I’m entitled to my opinion that they required that to make themselves feel slightly better about treating her that way. Muna was a music teacher before she was arrested in 2012 for participating in protests against President Bashar Assad in Deir ez-Zor. She was released, then rearrested and taken to the infamous Military Intelligence Branch 215 facility in Damascus — inmates call it "hell branch" because torture is a daily occurrence. At school the following Monday, Ashley met up with her friends, Emily and Katie. She had casually told them about her experience seeing a naked slave at the mall after it had happened and, after much giggling, it became apparent that none of them knew much about it nor did they seem all that interested in talking about slavery very much so she let the subject drop. That’s cause it’d gotten to a situation where it happened so often it’s considered a norm. Don’t call it a bad society. It’s just the norm. When you go out, bring your taser along. In Malaysia, you carry your pepperspray.

Women with their tops torn off and swastikas scrawled with tar on their faces are paraded through the streets of Paris. Many other women were dragged through the streets naked. You mean she has to go everywhere NAKED and do whatever that man tells her to do or go wherever he takes her . . . ALL the time . . . like, FOREVER?” OMG! That was . . . indescribable. I’ve never felt anything like that in my whole life. I mean, like, EVER!”A group of Frenchwomen, who had been accused of collaborating with the Germans, stripped down to their underwear, some with heads shaved, as part of their public humiliation. A French woman collaborator and her baby, whose father is German, tries to return to her home followed by a throng of taunting townspeople after having her head shaven following the capture of Chartres by the Allies, August 1944. It appears that she is passing some women who suffered a similar fate. Photo by Robert Capa.

Though everyone pretty much liked her and she was considered quite pretty, beautiful in fact, Ashley just didn’t seem to have the social skills to make it to the A-list among her peers. Not so with Emily and Katie. Though they shared a lot of classes with Ashley and considered her among their friends, they mostly ran with a different crowd – the in-crowd - and attended all the best parties and hung out with all the best people. It was a small town, after all, so Ashley didn’t really care. As mentioned, she just went along with the flow of things and was generally content with the way things were. Faster than she had even done before, she was showered, her hair fixed and even a small touch of subtle perfume was dabbed here and there at Emily’s suggestion. But try as she might, Ashley couldn’t get Veronica to open up about the details of the party. Every time she asked about something specific that interested her, Veronica would only say, “You’ll see at the party. I want everything to be a surprise. I can’t risk things getting out before hand.” That made sense, Ashley supposed, but not knowing was maddening. It was too bad that she had been passed up in the patience line prior to birth. In matters that excited, Ashley had no patience at all. Never did.

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I’m not campaigning on her behalf. It’s you who assumed that. And I’m assuming from that statement you hope that your life is full of hardships. Or have people make your life miserable. Others, unlike you, try to avoid that as much as possible. Challenges that they take upon themselves are not hardships. Hardships are unpleasant experiences thrown at them against their own volition. After about an hour and a half of listening to music, eating, drinking and generally having a great time, their merriment was interrupted by Veronica’s voice over the loudspeaker getting everyone’s attention. “Could everyone quiet down and head towards the little stage please. That’s it. Just move your lawn chairs in rows facing me.” No. I don’t know anything about it and besides, I doubt that I will be invited anyway,” Ashley retorted snidely.

When she started crying… they smashed her face with cakes and poured milk over her head. Quite a few times, her PE shorts was exposed in the struggle as her skirt was tugged upwards. Two women, partially stripped, their heads shaved and with swastikas painted on their faces, are marched barefoot down the streets of Paris, to shame and humiliate them for collaborating with the Germans during the Second World War. August 27, 1944. After all these, they walked away, leaving the wet and dirty victim begging for mercy with her hands tied to the poles, seated in an awkward position. To make things worse, the entire process is recorded down and the video is even uploaded onto youtube. If the victim was my sister or girlfriend, I will report the whole incident to the police as a molestation case. This is seriously demeaning. I mean… I can understand wanting to sabo your friend on her birthday, but obviously, the line of decency has be crossed here. Did the perpetrators even stop for a moment to think how they themselves would feel if they were in the victim’s shoes? To get tied up in public; risking upskirt exposure; have food and milk smashed all over you; worse of all – have the entire humiliating video uploaded online for the world to see.That’s good, Ashley. Keep it up. Appraisers and buyers love the look of fear on a new slave. You’ll get a higher score! Veronica explained, all the while giggling her head off.” So perhaps, she wouldn’t, and shouldn’t, one plus month later, be putting up group photos of her and her classmates in her blog, right before the break for the A levels. Perhaps she would go into emotional trauma, and keep writing on her blog that she wants to kill herself, because she felt violated, instead of bitching about the A levels. Ashley’s face turned bright red as her face got hot from blushing. “Oh my gosh! I hadn’t realized! They all SAW that?! Get me out of here, please, Veronica. I’ve had enough. I’ll never be able to live this down. Help me, please. I’m begging you.” I don’t know. I think we’d have to consult the ragging book of engagement section 15.3 and the official ragging adjudicator. Personally, it’s more fun to rag on women than men, and it’s also more fun to rag on victims who provide conducive reactions, such as cursing, swearing revenge and quoting random lines from movies such as Monty Python, Airplane, Naked Gun and a plethora of other comedies. I was there on my knees and lapped up the piss water like a dog. This was indescribably humiliating.