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nerdpoe · 3 months

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Superboy wakes up in a prison. In the cell, sitting across from him, there's a teen that looks like another offshoot clone of Clark.

He learns in bits and pieces that he's been captures by a shadow government organization hellbent on ridding the world of anyone "ecto-contaminated", or anyone who has ever been dead.

Since he'd died before, even though he came back, he set off their sensors.

He doesn't remember how he got caught, doesn't remember what he was doing prior, but the walls are made of a weird material that glows green and cancels out his powers. It also doesn't hurt him.

Diluted kryptonite? He'll have to steal some and give it to Tim.

According to the kid, they've been forcibly detained to "serve their sentence for illegal immigration from the Realm of the Dead to the Realm of the Living" by way of routinely allowing themselves to be subjected to medical procedures. They are always being watched, they aren't the only ones captive, that apparently his entire high school had been condemned to it as well as some literal ghosts, and if he struggles then they won't give him the mercy of sedation while they do their experiments.

And Kon can't use his power to escape, or free this kid, or free any of the other prisoners. It's the worst case scenario.

Thank fuck he's best friends with a paranoid Bat that might have more contingencies than the Big Bat Himself.

Kon activates the only subdermal tracker he'd allowed Tim to place under his skin, and settles down to wait.

A prison of this design, but more high tech and with less privacy. Apparently the idea behind it was that you couldn't see the guards, but they could see you, and the lights would move at random to make you think they were paying attention all the time.

So psychological torture on top of imprisonment.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #pow tw #prisoner tw #prison tw #trapped tw #torture tw #medical malpractice tw #psychological distress tw #psychological torture tw #imprisonment tw #Young Justice making a teamup to break their friend out #and also the HUNDREDS OF OTHER PRISONERS WHAT THE FUCK #you can bet ur butt the Justice League will be hearing out this violation of meta and human rights #ecto shielding has the same power dampening effect as kryptonite but none of the pain

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starsallalight · 6 months

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@amantesmultorum : Kit & Marcel

Seeing the door open, the despondent young king lifted his head before slowly getting to his feet. The physician had assured them all that Rosamund would be fine, that the shock had just overwhelmed her. And while hearing that offered some brief level of comfort, Kit knew that things were far from easy.

"M-Marcel..." He stammered thickly when his old friend immerged from the room.

This was still so surreal. In truth, he thought that they'd have more time to tell everyone and prepare. But he'd barely read the letter from France telling him that Marcel had survived the war, and barely escaped his captors and made his way to the safety of their allies just beyond the sea to recover. It had said he'd be safe there until he was well enough to travel, then they'd bring him back. But he was here now...

Sharp, stinging tears bit at his eyes and ran down his cheeks. How could he ever apologize for this? How could he ever make this right? There was no way...

"I... I didn't know. We all thought... One of the men told us... I'm so, so sorry. If I had known that you were... I never would have left you..."

#➳ 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠 & 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 ➳ ; 𝑘𝑖𝑡 ; ❨tales❩#V; Rule Peaceably & Justly #Marcel #amantesmultorum #War Tw #War Trigger Warning #Pow Tw #Pow Trigger Warning #Injury Cw #Torture Cw

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neechees · 10 months

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common windmill butterfly?

[image description: semi realistic digital drawing of a pale person with black hair in fancy shawl regalia, standing with a light smile. Their shawl is pink satin with two black ribbons sewn all along at the bottom of the hem, and white fringes. A white laminated paper titled "Red Thunderbird Pow wow" and the number "858" printed in the center of it is pinned to the shawl. The dancer's hair is wrapped in pink hair wraps and tied at the ends with pink shell, and black ferret fur dangling at the end of it. Their underdress is also pink satin, and their waist is covered with a black leather mirror belt, and the front half of the vest sits in front of their chest. The vest, moccasins, choker, and leggings have a design mimics the pattern of the butterfly wings. They wear a black eagle feather behind their head. end description.]

