BDSM Library - Story: Incident in Mindanao, Chapter: Part 1

INCIDENT IN MINDANAO

By Shabbadew2002

Item in a Manila newspaper (March 27, 2007)

Professor, writer and peace advocate, Maricel Castaneda, 41, filed a formal complaint today alleging the military illegally arrested her during the Women’s Day on March 8, 2007 and subjected her to molestation and torture. She claims her 17-year-old son was detained, bound and forced to witness her interrogation.

“I pleaded for mercy for me and my son,” Castaneda said in her written statement issued, but all they said was, “wala nay kalooy-kalooy dinhi.” (“We have no mercy.”)

The human rights group KARAPATAN (Alliance for the Advancement of Peoples’ Rights) said Castaneda was arrested after attending a late night meeting on Human Rights and International Humanitarian Law. David Orante, a KARAPATAN spokesperson, said her arrest was illegal as no warrant was issued at the time she was seized. He said a warrant was only issued on March 17 - nine days after she was arrested.

Castaneda spoke to the media on March 15. Afterwards, Lt. Gen. Narciso Claveria, commander of the Armed Forces Southern Command, made a statement to the press that Castaneda was known to be the deputy secretary of the Communist Party of the Philippines (CPP) in Mindanao.

In her prepared statement for the media, Castaneda said six armed men wearing ski masks and fatigues abducted her at Anastacia Mission Village in Barangay Lumbayao as she was leaving the meeting hall at 11 pm. She said she was dragged into a white van, handcuffed and blindfolded.

After being driven for two hours, her blindfold was removed and she found herself inside a hut. Pictures were taken and she was offered food, but refused to eat. She said she was again blindfolded and driven away in the van. Later, she found herself in a room and left there incommunicado.

Two men entered the room to interrogate her. She was not allowed to go to the toilet. She was subjected to another round of interrogation lasting an hour. While she denied all allegations, a man warned her that if she did not cooperate, a berdugo (villain) would come to torture her.

Then the men left taking her purse. An hour later, another man whom she described in her statement as “nice” came and removed her blindfold. This time, she wrote, her interrogator used a different tactic. She said this man offered her food and asked her how he could help. She complained about her purse being taken away. The man left. Later, her purse was returned to her.

The next day, March 13, another man entered the room to interrogate her. Two men followed him, bringing her son, whom they had also detained with them. They began a very severe round of interrogation. Castaneda said she was subjected to sexual abuse, and intense psychological and physical torture.

All of these things were done in front of her son, Castaneda alleged. After a full day of this treatment, she claims, she broke down. The “nice” man came back, gave her a pen and paper and asked her to sign. It was then that she answered “yes” to all her captors’ allegations, including her membership in the CPP. After that, she wrote, the whole atmosphere changed. She was told that she could see counsel and have visitation rights.

On March 18, she and her son, after an hour long flight, were brought to the Pagadian City jail. It was only on March 21 that she was allowed to see her lawyer and a representative of KARAPATAN. The human rights group alleges that numerous violations of human rights have been perpetrated by the military in this region and says that Castaneda’s case is the 14th illegal arbitrary detention in the region. Since her release, Castaneda is reportedly writing a book based on her arrest and interrogation.

Maricel Castaneda’s Testimony:

“The interrogators did not wear any identification on their uniforms. In fact, during the whole time, they all wore black ski masks. There were no signs of rank. And there were no real names used. I knew people had disappeared and I had heard stories of torture and abuse. Since I am known as a human rights advocate, I was suspect. The government has become very crazy lately. These illegal arrests are always done in the name of the “nation”. So I was very frightened.

I always felt I could stand up to terrorism. I found out what my limits are. On March 13, I was brought to a room with no windows. There was a single bare light bulb in the ceiling. There was a table and chairs, a cabinet, several buckets and a hose. The floor was bare concrete with a drain in the center of the room. It gave me the chills to be there. Then the berdugo showed up.

He was middle-aged I could tell - even though he wore a mask, and paunchy. He had a folder in his hand. He sat down and began studying the papers without acknowledging me or paying any attention to me. I sat in a chair facing him across the table. He finally introduced himself. He said I should call him, “Major Meatball”. He read to me lies that were on the papers he had. He asked me if the statements he read were mine.

I said, “No.”

I knew they were not my words and told him so. He began yelling at me.

