Dafa, I finally got out of the Judong Women's Forced Labor Camp.
Falun Dafa saved me. I became a new person as a result of practicing Dafa. I cultivated my character and worked to become virtuous. The cruel torture that I endured is a reflection of the inhuman nature of the Chinese Communist Party(CCP). By choosing to persecute Dafa, the CCP will ultimately destroy itself. Falun Dafa practitioners' future will definitely be the most wonderful.