C135 Old Man 1

The louder I shouted, the more the officer seemed to enjoy it, and as he tugged at the cloth on my chest he cried out, "Cry, cry, the louder you scream the happier I am, and I like little horses."

"My body was grabbed tightly by them, and I was unable to struggle no matter how hard I struggled." With a "ca" sound, I could only hear the sound of cloth being torn apart