(send me a butterfly or moth species and I'll draw a fancy shawl dancer inspired by it)

#insects #insect tw #fancy shawl #pow wow #dance #bugs tw #butterfly #butterflies #justin's art #ndn #native american

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powpowchaos · 1 year

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Take your kid to work day! [ CW: Blood ]

#PowPowChoas #sonadow fankid #sonadow #cw bl00d #tw bl0od #i keep changing their babys name UH #pows sketch book

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terrence-silver · 22 days

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Imagining high school sweetheart!beloved and Terry getting married before he gets shipped off to war and Beloved always sending letters to Terry while he’s away

Bonus: Terry comes back home after the war and finds Beloved’s unsent letters to him that were written when he was M.I.A. and sees how worried she was about him

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I feel nobody would believe Twig is married because he's, well...Twig!

He's so young! So shy! So wide eyed! Scrawny! The idea of Privates infinitely more experienced and worldly than him only just being in the stage of sharing correspondence back home with their respective sweethearts and go-steady girlfriends while this kid here is already legally married is straight out of the Twilight Zone for most of his fellow soldiers who immediately wrote him off as a sore loser, perhaps with the rare exception of John Kreese who stands up for him and defends him when he's teased and called a liar who just about invented a full-blown Missus for himself to seem cool and less of a wimp in the eyes of everyone else, the letters he receives from beloved deemed fabricated one way or another even though they're actually entirely legitimate, the parcels bearing the seal of the military mail, arriving the same as everyone else's packages do.

''Did your momma write those?''

Someone might cruelly jest right before Kreese gives them a look, telling them to step off.

Gets slightly worse during POW captivity. All the members of Twig's platoon are in the same mess but it doesn't prevent in-fighting and the day-to-day cruelty and microaggressions from continuing even inside of a cage when validly, once communications are entirely cut off and they're trapped deep in enemy territory, there is no way for beloved's letters or anyone's as for that matter to come in and circulate, and the soldiers and even Twig's own Commanding Officer Turner never let him forget that like he's somehow to blame (And in their mind's eye, he is. They feel he's got them all captured through his negligence and incompetence. There will be payback for that. If the Vietcong don't do him in, his own will. For all Turner cares, Terry Silver got them here and pray to God, in the following weeks, he'll make this kid's life so difficult in this cage he'll wish the Vietcong ended him day one, bullet to the brain, same as Ponytail and what better way to utilize psychological warfare than to use the boy's own spouse against him the way he later tries with John and Betsy), finding it an apt pastime to pester one of their own even when facing death, torture and execution from the Vietcong that captured them. It's easier in a weird and very sick sense; poking and prodding at the weakest link in the hierarchy of things to better endure the gravity of the situation and just forget for a while.

You do some pretty awful things under duress.

''Guess the love letters stopped now, eh, Twig?'' Turner mocks.

''Momma back home ran out of ink?''

The older man laughs into his own chin as Twig scoots further back against the bamboo bars of their shared jail, missing beloved so badly he can feel the ache of it in his bones, loathing the fact he has no control of anything going on and John Kreese, witnessing the sight and having stood up for his friend countless times vows that one of these days, he's gonna give their Commanding Officer a piece of his mind even if he ends up court martialed for it after they're released seeing as how John can vouch that if the other soldiers are boneheads Captain Turner has enough intel on his own men to know for a fact Twig never lied and that he is in fact married back home. That beloved's real the same way his Betsy is real. Man has no excuse for the hell he's putting Twig through just because he can. John gets his chance to retaliate for the abuse a few weeks later once the Vietcong force them to fight over an open pit of snakes.

As for Twig?

Once they're rescued from the POW camp, he is finally reunited with the stack of letters beloved's been sending him back at base and it's like being reunited with a missing limb. When he gets home, beloved gives him a package of unsent mail just around the time he was captured and gone missing. Everything he's been made fun of entirely real and genuine; not one word of it a lie or made up. Everything right there, in black and white, written down with beloved's own pen. Every bit of concern. Fear. Care. Of course, it only serves to turn him a little more...well...Terry Silver as we know him. No point in being truthful if he won't be believed anyway, even when he is. Might as well fabricated. Might as well manipulate. Everyone who ever laughed at him died. And he's here. He survived. He is loved. He's won. And he'll keep winning and winning.

