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... in the air; there was another ferocious whistling sound, then SNAP, as the cane exploded across my arse.

There was another second or so of numbness before a white-hot searing pain spread across my buttocks and seemed to envelop my whole body. I know I yelled out loud with an animal sound. I wasn't capable of articulating anything and I tugged against the restraints, but of course, to no avail.

About every thirty or forty seconds, I received another blow. The pain built up, and I was conscious of nothing else. I hardly felt the individual cane strokes. I was aware of an all-consuming pain that was beyond description. After about thirty strokes, I must have fainted.

I came to still secured over the horse and they had taken off the blindfold. The guards were still there, but the North African creature was nowhere to be seen.

A lady whom I took to be a doctor was taking my blood pressure and shaking her head.

I heard her say in Arabic, "This is excessive. They should have stopped it much earlier."

They untied me from the horse and tried to help me to my feet, but I couldn't stand. My back was one big dull ache, but my bottom throbbed and burned with a still agonising intensity. I could see drops of blood spattered on the floor below me.

I was told later that they counted at least fifty-five separate strokes and there could have been more. Some strokes overlapped almost exactly, and the mark looked like one heavy stroke. A nurse later said that the rumour ...

... was that I had had sixty strokes with the heaviest cane, all given with maximum force. It surprised the medical staff I had survived it.

The guards took me through into the room beyond the torture room and laid me face-down on the bed. I was in such pain that I was drifting in and out of consciousness, only dimly aware of what was happening. A trolley arrived, and they transferred me to it. They wheeled me to the clinic where they had examined me earlier.

In the clinic, they gave me oxygen, and I saw in the mirror that my back had thin little raised welts that were oozing slightly in only a few places. However, they had cut my bottom to ribbons, and it was bleeding a lot.

They laid me on the couch and gently swabbed at my bottom with what was probably cloth soaked in a weak disinfectant and then applied an ice pack. The doctor gave me an injection in my arm and the pain receded as whatever they gave me took effect.

Eventually, they transferred me to a room off the clinic, and lay face-down on a bed, still naked apart from a loose cloth over my bottom. They kept on with the ice pack every quarter hour for quite a while. A girl in a nurse's uniform who was probably a member of the local East African-related society stayed with me. She was friendly and helped me sip a sort of glucose mixture from a thing like a toddler's beaker. I was on oxygen for several hours.

Later, she came and sat beside me, stroking my hair and holding my hand. "Don't worry," she said, "That ...