I realised, somehow, through the screaming of my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them. 不知为何，就在我内心发出呐喊之际，我意识到，即使镣铐加身，一身血污，孤立无助，我仍然是自由之身，我可以选择要痛恨折磨我的人，还是原谅他们。