He said, “Do you think you can get away with lying? I am going to take make it very hard on you if you continue to be uncooperative. Understand?”

I pleaded for mercy.

He said, “We have no mercy.”

Then he said he knew I was a Communist. I told him I was not. He asked me who my friends were. Who shares your ideas, he wanted to know? He wanted to know the names of members of the CPP. I would not give him any names. If I named anyone, I knew this would be used against them. This made him very angry. He began to attack me verbally.

He called me names like puta and bruja and threatened me. He kept asking me for names. It was clear he wanted me to inform on colleagues and friends. All I could do was say ‘no’.

Suddenly two men burst into the room. They had my 16-year-old son, Jonathan, with them. I was shocked. I never expected that they would abduct someone in my family. Over my protests, they forced him into a chair next to me. When I tried to protest, one of the men grabbed me and twisted my arms.

It hurt. They handcuffed Jonathan to the chair and gagged him to silence him. My heart went out to him. I stifled my tears. He looked terrified, but from what I could see, he seemed unharmed. Nevertheless, I was very upset. He was in this place because of me.

I tried to say something, but I was told to, “shut up.”

I tried to make eye contact with him to reassure him.

Major Meatball stopped me and said, “If you don’t want to see your son tortured right in front of your eyes, you follow my orders – understand?”

He explained that my son was there to witness my “questioning”. I could make it stop at any time. All I had to do was tell him I was a Communist. And tell him who the others were in my cell. I am not a Communist, so I could not do this. When I refused, he grabbed me, shook me and threatened me. I had not gone to the bathroom and I needed to urinate very badly. I asked to go. I was refused.

Then he told me to stand up and lift the hem of my dress. I hated to have to do this, but I did not want to see my son harmed. My hands were shaking, but I did it. I pulled it up and then he told to pull it up higher. I was showing my underwear. Then he told me to turn around. I was showing my son more than he should see - I was very embarrassed and ashamed!

Then he said, “Take off your dress.”

I felt a cold feeling like a knife was right at my throat. I did not want to, but I had to, so I obeyed. My fingers were clumsy. My hands were trembling as I took my dress off. They took it from me and tossed it on the table. I crossed my arms over my bosom. I was now just in my bra, panties and shoes.

“Walk over there,” he told me. “Then walk back.”

I looked at Jonathan and then looked away. I could not look him in the eye. I did not want to see what I would find there! I was perspiring from embarrassment and in shock at being made to expose myself to my son. I needed to urinate so badly too. It was extremely uncomfortable. I wanted to die from shame and I struggled not to cry, but I felt tears come to my eyes. I remember I did not know what to do with my hands. I kept wringing them as I walked. He had me walk all around in my underwear. My face was red with shame! I was overwhelmed and began sobbing. I did not want to lose control of my emotions for my son’s sake. However, my feeling of shame was so strong that I could not stop the tears. And after this, he told me to take off my bra and panties.

I had stopped crying, but now I was more upset than ever....I had no choice. I took off my bra and my panties. One of the men came over and took them from me. Then, he sniffed my panties! He handed them to the Major. He examined them and made a comment about how “crusty” the crotch was. Then he smelled them! This was so shaming to me. After this, he shoved them under my son’s nose and made him smell them. He told my son he thought I had a “stinky pussy”. I wanted to die!

They insulted me. The told me I had a fat bottom. I kept my private area covered with my hands, but my breasts were exposed. The Major made crude remarks, since I have a large bosom. The other men began mocking and taunting me. I looked at my son and I realized how much this was hurting him. He was looking at my breasts and I wanted him not to. But I guess there was no way he could not.

Having to show my naked body to my son was worse than I could have ever imagined. I tried to cover myself, but I was told to put my hands down. I was terribly embarrassed. I was sweating, not only under my arms but everywhere because the room was hot and because of the stress. The Major continued to verbally abuse me and the others joined in.

They made lewd remarks about me. They said that women with nipples like mine were whores. I was horrified Major Meatball held up a file folder. He said he knew all about me. He said I had a history of exposing myself to young men at the University. It was all made up lies. He said I slept with my students. I was appalled. He was trying to tear me down in front of my son. With my eyes I told my son to ignore what he was saying.

“Oh God, please let me be strong, please let me be strong for my son,” I prayed silently to myself.