He hugs the stack of letters and beloved close to his chest with a vice grip.

The first seeds of something very dark have long been sown.

#high school sweetheart!beloved #terry silver #terry silver twig #twig terry silver #tw; vietnam #tw; soldiers #tw; military life #letters #tw; pow captivity #tw; vietnam war #john kreese #captain george turner #captain turner #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #fluff #dark fluff #angst #ponytail

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fulcrumwrites · 2 months

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Speaking is a Privilege

Summary: A prince is taken captive by a rival kingdom. The enemy king attempts to make the prisoner of war his slave, but the prince refuses to break. Luckily, he has an arsenal of tools at his disposal. The prince will soon learn his place.

CW: Medieval torture, scold’s bridle, POW, dehumanization, slavery, humiliation, brief sexist idealism from the villain

He’s a pompous brat, seethed Cor as he glared up at his enemy.

He didn’t choose to be on his knees before that ridiculous throne on a raised pedestal and that pathetic excuse of a king draped upon it. The man didn’t even sit upright and regal, deserving of his title and honor. Instead, his knees dangled over the arm, swinging in the air, with his back braced against the other arm. A goblet of wine swirled in one hand while the other picked from a gold plate of treats; the very image of aloof laziness. It was a mockery to monarchy… Ha, mockery monarchy. Okay, his brain had definitely rotted in that cell.

He didn’t choose to be kneeling before the throne, filthy and weak in chains compared to the exaggerated wealth surrounding them. No, he’d much rather be relaxing in the cold, wet dungeon, which was what he was doing before he was so rudely dragged from his cell before the brat and had his knees kicked out beneath him.

And now he had to entertain his captor’s outlandish fantasies. It’s as if he had some delusion that just because Cor was his prisoner of war, he could make him do whatever he wanted. Good thing Cor was here to set him straight.

“No.”

King Darius leaned forward, cupping a hand around his ear. “Please speak up. I can’t hear you all the way down there.”

Cor licked his chapped lips, scowling. “I said no.”

King Darius balked and placed an offended hand on his chest, like they didn’t play this game a thousand times before. “I beg your pardon. Did you just tell your king no?”

“You heard me. And you’re not my king.”

“So long as you reside in my lands I am.”

Cor rolled his eyes. ‘Reside’, he says. As if he wasn’t a prisoner and could leave anytime he wished.

King Darius dropped his legs and sat up properly. Finally. He brushed the crumbs from his lavish clothes made from the finest textiles and with bright colors that clashed so badly it made Cor’s eyes ache.

He stood and marched down the steps, looking exactly like a proud peacock. He stopped so that Cor was at his feet, peering down at him over his squashed nose. Though Cor could not stand without the guards knocking him down again, he refused to be meek and returned his gaze with his own steely glare.

King Darius threw back his head and laughed. Anger boiled in Cor’s gut as he willed himself not to tackle his enemy. They danced to this song too. Many. Times. Darius would make some ridiculous demand, Cor would be defiant and, instead of lashing out in anger, Darius would laugh in his face and force him to do it anyway. It was exhausting to be so stubborn and yet so powerless. A captive prince was nothing more than a slave in the hands of his enemy.

Still chuckling, Darius fisted Cor’s dark hair at the roots and dragged him to his feet. The manacles around his wrists clinked as Cor instinctively clawed at the hand pulling his hair. A guard stepped forward, but was halted by Darius’ dismissive wave.

“You may be weary of this game, Cor, but I’m not.” The king’s breath was hot on his skin. He jerked him by his hair once, twice. Unbidden tears pooled in his eyes. Cor furiously blinked them away. “In fact, I find your obstinance amusing. No slave would dare treat his master this way, and yet you continue to do so even though you know I hold all the cards. It’s truly a marvel you can keep this up for as long as you have.”

