Looking at her own unfamiliar hands, four words popped into her mind:,She lowered her head to look at the source of the tugging sensation in her waist—a very thick hemp rope. It was this rope that held her body, like a grasshopper tied to others, together with other women with unkempt hair and varied ages.,Under the scorching sun, they marched. Several prisoners fainted along the way. Only when the sky was painted with the hues of sunset were they allowed to rest for the night.。