These men were animals! But it got worse. He had me stand in front of Jonathan, facing away, to show him my naked buttocks. Then he had me spread my cheeks to display my anus to him. Next I had to bend over, put my hands on my knees and spread my legs. In this position I was showing EVERYTHING to my teenage son.

I would have preferred to have my teeth drilled at the dentist without anesthesia than be in that situation. I am a very modest woman. My son had never seen me naked. You cannot imagine the shame I felt.

Major Meatball told my son, “She does not wear panties when she teaches class. She spreads her legs like this so all the boys can see her pussy. Look at her pussy. Are you excited by Mommy’s pussy?”

He reminded me that I was harming my son. Was I ready to name names? When I kept silent, he asked me if this is what I wanted my son to see. I tried to be calm. He told me it was going to get worse if I did not cooperate. I could see that my son was very overcome seeing me, his mother, like that.

Next, they began to molest me. They grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. They pulled and pinched my nipples. Then they began feeling me between my legs. I begged them to stop. I was sick with shame as they felt me all over. I felt so much shame as they did this in front of my son. The Major kept talking to me and asking me questions. I was getting mixed up. I felt a lot of distress. Our lives were in the hands of these monsters. We were in a deep hole and there was no one to help us.

I found the strength to say to my son, “please baby...It will be ‘OK’... we will survive.”

Poor Jonathan - there was nothing he could do. All he could do was look at his naked mother being molested in front of him. Major Meatball felt my breasts and touched me between my legs. Then he pushed me to the next man. They kept taking turns, feeling my private areas.

I began to show signs of arousal in spite of my desire to control my reactions. This was pointed out. It was very humiliating! Again, I was called a whore and a slut. Then they began putting their fingers in me. I was so ashamed that I got wet. My son could hear it. They showed my son their wet fingers! I kept my eyes down. I could not bear to see the look on my son’s face. Then, to give me a deeper emotional shock, they put me in a very obscene position on the table.

They tied me on my back with my legs spread open and my hands behind my head. They tied me to the table with my thighs on my chest. In this position, I was spread open - very shaming. Even my anus was exposed. This is the position a woman is put in at the doctor’s office for a pelvic exam. The Major made sure that Jonathan could see my intimate areas.

He told me that he had to give me a complete “strip search”. He then performed a cavity search on me. The Major asked me if I was embarrassed. I couldn’t answer him; I was so overcome with emotion. Also the pressure in my bladder was very bad.

He said, “Your son can see everything you have. He has a bulge in his pants. You are exciting him. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is give me what I want.”

Jonathan kept looking. In this position I was exposing EVERYTHING to him! The Major told my son that I was a puta. He said this to him as he played with me between my legs. I could not help myself... I did not want to feel anything, but I was very wet between my legs. It was so humiliating! I began praying for God to spirit my son and I away from this place. I prayed for a miracle; some way out of this hell. I thought about giving in. I had done everything I could to hold out.

The Major said, “See your Mama’s pussy. Look at how wet your Mama’s pussy is! You can always tell a whore by her wet pussy. Can you smell her? Her pussy has a strong smell. Does it not?”

He examined my vagina thoroughly and then my anus. I felt terribly violated. His words were worse than the penetration. I hated him for doing this to me in front of my son. I was overwhelmed thinking about what this was doing to him. It would scar him for life! He pointed out my reactions. Especially how wet I had become. Then one of the men pulled my son’s pants down. I was shocked to see he was excited. He had an erection.... a full erection! I was sick inside....

I realize now that it was not Jonathan fault. He is young and he was getting such an eyeful. I was as exposed as if I was in the gynecologist’s office and up on the table with my feet in the stirrups. The Major put his fingers in me, one by one. He turned his hand so that his palm was up. He probed inside me. I had to pee so badly. He found a sensitive spot inside my vagina – on the front wall and kept rubbing that spot....harder and harder.

He was relentless and soon, despite every effort on my part to control myself, he made me have a very wet orgasm. Against my will, hips began rocking and rolling; I could not control myself. When I climaxed, I squirted a lot. I think I peed at the same time. I was so ashamed that Jonathan saw this. It splashed all over the table - I had squirted so much.

My horror was doubled when I realized that Jonathan had ejaculated without anyone touching him. He had a spontaneous orgasm probably as I was climaxing. He had spurted a lot and it was all over this pants and lap. He was whimpering with the gag in his mouth and when our eyes met, he looked away. He was as embarrassed as I was.