Cor gritted his teeth. “I’m not your slave.”

Darius released his hair and gently patted the spot as if he were a child or a dog. “Believe it however long you’d like, Cor. It has no effect on reality.”

Darius walked off to the left. Cor watched him with suspicion. He stayed standing under his own power, the granite tiles cold beneath his bare feet. Darius approached a silent servant carrying a wooden box. His neutral expression betrayed nothing to Cor.

“You know how this ends, Cor,” the king continued as he opened the lid. “You defy me, and I get what I want anyway because I am king and you are my prisoner.”

He carefully lifted the contents out. It was a twisted shape made entirely out of metal, like a birdcage only the bottom was missing. A short chain dangled from it. Darius turned it in his hands, nodding approvingly.

“As we speak, the palace is scrambling to finish preparing for the feast I demanded. We all have a role to play, and yours is to be at my side: a symbol of my coming victory over your kingdom. I originally planned for you to be chained to my throne merely by your cuffs so you could sit or stand as you please. Now I realize I can’t have you ruining the pleasure of my guests.”

Cor swallowed, throat suddenly dry by more than just a lack of water. “What the hell is that?”

Darius tore his eyes away from the contraption, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise. “What, your country doesn’t use scold’s bridles? How very primitive. What do you do when women nag?” Darius shook his head. “It’s a device that locks over one’s head. This piece of metal right here slides inside the mouth, effectively silencing the wearer. This little chain is a handy thing to pull the wearer along or attach them to a wall for all to ogle. Makes a woman think twice about running her mouth.”

Darius laughed again. Cor didn’t see the humor in it. In his father’s kingdom, women were always treated with respect and dignity. Such a punishment was unheard of. As if his hatred for Darius and his kingdom couldn’t run deeper…

Cor was trembling with anger as the king approached him. If he could think through the white hot rage, he would’ve realized the danger. As two guards grabbed his arms, Cor realized what was happening.

“Wait. What are you–?” Darius raised the scold’s bridle over his head dramatically as if crowning him. Cor’s eyes followed it and he began to thrash against the guards’ grips. “Get that thing away from me. You’re crazy, Darius. Don’t you dare.”

His words did nothing as the metal cage slotted over his head. Yet it was the only defense Cor had, and he’ll use it till his last breath.

“You sick, pathetic excuse for a king! You’re a pompous, spoiled brat unfit to rule! We’ll win the war, and it’ll be you at our mer–”

“That’s quite enough now.”

The thick stub of metal was shoved between his lips and held down his tongue as Darius pushed together the sides. It tasted of rust. There was a click by his ear, followed by tugging as the king checked the strength of the padlock. A finger tilted his chin up to look Darius straight into his blue murky green eyes.

“Speaking is a privilege. By all means, be defiant. You know deep down your privileges are mine to give and take away.”

Heat crawled up Cor’s cheeks as he was forced to stand there silent, looking through metal bars as Darius examined him like an exotic animal in its enclosure.

The king nodded and smiled. “Yes, I think this will do.” He tugged the chain as if urging a dog to follow. “Come along, Cor. Let’s get you set up.”

The boy had no choice but to let himself be led by a leash up the stairs to the throne. A forceful yank on the chain threw him onto his knees as Darius attached it to the base of his throne.

“A shame you don’t understand the workings of a scold’s bridle,” Darius remarked as he fiddled with the chain. “Men in my kingdom consider this one of the upmost embarrassments should the bridle be used on them.”

Once he was done, Darius gripped the device, twisting it so Cor was forced to look up at him.

“My guests will be arriving in one hour. Your only task of the night is to be my trophy, a symbol of my power and victory. I would tell you to behave, but we both know you don’t have it in you. That’s why this–” he shook the bridle, causing Cor’s mouth and jaw to ache–“does all the work for you.”

