When it was getting dark that day, the guards suddenly ordered Xia to take me to the yard. There, a guard announced to me in a cold tone: Your time of forced labor had been prolonged till August 23, 2003.
That was three whole years.
When I asked about the legal grounds for the prolonging, the guard couldn’t answer.
I refused to sign the document she read out.
That night, two more watching-inmates were sent to the cell to watch me closely. Throughout the night, they stayed up staring at me nervously, panicking even as I turned over, and the guards frequently checked on me from the cell window.
The fuss seemed like they were fearful lest I break prison.