“See - your Mama behaves like a slut. This is what a whore smells like, boy,” the Major told my son as he shoved his wet fingers under his nose so he could smell my arousal!

I tried not to cry because I did not want to upset my son any more than he was. But I was overcome by shame. To have my son see me climax and know that he had done the same by being aroused by me was mental torture of the worst kind. I was so ashamed I wanted to die.

But it was not over. The other men took turns “examining” me. I kept my eyes closed and tried to will my body not to react. Not to shame myself anymore in front of my son. It was very difficult to get complete control of myself. They forced their fingers into my vagina and my rectum.

One man forced four fingers into me and then he formed a fist and got his whole hand in my vagina. My eyes flew open. It hurt going in, but he made it fit and God help me, when he twisted it around and thrust it in and out - he made me climax a second time. I had another very wet orgasm to shame me. I closed my eyes; I felt I was in disgrace. I knew my son would never see me the same way again!

The Major told my son, “Your Mama needs big things in her pussy, because she is a big whore.” Then he said, “See her shit hole,” as he spread my cheeks open wider, pointed to my anus and began touching me there. He worked his finger inside me and then he took it out. He held his finger under my nose to make me smell it and then said, “Mama needs something big in her shit hole. I’m going to take care of that.”

He showed me a big, thick rubber truncheon. The kind the police use to beat someone. He greased it up and then he forced it into my anus. It hurt so much when it stretched my sphincters. He pushed it in until he got it deep in my rectum. Jonathan I saw, much to my dismay, still had an erection. The baton inside me hurt do and soon I began panting. I began to feel cramps in my lower abdomen. The sensation quickly moved deeper. I felt like I had to have a bowel movement. My face probably told what was in my mind: resistance, disgust, shock and horror!

I was sweating so much; it was very slippery under my shoulders on the table. I was very ashamed as the cramps got worse. I began to sweat even more as I labored under the strain. I glanced over and saw the Major grinning at me. He was enjoying my predicament.

The men laughed and mocked me. My anus was spread open so wide by the thick baton and the awful tool filled me so horribly. The strain on my face made the men laugh at me. I felt their cruel taunts and mocking like arrows in my flesh.

It was hell. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I couldn’t think straight. With sweat pouring me, I felt my bowels begin to spasm because of the thick thing inside me. The pain and the horrible feeling of being thoroughly violated tore at my soul. With my legs and my cheeks spread, I was in the most shameful position.

The Major came over – smirking and taunted me, “you will talk to me soon.”

My son could see everything. I wanted to die. The psychological torment was unbelievable. I felt shame. I kept my eyes closed tight, totally mortified.

In the exposed position I was in, with the rubber baton so far up inside me, it was unendurable. I began to sob. I felt so helpless. My face was flaming; I was completely mortified. The Major smiled. After a short while, the baton was pulled out of my rectum. It felt like my guts were being pulled out too. Following this, I was untied. Hands grabbed me and pulled me up. The Major pushed me over to stand facing my son. He made me spread my legs open as wide as I could to display my womanly parts, which were still wet from my orgasms.

“Look at this whore, boy. Is she not a sight?”

He made him look! Having to stand there facing him was torture. I felt so humiliated and ashamed. So did he.

Major Meatball asked me again, “Are you are a Communist?”

I still could not admit ....what was not the truth.

He said, “I have taken it easy with you.”

He had one man hold me with my arms behind my back. Then he began to hurt me on my breasts. He squeezed them as hard as he could; and he had big, strong hands! He pinched and pulled on my nipples. Then he began giving me smacks across my nipples with his open hand. I cried out each time he slapped them. It hurt a lot. I was horrified when one of the men, at that point, began masturbating my son.

He grinned at me evilly and then took Jonathan’s erection in hand. He played with it teasingly. It had begun to drool from excitement again, and this man....this monster, spread it all over the head of his penis in a way that said, ‘your boy is very excited watching you being tortured and humiliated - and he’s about to ejaculate. Just watch’.

Then he began squeezing my boy’s penis and stroking him gently up and down. Jonathan began breathing heavier and was squirming around a little on the chair, but this man had control of him. He began stroking him a little faster.... and Jonathan began to hyperventilate....

“If you cum, boy, we will stop torturing your mother,” he said to my son.