With a triumphant smile, he released the bridle and turned his back, leaving Cor tethered to his throne. “Don’t go anywhere!” he couldn’t resist calling over his shoulder as he and his guards and servants swept out of the throne room.

Left unguarded, of course Cor couldn’t let the opportunity pass up. He raised his chained hands to his face and pulled at the metal encasing his head. It refused to budge. He wound his hands in the chain and pulled with what strength he had as if uprooting a stubborn weed. After a few minutes of struggling, Cor sagged against his heels, muscles burning, hands red, face sore.

Instead of despair or fear as others may feel in his situation, hate burned through every emotion like a purifying blaze. He hated Darius. He hated the guest who would come in and ogle. He hated this kingdom.

He hated losing.

Darius was right. No matter how hard Cor fought, his enemy would win. He was the puppet-master holding his strings. The one who held every card in the palm of his hand. The one who could strip a prince of all his honor.

The one who always wins.

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7a-updates · 3 months

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Youngjae moving Jihoon towards Yorch. Jihoon must have been so excited to meet Yorch again after so long😭😭😭

©️ powparty on TikTok

#traineea #trainee a #yorch #yorch yongsin #jihoon #Han jihoon #pow #pow grid entertainment #tws pledis #twenty four seven with us #Kpop bg #kpop boy group

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idontknowreallywhy · 2 months

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WIP it’s probably Wednesday somewhere…

Scott did not like it here.

Wherever here was.

Sometimes he thought maybe he was still a prisoner. Maybe they’d just switched up the torture methods, started talking English to confuse him. Ever since he’d woken, terrified and gagging on the tube down his throat, he’d been in pain and the pain kept changing so he couldn’t get used to it. He was cold. Constantly cold but they kept sponging him with even colder water and nobody would explain why. His bones hurt. His eyes hurt. His everything just… hurt.

And he couldn’t sleep.

Even when his limbs and eyelids were weighed down by something they’d given him, he was conscious. Just waiting for the next thing.

The dogs still lurked, sometimes at the foot of his bed, sometimes prowling the hall but never far. He could hear them even when he couldn’t see them.

There were two things he held on to: Dad’s voice and Virgil’s eyes. Those two things hadn’t been there in that other place. And they were here. So here was not there. He wasn’t there.

He wasn’t there. That had to be good.

But why was here no better?

Had they caught Virgil too?

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #pow!scott #tw: hospital #tw: pow #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #wip whenever

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yawnzzznnn · 4 months

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★ Kpop Boys 2 ★ pt.1 ★ pt.3 ★

★Riize★ ★EVNNE★

★TWS★ ★Zb1★

★Tbz★ ★p1harmony★

★Pow★ ★SuperKind★

★Nomad★ ★TEMPEST★

#riize #evnne #pow #zb1 #tbz #the Boyz #zerobaseone #tws #kpop mls #p1h x reader #p1harmony #superkind #superkind x reader #nomad x reader #nomad #tempest x reader #tempest one shots #tempest scenarios #tempest

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raceweek · 2 years

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nicole what do you mean the only concert george russell has ever been to was black eyed peas with niki lauda wtf

FKFJFFKFJFKD okay so george said here that he has never been to a live gig which alright. except that isn’t true bc….

so the only concert hes ever been to was black eyed peas and nicole scherzinger with niki lauda

#he really said rip niki i knew you loved boom boom pow with that passing away post:/#me and kira have discussed this at length it’s so fucking FKDJDFJDKD #asks #anon #tw death mention #george russell

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jinkis-bouquet · 3 months

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LOOKING FOR NEW BLOGS TO FOLLOW 💖

Hey 👏🏾 I’m a new blog on here. I really want to follow people and create a community. So if you happen to see this and reblog I would love to follow 😊

Kpop:

SHINee, 2nd/3rd gen kpop artists, enhypen, boynextdoor, p1harmony, all(h)ours, pow, tws, nmixx, kiss of life, mirae, and csr and really any kpop group!

