In the car, they called me rude words. One of the officers kept hitting my breasts with a baton and shouting obscenities. He pressed his baton so hard and repeatedly on my chest that for several days I felt like my chest was pierced. My hands and eyes were closed, I could only hear the voices and I did not know who was hitting my body and who was cursing. The same routine continued in the detention center, this experience was shared by several of us who were in the same room. They were touching our bodies and trying to make us feel ashamed. Everyone who was taken for questioning was blindfolded and returned. The interrogators wanted you to confirm what they said, otherwise they would abuse us with obscene words, press hard or hit parts of our body with baton or stun gun. In the interrogation room, a man was sitting behind me and kept talking. He wanted to convey to me that I made a mistake by coming to the street and now that no one knows where I am, whether I am alive or dead, it is better to cooperate with them, otherwise it will be my fault if anything happens to me. He said that he will send you to a place that you wish for these days.

I was detained for one month and four days and they did not allow me to contact my family for three weeks. I was threatened with rape many times. They physically and verbally sexually assaulted my body many times. As soon as I was released, I didn't want to think about those days for even a second, but those moments keep coming back. Sometimes when the memory of those moments comes to my mind, I want to talk to someone. I can't tell my family, they don't know anything about this, I'm afraid to say anything. But I told you its description because I thought that maybe as I describe it, my fear of what I saw and experienced will break. People should also hear what is happening there. A week has passed since my temporary release, I don't know if I can forget or solve those words and actions...