Inside my head I was screaming, “no baby..........no!”

But it was no use. The man knew what he was doing, and my boy was no match for him. His young body was screaming for release again and this man was going to make him ejaculate as Jonathan watched the Major hurting my breasts.

I cried out to my son, “It is going to be OK, baby.”

I wished I believed it myself. To punish me for talking to my son, the Major smacked each of my nipples very hard, making me cry out. Afterwards, as I stared, the man began speeding up his masturbation and I watched as Jonathan began ejaculating. He strained against the handcuffs holding him; and he began to grunt and then, his penis just exploded. As his ejaculation went on, the man continued to milk his penis.

He, amazingly, stayed erect. Afterwards, I saw, in my boy’s eyes, how torn he was by how his body reacted. It is a picture frozen forever in my brain. I caught his eye. Then we both looked away. We were both ashamed. It was a sad moment. However, the Major had stopped what he was doing to me, as promised.

I was totally distraught. I was upset that he got excited looking at me. All this was real torture. This was as bad as the physical abuse. It was sexual humiliation. My shame grew with each violation. They were experts in mental torture.

The Major said to Jonathan, “if you cum again, we will stop what we are doing to her - understand?”

This upset him, I could tell. The mental pain for him was very great too. They had put him in a bad position. They had connected his sexual release to my torture.

“Let’s get her up on the table. I’m going to shock her now,” I heard the Major say.

I cringed in fear when I heard this. I had heard about electro torture and how they shocked a woman on her nipples and her sex. I had no time to prepare myself. They grabbed me, got on my back on the table again and tied me with my legs spread and my arms over my head. They got Jonathan facing me on my left. Next, the Major went to the cabinet and brought out a leather covered box, about the size of a make-up case.

He opened it and inside was phone headset in a cradle. It was a portable phone of some type. There were red and black knobs on the top and a hand crank on the front. He made sure we saw everything. My son and I saw the panic in each other’s eyes. But there was nothing either one of us could do. The feeling of helplessness for both of us was overpowering!

Tied, I felt extremely helpless. They wound a long strip of wet gauze around my right ankle and then wrapped a lot of copper tape over that. They clipped a wire to the tape and then connected it to the black knob on the phone. The Major told me this was “ground”. As he said this, he was smiling. I could see he was enjoying tormenting me mentally.

Next, he took a scrubbing pad out of the plastic bag it came in. It was the kind made from copper rings that you use to clean pots. He began squirting a gel all over it. He made sure it was soaked. He clipped a wire to it and connected it to the red knob.

“This is the positive electrode. Guess where it goes?”

I lay there stupidly....I didn’t even want to think where it could go....

I groaned when he spread my labia and then worked the pad inside my vagina. He got it in me deep behind my pubic bone, so that it was just in front of my cervix. I was sweating in fear now. The table was soaked and slippery with my sweat. Then the Major got two clips. There were coins soldered to the jaws. He squirted some of the cold gel on my nipples. He pinched them and clamped one onto each nipple. They compressed the nipple and hurt. He shoved a piece of rubber in my mouth - for me to bite on.

He said, “So you don’t bite your tongue off. Get ready. I’m going to make a ‘local call’”.

He explained that when he spun the handle slow...that was a ‘local call’. And when he spun it fast....that was a ‘long distance call’. He grabbed the handle. He grinned at me, savoring his control over me and then slowly turned the handle. I felt the current. It felt like an electric shock does. It was not that painful, but it made me squirm. It felt extremely unpleasant. Then he told me he was going to make a ‘long distance call’. He turned the handle faster, and as more current went into me.

The sensation went up my leg and thru my crotch. It was much more painful. So much so that I bit the rubber in my mouth hard and arched up off the table. My breasts wobbled and flew all over my chest. It hurt a lot! It felt like I had something tearing at me deep inside. He waited a moment, and then made another ‘long distance call’. Again, I was lifted from the table. When he made a third ‘long distance call’, I spit out the rubber and began screaming... The sounds coming from my mouth seemed like they were coming from another person.

He played with me. He asked me a question. Then when I didn’t answer right, he made a ‘local call’ to let me know what was coming. When I continued to resist him, he made the ‘long distance call’. After a while, I became so disoriented, that I really didn’t hear the questions. That’s when he disconnected the wire to my vagina and hooked up the wire to my nipples and began shocking me there.