#enhypen #kpop #p1harmony #shinee #csr #mirae #tws #boynextdoor #kiss of life #pow kpop #pow #tws kpop #nmixx #csr kpop #kpop gg #kpop bg #kpop blog #all(h)ours #2nd gen kpop #3rd gen kpop

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ohsalome · 1 year

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"They put a lighted match into the anus": neurosurgeon released from captivity about torture and attitude of Russians to prisoners of war

34-year-old neurosurgeon Dmytro Kubriak saved the lives of the wounded in the bunker of the Ilyich Iron and Steel Works in Mariupol. In April 2022, he was taken prisoner by Russia, where he spent five and a half months in the notorious colony in Olenivka. There he witnessed horrific torture by the Russian military and a terrorist attack that killed 53 prisoners.

Dmytro Kubryak was part of a group of medics who volunteered to get to the besieged Mariupol by helicopter to reinforce hospital units. Thus, in the morning of March 31 he got to Mariupol. He was assigned to the Ilyich Combine, where a part of the Mariupol hospital worked and the 36th Marine Brigade was based

He said that on April 12 he received an order to go up to the surface from the bunker together with the wounded and surrender. First, the prisoners spent four days in a filtration camp in Sartana near Mariupol. On April 16, they were taken to the colony in Olenivka. According to Dmytro's estimates, 1600-1700 Ukrainian prisoners of war were taken from Ilyich Iron and Steel Works to Olenivka. Medics and wounded were placed in a separate prison barracks, where there were about 200 people.

"At first we slept on the concrete floor, then on some mattresses. They fed us like the others, that is to say, barely anything… They brought us into the room, sat us at the table, gave us hot porridge and three minutes to eat. Of course, it is impossible to eat hot food during this time. Therefore, everyone was half-starved, and a significant part of the prisoners lost a lot of weight," said Dmytro Kubryak.

According to him, Russians interrogated captured tankers, snipers, scouts, artillerymen with "particular passion". They tried to get any valuable information from them and to obtain confessions in the murder of civilians.

"These guys were tortured to force them to sign absurd charges. I was involved in providing assistance to these prisoners of war, I saw the consequences of torture… They were severely beaten, tortured with electric current. For example, one soldier had a lighted match inserted into his anus. The guy had burns of the crotch, scrotum", - Dmytro Kubryak recalls.

He also recalled the case when a seriously wounded soldier who survived an air strike in a bunker was beaten to death by guards of the colony in Olenivka.

Explosion in Olenivka

According to Dmytro Kubryak, ten days before the tragedy, the repair of the barracks, in which no one lived, began. Then 200 prisoners of war, mostly from "Azov", were selected and moved to this repaired barracks on July 28. On the night of July 29, there was an explosion.

"Our building was three hundred meters away, but we clearly heard loud terrible screams. I've never heard such sounds before or after… The heartbreaking screams of agonizing people were heard all over the colony… It's indescribable! The explosion occurred at about 23:30, and only after 30-40 minutes we, Ukrainian medics, were involved to provide assistance. We ran to the scene of the tragedy - what we saw was shocking. Fifty people died at once - burned alive. The rest crawled out of the barracks as best they could… A huge number of wounded! They were writhing in pain and screaming: "Help!". And in this chaos, in the darkness, we had to decide: who to help in the first place, who not to help, who can wait," the military doctor said.

For almost six hours Ukrainian prisoners of war, who received deep burns, shrapnel wounds, traumatic amputations of limbs, damage to internal organs, just lay on the ground. During this time, five people died. The first KamAZ truck with the wounded left Olenivka at five in the morning - eighty people were taken to the hospital in Donetsk. About thirty more prisoners of war were slightly wounded, so they were left in Olenivka.

Dmytro Kubryak was in captivity for five and a half months. His group was taken from the colony in Olenivka on September 20. On September 22, he returned to Ukraine as part of the prisoner exchange.

#ukraine #russia #war in ukraine #russian invasion in ukraine #pows #prisoners of war #torture tw #war crimes #russian war crimes #russian culture #war

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