The second trial was cactus torture. The woman's body would be pierced with sharp cactus spines until she was covered in them. She had to remove the thorns herself, except for the ones on her back, which remained, causing constant pain. It was both a physical and psychological torment.
The third trial was the cycle.
For ten days, the men of the tribe were free to enter and leave the woman’s room at any time, day or night. A doctor would examine her daily until she became pregnant.
"No, please… I beg you!" I knelt on the ground, bowing over and over, pleading desperately.
"Begging now? It’s too late!" Freddie sneered, gripping my chin tightly as he shined a powerful flashlight directly into my eyes.
The blinding light burned my vision, forcing my eyes shut as tears streamed down my face.
"I want to see your young leader! Let me see Albie!" I sobbed, clinging to my last hope.
"You really don’t give up, do you?" he scoffed. "Fine, our young leader will be back tomorrow. By then, you’ll get your wish. But the real question is… will you even survive the Three Trials until then?"
Before I could react, rough hands grabbed me and in the next second, I was thrown straight into the itch water pool.
I never expected them to start the Three Trials so quickly.
The water in the pool was a murky green. Within just three seconds of being submerged, an unbearable itch spread across my skin.
At first, it was just my hands. I scratched lightly and the skin immediately turned red.
Then, my arms started itching. When I rolled up my sleeves, I saw a patch of angry red rashes spreading across my skin.
Before long, the rash had taken over my entire body, especially my face. The itching was so intense that I could barely keep my eyes open. My face swelled up like a bloated pig’s, unbearably itchy and painful.
"Hahaha! Look at her! Doesn’t she look just like a mother monkey?"
Loud laughter erupted around me.
Desperate for relief, I writhed against the ground, trying to ease the itching. My nails tore into my skin, leaving deep scratches and streaks of blood across my face.
But none of that mattered anymore. My body was unbearably itchy.
After three hours of relentless scratching, the red rashes finally began to fade, but I was completely unrecognizable. Clumps of my hair had been torn out, leaving a bald patch on my scalp.