A ‘local call’ hurt and made them swell. A ‘long distance call’ made me scream and scream! My breasts soon turned bright red. My nipples got bigger and darker in color. I collapsed on the table each time he stopped. My brown nipples swelled up and turned purple, almost black in color!

He reconnected the wire to my vagina again. It was unbelievable. My vagina and my belly were on fire. I had a picture in my mind that bees were swarming in my vagina - jabbing me with the stingers and injecting me with venom. The pain was so sharp that I lost my breath. In between shocks, he asked me more questions. When I did not give him the answers he wanted, he shocked me again and again. It made me feel like I had to pee too. It was excruciating.

I could hear myself howling and shrieking like an animal. I do not know how to describe it. I have to compare it to a sensation like a firecracker exploding. I began twitching from the current even when he stopped. When he cranked it fast, the feelings were indescribable! I screamed like a lunatic.

My vagina was wet and I was sweating so much it made the electricity spread even more I’m sure. I was forced into convulsions; my whole body went into spasms! It felt my guts were being squeezed inside. The shocks made my anal sphincters clench really hard and when he stopped, they relaxed. Over and over, clenching and relaxing. He used the machine to rape me.

I could feel wetness; I think I pissed myself. He questioned me over and over again. When I did not respond, he shocked me repeatedly. The feelings and the tension in my pelvis become completely intolerable. My whole body went rigid and my body was bent into a bow. I was making all kinds of noises.

I screamed until I was hoarse. I thought I was going to go out of my mind. I had never felt anything like it in my life. Then he stopped. In the background, I could hear the men laughing and joking. Then he hooked up the wire connected to my breasts to shock me in both places at once....to give me a total body shocking.

Every time I did not answer his question, he made a ‘call’ and I arched up like I was trying to touch the ceiling with my hips. I jerked, twitched and heaved up and down. My whole body flushed a deep red, not just my breasts. My hips humped up and down, my buttocks smacked the table and made a wet, hard sound each time. I begged like a child, after each shock, for him to stop and soon began babbling like an idiot...

“Please! Please! Please! Do not hurt me anymore,” I begged him.

I looked over and the man had taken Jonathan’s penis in hand again and was masturbating him as I was tortured. There was nothing he could do. I could see his penis was drooling. I was revolted by this. I closed my eyes so I would not have to see it.

But I could hear him teasing my boy and my son trying to resist, but becoming more and more excited. The man played with his penis until he made him ejaculate again. I found myself watching semen spurting from my son’s penis, like a fountain, to land all over his thighs and lap.

This just devastated me. I realized I was risking Jonathan’s mental health. They had made him ejaculate watching a woman, his own mother, being tortured with electric shocks. I was devastated. But the thought of yielding was just as hideous. I was paralyzed. I am not a violent person and I hate violence, but at that moment I wanted to kill all of them for what they were doing to me and my son.

The Major stopped shocking me when Jonathan ejaculated, as promised. The ordeal left me a mess. My nose ran. Tears wet my cheeks and I had drooled a lot. I had clenched the muscles in my buttocks so hard they were sore. My back ached. I was exhausted. Someone undid the ropes holding me...

I was untied, but I do not know how long I lay there. Eventually, they got me up. That’s when I lost control of my bladder. I grabbed my stomach and began to urinate uncontrollably. I pissed and pissed - it splashed all over the floor. After that, I felt cramps - like I was going to have a bowel movement. The pressure became stronger and then there was nothing I could do to hold it in. I found myself squatting down, with my hands on my knees and defecating.

My feces landed on the cement floor. Each one a humiliation. This was so gross - a terrible thing. The shocks disturbed my system and this was just one of the effects. I could not imagine what else they could do to me. I could not feel any more shame or humiliation. I knew that if the Major tortured me again, I could not take it.

They pushed me into a chair. I sat there like a dead person. I felt I had no life left in me. They untied Jonathan and Major Meatball and his henchmen left – taking my son with them and leaving me alone. A few minutes later the man who returned my purse came in. He had a paper in his hand.

He said, “If you sign this, Maricel, I will make sure the berdugo does not come back.”

I could not take anymore, so I signed. My son and I may never heal; not completely. And for that I can never forgive them. The experience has scarred both of us for life. Now we are trying to deal with the damage. What happened to us could happen to anyone in the Philippines.”