Time passed in Seclusion without measure by the prisoners as they waited for either food, death or release. Their minds became adrift in damp, torrid cells that never cooled in the equatorial heat of the tropical climate. Their non-existence was punctuated only by the occasional lunatic ravings of a prisoner who broke under the strain and began screaming into the silent darkness of his cell. In a few minutes, the entire cell block would listen to the agonized screams of the prisoner as he was brutalized back into terrorized silence by a maiming beating with the nightsticks of the sadistic guards.

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